UPCOMING EVENTS for 2016: Puerto Rico Marathon (March), Virginia/Pennsylvania Marathon Double (April), Cedro Peak Ultra 45k (April), Quicksilver 50k (May) NUT 50k (June) Lake Tahoe Trail 50K (July), Cloudsplitter 55K (October)

It's never too late to be what you might have been. --George Eliot

Athena is the Goddess of wisdom and war. In 2005, I declared war on my own bad tendencies: sloth, being fat, compacency, and being too old for adventure. This is the story of how I went from being someone who never stood when she could sit, to being an ultrarunner, marathoner, and triathlete. Along the way I've cried, laughed, fallen, gotten up, lost, won, hallucinated, been dehydrated, DNF'ed, and been DFL.
I also swear. Alot.
"You're never too old to be what you might have been" --George Eliot

Thursday, March 08, 2012

I'm a big baby with a license, bitches.

Dear Diary,

13. Everyone I've talked to about the Bataan Death March marathon tells me that the 'sand pit' is No Big Deal. I'm not buying that shit. I have a firm rule that anything in a race course that merits a nickname is probably a Big Deal.

12. By this week, before I have even been interviewed for the New Job, the other therapists there were already telling me how they were going to divide up the work with me.

11. Guess what is between my home and the New Job? Your choices:.

  • A) five miles of paved running trail.
  • B) a branch of my bank
  • C) a Starbucks
  • D) an all-you-can eat China Super Buffet, an Indian curry buffet, a middle-eastern cafe, and a grocery that sells hard to find Indian spices (cheap)
  • E) all of the above.

If you picked E, you win. Actually, I win. I am getting ever closer to having the life that guarentees most of the class of 1983 (whoever shows up at the thirty-year reunion) will hate my guts. Yay me.

10. I had TONS of cotton race T-shirts I never wear. I couldn't figure out what to do with them, until I found out that they were needed at New Job because of the indigent population we serve. I feel good about this, though I admit it's startling to see a homeless elderly man with schizophrenia wearing a Tshirt from an Olymic Distance Triathlon. Meanwhile, if you're in Albuquerque and approached by a panhandler wearing a half-iron distance triathlon T-shirt, he's not faking. Give him a quarter.

9. then next thing that happend was that I found out that Women in Training has been moved and will be held a couple miles away from New Job. This is a program I like to volunteer for that gets women ready for their first 5k. The 5k is a women's only race where you get a rose and a piece of chocolate at the end. It used to be fifteen miles away, near my old job. How convenient is that? It's a sign. Yesss. All signs point to the New Job.

8. Wednesday night I slept about 9 hours, skipped my run, then got Up Thursday and went to take the LPCC licensing exam--the National clincial Mental Health Counselor Exam. It was a bitch of a test. When it was over, they printed out the results. The result gave an analysis of each section which broke down each of the sections, all of which had to be passed. I ignored everthing on the page except for the small, block letters in the upper right hand corner:

P A S S

I cried like a big baby in my car for a while, but of course, I am a now big baby with an independent, clinical license, bitches. Then I dried my eyes, reapplied my makeup, got my car washed, and hit the best Super Buffet in town. Dreadpirate said, eat healthy. Uh, sure. Whatever.

Mysteriously or not so mysteriously, the crick in my neck, which has been there for a month, is gone.

AND I have decided that the scarf I was wearing is now my Lucky Scarf.

I have worried and fretted over this since August 2011. I am going to eat a huge candy bar. So there.

7. I talked to my Old Job boss, and told her about New Job. She swore a little, and the next day, said that the CEO wanted to talk to me, about seeing how they can keep me. It's worth a conversation, right? The thing is, they are about the lowest paying agency in town. They hemorrhage talent.

6. SOOOOO, Here's a side by side comparison of the two jobs:

New........................................................Old

They like me..............................................they like me too

They're nice to me......................................they'rer nice to me, too.

The work is interesting...............................the work is interesting.

They pay me.............................................they pay me 50% more.

25 minutes on I40 at breakneck speed.....residential streets for about 15 minutes..

Near a Walmart.........................................near Target, Trader Joes, and the best shopping center in town.

Near a starbucks with a drive through.......somewhat near a starbucks with no drive through

My coworkers are all twenty-somethings.....coworkers are my age with my taste in clothes, politics, and music.

 

5. Blind kitty is in heat, which is not only pathetic, but a little creepy and weird. I have little experience with this sort of thing, and I'm all, STOP STICKING YOUR BUTT UP AT ME!! And yes, we are going to get her fixed. Soon.

4. So, the conversation with the CEO ended like this: What would you want from us to keep you here full time? I asked her if I could think about it. So, I'm thinking about it. I have to take several things into account. I love the children's hospital, I do. I loved teaching, too, and I left that in 2008.

Sometimes, you have to say farewell. And move on.

I want to help people. There is no reason why I have to be poor to do it. I went to grad school for a reason. I've spent more than ten years in college and worked hard to hone a very specific skill set. If New Job recognizes that and is willing to provide me with good pay, then I'll take it. I have student loans, for goshs’ sake. Unsubsidized ones. The kind that no politicians seem to be in a hurry to forgive.

3. I'm going to do a long run this weekend, to see just how bad a shape I'm in and how much of a cluster fuck my marathon in two weeks is going to be.

2. I turn 47 next week. Fuck, I'm old. er. This is like, mocked by teenagers old. So, I'm going back to being a blonde. If I have to be older, I'm going to be an older blonde. With an 'e'.

1. But I'll be an older blonde with a license, bitches.

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6 comments:

  1. Fucking awesome.

    Congrats on passing your test...and early happy birthday. 47 doesn't get mocked by teenagers...they wait until you're 50.

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  2. First, CONGRATULATIONS!!

    Second, um what lying sob told you the sand pit is no big deal? And if it was Baboo, I don't mean to call him an sob, but he has super human powers. I have done Bataan twice, 2009 & 2011.

    2009 was my first race of ANY distance (and I walked the full). The sand pit is 3/4 mile around mile 22. It was the hardest thing I've every tried to walk in. It was sand, but not like a beach, it was gravel, but not like a road. It was awful!! I can't remember how many times I sat down on the side to rest in 3/4 of a mile! My legs were on fire burning pain after 50 feet. There may have been tears. Then tears of joy when I finally got out of it. What got me through was thinking of the wounded warriors that had completed it or were about to.

    2011 I ran the full. I found out that the sand pit really changes each year. Wind, rain, lack of rain, etc. change the arroyo that is the sand pit. It was hard, but not as hard as 2009. It had less of the sandy feeling so that you didn't quite feel so sucked in with each step. But to make up for the sand pit, we had blowing dirt. My goal was to run to the sand pit and not be upset if I walked from then on, but I was able to run again. You can read about it here: http://kateediger.blogspot.com/ Both years are covered on the first page, I'm a horrible blogger.

    I've missed most of my training this year while my mom was in the hospital and rehab after they found a brain tumor (benign, home and doing better). I'm doing the 1/2 ish this year. I'll have our 5th wheel parked at the race. I'll message you on fb with my cell number. I'd be happy to let you and Brian rest there and clean up after the race.

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  3. So, so awesome and wonderful. Congratulations on every count.

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  4. 8-12 AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  5. I too bring my shirts to work for "my" kids to wear. They walk around with "Cochise Cycling Classic" and "Alcatraz Sharkfest" shirts on for P.E. They get respect from their peers that way!

    And I turn 59 this year so I am WAYYYY older than you..but I will never quit running/cycling/swimming/yoga/weight training...keep it up! And Happy B'day!

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  6. don't worry - the 50s are awesome! congrats on the new job and 50% more pay! (and 5 mile commute -yeeHAW!)

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