Friday, July 25, 2008

Number 804

My race packet came in the mail today! :D I've been training all summer for this day and it's hard to believe it's just around the corner. Having my race number in hand makes the event feel real rather than some theoretical activity that I might do some day.

All are welcome (but not obligated) to come cheer on Saturday, August 9th. I'll be in wave #7, which starts at 8:47 am.

DIRECTIONS: From I-5, exit Camp Pendleton - Oceanside/Harbor Drive and enter through the main gate. Once on base go straight for a mile and make a left on Stuart Mesa Road and then follow “RACE EVENT” signs to ACU-5. Bring a valid driver’s license, proof of insurance, and vehicle registration. Allow 30 minutes from the base gate to the race site.

For more info check out the official web page: Camp Pendleton Races: Sprint Triathlon

Thursday, July 24, 2008

The Beckoning

Calmly considering my training plan for the next year, I could hear a hiss from the opposite end of the house. Methodically ignoring the call, I continued to work on my plan. Counting hours and formulating goals.

The hiss became more persistent. It used my name. It mentioned chocolate. I could ignore it.

While I typed, I started picturing the source: rich, creamy, decadent milk chocolate cheesecake. Consciously focusing on terms such as anatomical adaptation phase, maximum transition phase, maximum strength phrase....until the hiss became a shout impossible to ignore. I was strong...

Until it suggested the addition of peanut butter. Who can resist milk chocolate cheesecake with a thick spread of chunky peanut butter? Obviously not me.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

My Workouts

I've been mulling over the idea of keeping an exercise log, but I had originally planned to do it old school in a spiral notebook with pen/pencil; however, I liked how Jack posted his run to his blog, and it got me thinking about keeping track of my workouts electronically. (yes that is a very long sentence, just deal with it)

So as to not bore my regular readers (yes the 7 of you), I've started yet another blog: I Tri. You're welcome to check it out, but really it's just a way for me to be more accountable and to visually see how much/how little I'm training.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Horton Hears a ...

The family I live with got home later than usual from a long day out and about. It was past the boys' bedtime, and everyone looked like they'd had a thoroughly good time in the sun (and dirt). (Read as: they were exhausted and looked like they needed to head straight to bed.)

David got the boys bathed and into pajamas while Lisa and I closed windows and tidied up downstairs. As I walked up the stairs, I could hear all sorts of energetic squealing and noises you'd expect from wound-up 5-year-olds in the Jungle of Nool, not from boys who are about to drift lazily off to sleep.

Minding my own business as usual, I thought: Hmm, that does not sound like prescribed before bed activities. Just as I dismissed the thought, over the intercom comes the voice of reason: It's time for quiet, calm activities. I chuckled as I walked past the boys bedroom and heard David trying to come up with something quiet to do with the boys. All three seemed at a loss for a task that would be appropriately calm. They wanted to comply, but didn't know where to start.

Breaking protocol, I stopped minding my own business and offered to read a bed time story to the boys. Of course we found one of the longest books on the shelf: Horton Hears a Who, so part two is scheduled for tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Book Recommendations

I'm starting a reading program and would like to focus on 18th and 19th century female writers such as Emily Bronte, Jane Austen, Louisa May Alcott, Emily Dickinson, etc. Please let me know if you have any suggestions as to books or other authors that would fit into the category. I think I'll start with Pride and Prejudice unless anyone has another suggestion...

Thanks for you advice.

And I Thought I Was Feeling Antsy

It's that time of year again. The ants have decided they're done doing the electric slide outside and feel the need to energize my bathroom with their country line dancing. Fortunately David had an ant stick on hand and will be caulking their entry way soon.

Monday, July 14, 2008

The Case of the Red Face

So there I was last Sunday minding my own business as I was leaving church, when a friend stopped me so she could introduce me to a gentleman from another ward (who was very handsome, I might add). She provided all the prompts such as, “Oh, tell her about the next YSA* fireside,” “Oh, she doesn’t know where that is, you should pick her up,” “Now is when you ask for her telephone number,” etc. She had the best of intentions and was quite cute about the whole thing.

I’m not sure my face has been a brighter shade of red since who knows when (well, CrossFit work-outs excluded). Fortunately, since I am the ripe old age of 27, I was able to handle the situation with grace and charm (yeah, right!). The poor guy looked just as flustered and uncomfortable as I did. With all the thoughts going through my head, I wasn’t able to remember his name (I’m horrible with names!!!).

Later I caught her in the hall and explained my reticence: primarily not exactly being single and not exactly on the young side (as far as LDS YSA activities go). She apologized and said she would talk to the young man, so no one would feel uncomfortable (especially me!).

So when the unnamed fellow didn’t call, I was quite relieved; however, I decided that I would check out the YSA Volleyball activity on Thursday evening anyway. While I’m not really ready to dive into the dating scene, I told myself it would be a good way to meet some girls my own age who aren’t married. I just wouldn't bother talking with any of the guys.

So with an optimistic attitude I headed over to the volleyball game. I was a bit nervous about running into the young man I had met on Sunday. In the parking lot I met two enthusiastic girls who were my age and quite a bit of fun to talk to.

While playing volleyball, I started chatting with a young man. We introduced ourselves to each other. I can’t remember how it came up, but he made a comment that he felt very young. Apparently he had graduated from high school the year after I had graduated from Redlands. This time, I remembered the fellow’s name (which was easy as he, my dad, and the last guy I dated all share the same name). Besides, with him being 6 years younger than me, I wasn’t nervous. It was like talking to someone my brothers age.

I left feeling like I had a successful evening: met some girls to hang out with, actually hit the volleyball over the net a few times, and evaded the guy I had met on Sunday.

So yesterday, when I sat down next to my friend at church she told me how sorry she was and how she had made cinnamon rolls for me last week to apologize for creating an awkward situation. However, she didn’t have my house number so she drove down my street looking for my car (although, she didn’t know what kind of car I drove, so she wasn’t successful). I laughed and told her it wasn’t a big deal at all, but the effort was appreciated!

However, in the telling of the story, she provided the name for the unnamed gentleman. And guess who he was, the same (and only guy) that I talked with at volleyball. How embarrassing that I didn’t even recognize him! He didn’t mention that we had met on Sunday or anything, so maybe he didn’t recognize me either, or he’s just incredibly polite.

Follow up (7-22-08 @ 8:46 pm)

So I just got home from dinner at my friend's home. Apparently there are two Mikes from the same ward. One is 21 and fresh off his mission and the other is 25ish. So, I know it's a bit anticlimactic and doesn't make as good of a story, but the boy from volleyball was not the same gentleman I met that Sunday. Phewsh!

Sunday, July 13, 2008

What is "My Own Business?"

Well, since most stories will begin with my regular routine, I thought I'd fill you in on the basics.

I'm definitely a morning person who cherishes watching the sunrise. So it's not unusual for me to set my alarm for 5:00 am during summer vacation. I'm training for a sprint triathlon and am trying to squeeze my workouts into the relatively cool hours of the day.

I'm a bit of a transient at the time as I'm temporarily renting a room from a wonderful (and generous) family. I'm hoping to have a permanent home sooner than later, but I'm trying not to rush into anything.

I work as a Speech Language Pathologist for a local school district where I provide speech and language therapy for two elementary schools. I absolutely love my job as I have supportive coworkers, comfortable offices, and an awesome career. Not to mention, I get to work with children in order to help them access the world around them. Here's a link to my favorite story about a speech therapist (you'll want to scroll to the last section "Hymns Facilitate the Bearing of Testimony"): The Power of Hymns

Well, I better get back to minding my own business. It's time for bed: the sun will rise before you know it and I'd like to run 6 miles before it gets too hot.

My Favorite Story Archetype

It was brought to my attention that I tend to use the same story structure for 90% of the stories I share. Basically they begin with me just going about my routine, not trying to start any trouble. Then something out of the ordinary happens! The plot thickens as I try to sort out the hullabaloo and get back to minding my own business with a smile on my face. So please enjoy my adventures that I encounter while "minding my own business."