cough, ack, sniffffffff.

Right now, I feel like Bill the Cat looks. You remember him, right? From the eighties, mostly.

If you're too young to remember him, I don't want to hear about it. Go back to your blanky. Anyway, I feel like he looks.

Not because of a cold. I stopped getting those when I started running. Not because of the flu, for the same reason.

Because of the wind. Yes, that's right, the wind. I'm allergic to the $%^@# wind.

The thing is, I'm allergic to dust mites, various types of pollen, and mold. Most of the time that's not a problem here. However, we've had unusual circumstances here in New Mexico, namely, 1) lots of moisture and humidity (more than the usual 18% that generally exists here) to create lots of dust mites, pollen, and mold spores and 2) lots of wind lately (gusting up to 30 mph and beyond) to blow it all around.

The result is a sore throat, congestion, tight chest, and general feeling like I'm going to hurl in the evenings when I try to late flat. Oh, and lets not forget the heartrate the spikes into zone 4 the moment I even look at a treadmill. Crap. I'm going to try to get through another speedwork session this afternoon - I wanted to get at least two in for the week since the Stealth Duathlon is coming up.

I'm going to have to start taking Benedryl tomorrow. I HATE taking Benedryl, and its cheap generic counterparts: Wal-dryl, costco-dryl, and K-dryl. Taking it before teaching is like taking sleep medicine and then trying to herd thirty cats into staying in one spot. For three hours. And no, teachers are not allowed to call in sick during testing weeks.

There's no moral or question here. I'm just whining out loud.

As Nytro often says, I. Hate. Everyone.

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I'm working on this new speedwork plan and I implemented it tonight at the gym. The trouble is, we had high winds (that means slightly sub tornado in intensity) over the weekend - read Sweet Baboo's post about his Saturday ride, which isn't up yet, but should be - and whenever that happens, a bunch of stuff gets to swirling around in the air that doesn't agree with me, and my throat gets sore, and my chest gets tight and my heartrate stays elevated for a couple days. This is something that I inheirited from my mother (Thanks, Mom). But anyway.

So I started this speedwork thing today, ducking out of work early to go to Sam's Club to get cracker/peanutbutter package snacks and apple juice because we're starting the first of SIX DAYS of mandatory federal/state testing (thanks, George) and you'd be astonished how many people don't care of their kids eat breakfast.

ANYWAY as I said I headed for the gym where I was hoping also to hit the Monday night spin class, but as I said, the heartrate thing, and so I did my speedwork, spent some time on a trainer and headed home. I'm working on bringing my speed, at least per the treadmill, up to a stead 9:13 or so. I'd so love to break the ten minute barrier. Not that it's a barrier for everyone. It's just a barrier for me. I'd like to break it.

I have to alter my trianing plan a bit for this week because I have yet another dental appointment on Thursday - something you don't already know about me if that I have dental enamel that's about the consistency of bread, and I've had nine root canals and nine of my teeth are capped and all the others have had multiple fillings in them, something that I got through the gene pool from my Dad along with my nearsightedness and alarming tolerance for alcohol (thanks, Dad) . But I'm rambling.

SOOOO, ANYhoo, here's my question.
According to the treadmill, et al., I burned about 450 calories.
According to my Timex IM heartrate monitor watch, I burned 888 calories.

I'd like to know who's right? Do any of you know? Are either of them right?

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The men in black.

There are people following me.
They watch what I eat and drink and wear and take careful notes. They report back to headquarters, or the home office, or wherever, and records are kept.

I know this, because whenever I fall in love with a product, it is immediately disontinued. I'm serious. If you love something, don't you dare tell me about it, because if I love it too, the men in black will make it disappear.

Case and point:I discovered a Maybelling foundation last year that was the perfect color and type of coverage. I mean PERFECT. COLOR. Mock me if you will, but such a thing for those of us to whom it matters is a blessing. I managed to get through two bottles before the men in black noticed, and then when I went to Wal-Greens today to get my favorite makeup I saw, with sinking heart, that the rack was nearly empty and contained only shades that I will never be tan enough to wear. "Discontinued," the makeup counter lady said. Ugh.

This is what has set me off on my rant today.

I've also had similar problems with lipsstick and eye pencils that last too long - heaven forbid something last a long time because somebody finds out and POOF! It's off the market.

Case #2: Splendor Perfume.

This delightful perfume smells like hycinths and lilacs. In the 2 years that I enjoyed it, at least half dozen strangers asked me what I was wearing. That has never happened before or since with any other perfume. Most of them were men, and loved it so much they wanted to get it for their wives. I would advise them, Go to Dillards, to the Elizabeth Arden counter, and don't tell you wife you smelled it on another woman. There was lotions and cremes and powders in the same scent, and different sizes of the stuff. I fell in love. I bought the largest bottle they had, and then the Elizabeth Arden minions sprinted to have it discontinued. Now, like many discontinued items I love, it lives only on Ebay.

Case #3: Hanes Sport Bra

I purchased this very simple, comfortable sport bra at Target. It was reasonably priced. At some point after I decided I loved it so much that I'd like to wear it every day, and went to buy more. Before I could do that, however, the evil monkeys at Hanes hurridly snatched them off the market. I can't even find a picture of them any more. They're replaced them with some horrid cheap thing that's thin and uncomfortable.

Case #4: Morning spark.

This caffeinated sugar-free beverage is AWESOME. I love the cranberry and grapefruit flavors the most. I hate most carbonated beverages, and don't care much for coffee (I go through phases, and this is currently a non-coffee phase), so this instant stuff, which I found at WalMart, has been a blessing. I wrote the company and said as much, and was immediately informed that they were going to dicontinue those flavors. They'll still carry the ones I don't care much for. When I found out they were dicontinuing it, I bought about a case of it. I have some at work and some at home, but some day I'll run out.

Case #5: Honda's hatred of me.

I bought my first new car in 1998 when I was in grad school. At the time, I was driving a 1987 Hundai that had been rolled. The windows were held halfway up with wire so, you could never roll them up or down. There was no radio, just a jumble of wires sticking out of the dash.Anyhoo I bought a red Honda Civic hatchback. I really wanted a Del Sol, but the salesman pointed out that I had three children. What-EVER. So, I bought the hatchback with the idea in mind that some day, SOMEDAY, I would have my Del Sol.Well, of course, they stopped making it. THE FOLLOWING YEAR. Not only THAT, but the little hatchback that could was discontinued in 2006, the year that I decided to replace it. I bought a Honda Fit instead.

I adore my Honda Fit. It can carry me (5'6" and 155 pounds) Sweet Baboo (6'2" and 210 pounds,) Mini-baboo (5'10" and 190 pounds) and 2 tribikes INSIDE IT and gets 30 in town and about 35 on the highway.
I'm sure they'll stop making it soon.

Other things I love, that I'm sure they'll stop making soon:

Builder Bars

Carb-Boom Gel

Replenish sugar-free electrolyte drink.

Shhhhh! They're listening...

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on Planning.

So there's this girl, Krissy, who was talking about me on her blog not too long ago, and she said, "She trains, for cryin' out loud!" and, well, I thought that maybe it was time that I did. Train, that is.

Every week I put my plans on the side bar, but I rarely say much about my training. Mostly because I don't do it.

Oh, I can plan. Baby, can I ever PLAN! I can make FABULOUS plans! Wonderful, training plans! I can plan out the wazoo!

Follow through, however, it something else entirely.

I usually run once or twice during the week (lately, I've been good about getting in at least 2 runs during the week) and I almost never miss my long runs on Sundays, but the rest of the stuff, BAH.

I'm too tired (you have to imagine me saying this in an insufferably whiny voice) The kids were too hard on me today, a parent yelled at me, it's too nice out, it's too cold out, whine, weedle, whine...

But, no more. Krissy has called me out, so now I have to train. I also have my secret nemesis in my sights. She reads this, and doesn't know who she is...but some day, I will beat her...and it will be completely unmarked and unheralded and unmentioned since we're not even in the same division...but I'll know. Oh, yesssssss, I'll know.

Anyhoo, so I've decided I really, really really need to get serious about the whole, you know, training thing, especially before, um, triathlon season begins. So I sat down and took an honest appraisal of what days I'm usually the most tired, and what days I usually have errands, and the days I have to pick up Mini-baboo from track and field practice, and here's what I've worked out for the rest of February and March:

• Mondays - spin class, upper body work (gym).


• Tuesdays - Lower body weights (home) I sponsor my club at work and get home late on Tuesdays.


• Wednesdays - I have afternoon obligations, but then I can hit the gym and run 3-4 miles easy and do spin class. Mini-baboo has to find his way home by himself on Wednesdays (it's 2 miles - no big deal. Sadly, Sweet Baboo and Mini-baboo have to fend for themselves dinner-wise on Wednesdays.)


• Thursdays - 4 miles race pace/speedwork (home, on the treadmill) and upper body weights. Occasionally to be interrupted by a scrapbooking club meeting.


• Fridays - Lower body work (home)


• Saturdays - for now, it's too cold to do long rides, so this will be my day to clean, work on my--shudder--paper, (working title: Using exercise in Individual Therapy) and REST. Watch chick movies, whatever, while Sweet Baboo does his weekly 800 mile ride, or whatever insanity he has planned for the day.

So there it is. Let's see if I stick with it.

On a positive note, according to the way cool route tracker that's in Beginner Triathlete, I ran 12.16 miles today with no walk breaks and maintained a pretty consistent pace - the furthest I've ever done such a thing. I need to bring it--my pace--down a bit, though. However, I think I'm on track to do my first half-marathon in April without walk breaks, which is one of my goals.

Today's run on the Bosque trail was marked by me trying to lose as much of my equipment as I could. I dropped my gloves, my fluid bottle, etc., and didn't realize it until I was quite some distance away. Ya gotta love other fitness nuts, though. I hollared out to one guy as he sped by on his bike, "hey, if you see another glove, it's mine!" On his way back, about 45 minutes later, he yelled back, "it's at mile marker 4.75!" and it was. Thanks, cycle guy, whoever you are! I'd hate to lose these gloves. They are my favorite running gloves. I never did find my missing fluid bottle, though.

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In case you were wondering...

Hey, did you get to the half-price Valentine candy sale yet? There's still time!

Just for fun, I did some mathematizing today. Here's the number of miles you'll need to run for each serving of valentine chocolate consumed (based on an average of 110 calories burned/mile; it varies from person to person):

• Hershey's kisses (per 5 pieces): 1 mi.
• 1 pkg Ghirardelli Chocolate Squares: 6.9 mi
• Ferrero Rocher Chocolate Hazelnut Ball, per 3 pieces: 1.8 mi.
• 1 Dove Double Chocolate Truffle: 1.6 mi
• Whitman's Sampler (per 3 pieces) 2.3 mi
• Chocolate-covered cherry: 1 mile each.

Yeah, I know. I nag because I care. No need to thank me, or to send me hate mail, either.

Happy Birthday, CD.

You know I had to recognize it...being a science teacher and all...

A couple of links

• Wikipedia entry - a nice article on Darwin's life, which dispells a few rumors about him.
  
• Complete works of Charles Darwin, online.
  
• Top Ten Myths about Evolution online at U. Wisc.
  
  and just for fun:
  
• the Darwin awards. Awards given to those people who, for all their short-sightedness and ineptitude, have kindly removed themselves from the gene pool.
  
• Top ten reasons I put a DarwinFish on my car at Craig's Lists.

“Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science.” --Charles Darwin

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Sunday long run.

As I've mentioned, my new goal is to complete a half marathon without walk breaks, so I'm working my long runs up again. Today's run was about 11 miles or so, a little under 2-1/2 hours, running the whole way.

It was grey, cold, and drizzly (very MISTY) - my favorite kind of running weather. I finished it a bit slower than I'd like, but I ran the whole way, my quads screaming obscenities that only I could hear.

Whatever I had left in the way of strength, stamina, and energy after yesterday's embarassment is now gone. Whipped, I am. I haven't been this tired and out of it since the last time I took a whole load of cold medicine. Usually this level of relaxation comes as a high price. Today it was free. I'm headed up for a soak and a nap.