2011 Race Schedule

Now that we’re solidly into 2011, I’m starting to seriously consider which races I’ll do this year, my first full year of running. Last year, I only did 5ks until October, so I’m up for trying different/longer races. But based on what I know so far, and where I’ve already put money down, here are my 2011 plans. Are there any others you suggest?

F*ing Freezing Frozen Lake Half Marathon – I was peer-pressured into this small grass-roots race, which is now not really “officially” happening due to permits. But I’m still planning on running 13.1 miles in the cold with friends next Saturday. I think I’m crazy.

Indy Mini Half Marathon – I scheduled this as my very first half marathon, and I think it will still feel like my first “real” half marathon. I’m really excited about it, especially because I’ll have spring weather to train in rather than this icy, cold nonsense. May 7.

Elgin Fox Trot 5k – This was my very first race, and it’s a wonderful hometown race through downtown Elgin and the adjoining historic neighborhood. They also offer a 10 miler that runs all the way to Trout Park, but I think for nostalgia’s sake, I’ll stick with the 5k. In the past, it has been on Memorial Day, so I’m assuming it will be Monday, May 30.

Warrior Dash 5k & Obstacle CourseA warm-weather version of the Cross Country Challenge, with more obstacles and a shorter distance. The course includes cargo nets, mud, a river, bales of hay, fire and more. This may  be the most interesting race of the year. June 18.

Helping Hands 5k – This Elgin race had only 110 participants, but it was my very favorite of 2010. The course was interesting – part subdivision, part open prairie trail, part golf course, with plenty of big hills – and the volunteers were great. The atmosphere was laid back yet energetic, and the post race “party,” sitting on a hillside in the grass, sipping beer in the sunshine, was simple but perfect. Plus, it supports the Boys & Girls Club of Elgin and the Community Crisis Center. I really hope they do it again in 2011. Last year it was the last Saturday of August, so I’m penciling it in for August 27. Though I may  be out of town that weekend…

Sycamore Pumpkin Run 10k – I loved this race in 2010 – great course, excellently managed, and overall just a great experience. I’ll be back this year. Oct 30.

Gifford Park Turkey Trot – This inaugural race had only about 50 people participating (the cold mist and wind kept a lot of registrants home, I think), and no awards or even official times – just two laps around the park, and a guy with a stopwatch at the end. But it was perfect for Thanksgiving morning, and I hope they do it again this year.

Cross Country Challenge – This truly challenging 8k, through prairies and muck and creeks and giant, ice slicked hills was definitely one of the more interesting experiences of 2010, and I’m looking forward to doing it again. December 4.

Apparently if I find good races in April, July and September, I’ll have one a month for the whole “season.” I may look at doing the Fox Valley Half Marathon on September 18 – the course gets excellent reviews and it’s local – but again, I need to see how some fall travel plans shake out.

Any other suggestions?

Daylight

It’s five o’clock, and there’s still a hint of daylight to the west. We’ve turned the corner on winter, I hope. Meterologically, we’re not quite there yet, and yesterday the windchill dropped to 21 below zero as frost froze on my windows and the cat burrowed under the down comforter. My garage door froze shut, too.

This is always the toughest part of the year, when I start to believe the hype about Seasonal Affective Disorder (aptly acronymed SAD). The days are short and dark, and we see stats tossed around about getting only 6% of the possible sunshine over a week’s period. All the Christmas cheer has been boxed up (well, except my tree, since I couldn’t get it back into the box, but it’s in the basement awaiting purchase of a giant Rubbermaid tote). The next holiday off work isn’t until Memorial Day. This past Monday was what some term “Blue Monday,” for the most depressing day of the year, as the pre-Christmas credit card bills come due, resolutions are being abandoned, and people are beginning to tire of the darkness.

The cold and dark drain you, indeed, and I’ve considered buying a wake-up light (which is inexplicably sold by the ounce on Amazon) to combat the hardest part of the season: waking up – and leaving the house – before dawn. I’m sleepy and crabby, as is everyone else. I just want to hibernate and curl up on the couch under a blanket, drinking mug after mug of tea. And sleep. I really want to sleep.

But there’s hope in the form of a few weak rays of sunshine. Heck, not even sunshine, though that has magic restorative powers that we could all really use right now. Daylight would suffice. Daylight during non-work hours is huge. I’m lucky this year in that I’m working from home more, which means I get to see my house by daylight. In previous years, entire weeks have gone by where I’ve done all my coming and going before dawn and after sunset, marveling on Saturday mornings at the accumulated dust.

Hang in there, fellow Elginites and Chicagoans. February is usually the hardest, grayest month, but it’s also the shortest. We’ll make it, I promise.

Humility, Thy Name is Level

Monday morning started off like most others: I grumbled at the alarm clock while thankful it was a work at home day, padded downstairs, made breakfast, started a load of laundry and settled in with coffee as I flipped through my work email.

An hour later, I remembered the laundry and went down to move it into the dryer. I discovered that everything was soaking wet. The water had drained out, but apparently, the spin cycle hadn’t really spun anything.

I fiddled with it and tried the spin cycle again. Nothing happened. And again. The motor was running fine, but the agitator wasn’t spinning. I started Googling and called my dad. We were able to guess it might be the belt – after all, there had to be a belt that somehow connects the motor to the agitator, right?

In the meantime, I wrung out, by hand, an entire load of mostly pajamas, sweats and other heavy clothes, squeezing nearly five gallons of icy cold water into a bucket.

Wednesday night, I tried to get the screws off the back of the panel to open up the machine and find the belt. I hoped the belt had merely slipped off and could be repositioned, or, barring that, had snapped and could be replaced. A couple of the screws were rusted on and stuck, so I called Dad again. He agreed to stop by today.

My parents came over this morning, tool box in tow. After figuring out the panel situation, we couldn’t find the belt, but upon investigation, we could see it at the bottom, beneath the basin. We tipped the machine back and saw the belt, perfectly intact, perfectly in place, and spinnable.

It looked like the dreaded repairman was in my future. Googling had said it could also be a pulley in the motor, or the sensors, neither of which we were prepared to fix.

But then we decided to do one more test run, just to see what happened. And after putting it back together and re-leveling it, the darn thing worked.

Apparently, all along, the problem was that it was grossly, egregiously out of level.

No floor in this house is level, and the basement is no exception. There’s a pretty good slope in the concrete, in part so that if water does get in, it flows down towards the floor drain. I’ve always adjusted for that with a small shim under one of the washer’s feet, but the shim had slipped and apparently, it was enough that the spin cycle wouldn’t spin.

I felt like an idiot for calling my dad all the way to Elgin to help, so he helped me hang a new spice rack I just finished painting. (It’s hard to judge appropriate height, mark the holes, etc alone.) But as he pointed out, at least I called him before a repairman. Then I really would have felt dumb, shelling out money so someone could tell me my floor’s not level.

Consider it a lesson learned.

Cold Weather Excuses

Happy New Year! After blogging every single day in December (32 posts in 31 days, in fact!), the new year hasn’t started off quite as strong.  That holds true for more than writing. I also haven’t run a single step since New Year’s Eve, when it was a gorgeous 50 degrees.

I kicked off my new year with a nasty bout of stomach flu, which threw my plans into disarray. Suddenly, rather than doing my first 10 mile run on the last day of vacation as planned, I was stuck lying on the couch, aching from head to toe, willing the misery to end. And sleeping. Lots of sleeping. I slept so much I was tired of sleeping. I couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone write, but the new academic quarter started, so I dragged myself to the first Finance class and gingerly nibbled on some crackers.  (My classmate apparently wasn’t so lucky.)

So that was the first week of the year. By Friday I felt better but was making up for lost time on school and work. Then it got COLD.

When I started running last year, I waited until mid-March, thinking it would be easier to build a habit when it wasn’t miserable outside. And I was mostly right about that. But when October hit, I realized that to continue the habit, I would have to actually run in the cold and snow.

I did what I always do before embarking on anything new: I researched. My chief running instigator gave me lots of advice on dressing for the cold, and talked about how nice it is to run through fresh snow when everything else is quiet. I nodded enthusiastically, signed up for a winter race (the F*ing Freezing Frozen Lake Half, my first) and asked for cold weather gear for Christmas.

I really have enjoyed some of my runs out in the 25-40 degree range. Though I have to battle across the many (many!) uncleared sidewalks in my neighborhood, YakTrax do help, and it’s nice getting fresh air when most people are cooped up indoors.

But really, it’s been so damn cold this winter.

I’ve lived nearly my entire life in the Chicago area, so I’m relatively used to the winters. (Really, I don’t know any better – I was too young to remember the five winters I spent in Indianapolis, and there was only one winter in Budapest.) But December was one of the coldest on record. And between the bitter cold, the ice and the 4 PM darkness, it has not been easy getting out to run. Heck, even Mr. Cold Weather Running himself has had enough.

Sunday morning, it was 8 degrees when I woke up. 8. Single digit. I couldn’t bear to look at the windchill. I threw a hoodie over my fleece pjs and shuffled downstairs for coffee. I went outside (danger! danger!) to retrieve the newspapers and thought about running. Screw this, I thought. It’s supposed to warm up into the 20s! I’ll run later!

Of course, as the day progressed, I ended up spending more time with my parents than planned (time well spent, though) and didn’t get home until after dark. So yes, it was 28 degrees, but too dark to safely run and see obstacles (like uneven or uncleared sidewalks) or be seen by cars. And while I’ve considered the headlamp route, I’m not quite there.

I have a 10k trail race this weekend, and the forecast is in the 20s, so I’m optimistic. I ran the 5k trail race of the series last month, and it was freezing, in the single digits even at noon. I discovered that trail racing is tough when there’s snow on the ground, and it sounds like this weekend will reinforce that discovery. But at least peer pressure will motivate me to get out there.

How are you handling the cold?

 

2011: Ready, Set, GO!

Well, here we are, December 31, the waning hours of the year. I’ve fought through the entirety of Reverb10, including the redundant prompts and the ones that made me scratch my head. There were well thought-out posts (Appreciating the Questions, Awake). There were lists (11 Things I Don’t Need in 2011 and 10 Tips to Achieve Balance). There were prompts I really didn’t like, and a couple times I had to write multiple posts in a day to catch up. (Including yesterday and today.) But I stuck with it, for better or worse, and I’m satisfied.

The final #reverb10 prompt tries to sum things up, asking, “What central story is at the core of you, and how do you share it with the world?”

While the duplicative prompts were annoying, they did serve to suss out some key themes. Namely, 2010 has been a year of so much change, but the change has been very positive because I have embraced and enabled it. Along the way, I have said yes to all kinds of new things, and opening those doors has greatly enhanced my life. I’ll continue to do so in 2011, as I’m sure there are still fascinating doors to open and uncharted paths to follow.

Doing so has greatly expanded my world and the community I live in. I love Elgin, and in 2010, I discovered even more community and feel so lucky to be a part of it. I’ve become more active on Twitter and other social networks and have loved the results as I’ve increasingly brought those relationships into real life.

I’m also more active than I’ve ever been, and movement has become an important part of who I am. I get twitchy if a few days go by between workouts, and a 15 minute walk at lunch can really clear the head and reset my day. A year ago, I was still struggling to make myself work out. Now, even when pressed for time, it’s part of who I am, as is eating well. Moving, eating and sleeping have fueled great days and made everything else possible.

I’m looking forward to an even better 2011, full of surprises and adventures. I’ve had two weeks off work, so I’m ready to GO!

Happy New Year to you! Let’s make next year great!

Gifts of Time and Self

On the heels of Christmas, I’ve been thinking about gifts a lot, both given and received. I had a great Christmas and got a lot of fantastic gifts – a North Face wicking jacket that has been fantastic for cold-weather running, a crock pot and some terrific new pots, lots of kitchen gadgets, clothes, the most cuddly fleece PJs I’ve ever worn, tools and even a crowbar.

Yesterday’s #reverb10 asked, “This month, gifts and gift-giving can seem inescapable. What’s the most memorable gift, tangible or emotional, you received this year?”

Besides the physical gifts, I’ve really been lucky to get the gift of time with loved ones. I see my parents far more than I used to, and I love it. The hours (and hours, and hours) spent painting the front of the house were time well-spent for reasons beyond home improvement.

I’ve also received a gift of self – I feel much more centered, balanced and at peace with myself than a year ago. That didn’t require a credit card, and it didn’t come with a gift receipt, but I wouldn’t return it for anything.

What’s your favorite gift from this year?

This post is part of #Reverb10, a month-long project to reflect on the year nearly gone. Read all my #Reverb10 posts, or learn more.

The Little Defining Moments

I’m running out of juice for #reverb10 – many of the prompts feel repetitive, and it’s been a long month. But I’m so close, I feel like I have to finish!

The 12/29 prompt asks about the defining moment(s) of 2010. (Defining Moment: Describe a defining moment or series of events that has affected your life this year.)

Not coincidentally, the defining moments included those when I felt most alive. Finishing my first 5k, making big decisions, hanging out with new friends in new places. Essentially, 2010 was the year of change and adventure and new things.

Every decision I made, from the big hairy decisions (the breakup) to the simple “sure” responses to various invitations to new places and new things helped define me and the year.  And I won’t really understand their true impact until years down the road. It’s hard to define your year when the year isn’t quite over and you haven’t yet realized what was really important or set the stage for other things.

So maybe it’s an easy way out of a prompt, but it fits.

How about you? What was your defining moment of 2010?

This post is part of #Reverb10, a month-long project to reflect on the year nearly gone. Read all my #Reverb10 posts, or learn more.

10 Tips to Achieve Balance

Achieving is good. Setting and reaching goals really helps make me tick. So when the 12/28 #reverb10 prompt asked about achievement, I was ready. (What’s the thing you most want to achieve next year? How do you imagine you’ll feel when you get it? Free? Happy? Complete? Blissful? Write that feeling down. Then, brainstorm 10 things you can do, or 10 new thoughts you can think, in order to experience that feeling today.)

But then I realized that there’s not one big thing I want to achieve next year. I won’t finish my degree – though I’ll spend the entire year in school. I don’t have time to train for a marathon, so I’ll stick with the two halves I’m planning to run (the Jan 29 F*ing Freezing Half and the Indy Mini in May). Those will be great achievements, I’m sure.

I can seek to achieve better balance, though. I’m well on my way, but by remaining constantly aware of how important balance is, I can come closer to achieving it. Achieving balance isn’t a single “aha” moment. There’s no diploma for balance, and I can’t cross it off a to-do list.

But I can remind myself to live a balanced life by eyeballing my schedule and adjusting as much as I can. I know it won’t be perfect. There will be weekends filled with homework and frustration, and I’m sure the kitchen floor will again go too long between scrubbings. Too many months will pass before I see some friends, and I may cancel a fun outing due to sheer exhaustion. But balance requires some of that quiet couch time, too. And I can’t beat myself up about not doing “fun” things when I’m instead taking care of myself.

So balance it is! Balance won’t complete me or free me – rather, it will continue to fuel the alive feeling I’ve grown to love and crave.

My balance action plan:

1) Stretch, every day. Connecting the body and mind are essential to starting the day right.

2) Say yes to new things. You never know what you may discover.

3) But be able to say no.

4) Move every day. Whether it’s a formal workout or just a quick walk around the block, taking 15 minutes to move can reset your perspective and clear your head.

5) Read something for leisure. While school reading increasingly usurps my fiction and even newspaper reading time, I try to at least read one poem every evening before bed.

6) Couch time. Even just an hour one night a week, with a glass of wine and a quiet house is therapeutic in its own right.

7) Write frequently. #reverb10 is helping create this habit, though I know daily is not realistic in the long term. But being creative is just as important – if not moreso – as consuming content.

8. Reconsider clutter. I’ve spent the last week cleaning out the basement, guest room, closets, dressers… I need to be more proactive about keeping junk from coming into the house in the first place.

9) Go somewhere. As I’ve written, I love to travel and haven’t done nearly enough lately. I’m changing that.

10) Walk the talk. All these tips are well and good, but I’ll only achieve balance if I actually walk the talk.

How do you achieve balance? What will you do differently in 2011?

This post is part of #Reverb10, a month-long project to reflect on the year nearly gone. Read all my #Reverb10 posts, or learn more.

Ordinary Joy

If you don’t find joy in the ordinary, then why bother? There are rarely enough “big” events full of official joy – weddings, birthdays, Christmas – to sustain a person through the whole year. Instead, look for small bits of joy in daily life, in the ordinary, to fuel your days and weeks.

I find joy in all kinds of little mundane things, from lying in bed, watching the sun rise over the river to falling asleep at night with a purring cat next to me. There’s joy in opening the daily paper, hearing the rustling of the newsprint, and seeing the resulting ink smudges on my fingers. There’s joy in finishing the crossword puzzle or in hearing my dad serenade my mom, crooning Motown songs to her on long family car trips.

I find joy in crossing things off my to-do list, but also in putting new projects on the list, excited to get started and see ideas come to fruition. I was nearly overwhelmed with joy when I found my favorite tea at a shop in Geneva a couple weeks ago, after searching for it for four or five years.

There’s joy in finishing a race, or even in just pushing through a tough workout, knowing that I accomplished more than sitting on the couch. Joy in discovering connections among my friends, in realizing how small the world is. Joy in getting emails from long-lost friends or notifications of blog comments. Joy in walking in fresh air after a long day trapped in the office. Joy in Christmas lights, in quiet evenings at home, reading or writing and enjoying the peace. Joy in turning the key to my home, knowing I’ve created a comfortable nest for myself.

There’s joy in so many mundane moments that it’s nearly impossible to catalog them all or pick a “most joyful.” It’s the combination of them that gets me up in the morning, knowing that there will be moments of joy and bliss in the day ahead, and it’s my job to enable them when possible and enjoy them no matter what.

Where do you find joy in your daily life?

This post is part of #Reverb10, a month-long project to reflect on the year nearly gone. Read all my #Reverb10 posts, or learn more. This prompt asked, “Ordinary Joy: Our most profound joy is often experienced during ordinary moments. What was one of your most joyful ordinary moments this year?”

Feeding the Soul

2010 was the year I really learned to cook. So when the 12/26 prompt asked, “Soul Food: What did you eat this year that you will never forget? What went into your mouth & touched your soul?” several answers popped to mind.

I ate really well this year, better than ever before. There were fantastic meals at great restaurants that I remember fondly, but it was the casual lunch I ate alone in Coronado that is seared into my memory. After a morning of walking along the ocean, barefoot despite the chill (but oh-so-warm for a Chicagoan in February), watching the waves crash into the shore, I put my shoes back on and walked along the quaint little strip of downtown Coronado. I wanted fish tacos, and I wanted to sit outside, since I was returning to a snowy Chicago that evening. I passed a couple places that looked rather touristy and finally settled into Miguel’s Cocina, just off the main drag near the Hotel del Coronado (thanks, Mint.com for helping the memory). It was noon on a Friday, and I was the only one sitting outside – it was “chilly” by San Diego standards so the other patrons were all indoors. The sun felt so good on my winter skin, and I ordered a small pitcher of sangria to go with my tacos. The salsa was mild with just a hint of spice, and the chips were fresh and warm. The tacos were delicious – exactly what I didn’t know I was craving – well seasoned, perfectly portioned. They tasted like summer, as did the sangria. I people watched and planned and thought, and was very sad when I had to leave and grab a cab off the island, especially given that the evening meal was fast food at the airport.

But beyond the restaurant meals, learning how to cook and balance flavors and textures and high-quality ingredients has taught me how to feed the soul on a regular basis. In years past, cooking for myself meant soup and sandwiches and rice-a-roni, with the occasional venture into tacos or chili made from spice-packet recipes. As I’ve branched out, the things I cook now are truly nourishing and help provide some much needed balance and nutrition on busy days. I really look forward to dinner time when I have something good to eat. Looking at cooking as part of the entire eating experience – from planning, experimenting and execution to sitting down at the table with a glass of wine – is so much better than the nuked Trader Joe’s burrito eaten on the couch. It’s creative, and, when done properly, gives me multiple lunches and dinners for days when I don’t have the luxury of time.

How about you? What feeds your soul?

This post is part of #Reverb10, a month-long project to reflect on the year nearly gone. Read all my #Reverb10 posts, or learn more.