2013. It’s almost here. Make it a great year. Set a goal. Do something that scares you. Make a plan. Forget what happened last week, last month, last year. Start fresh and be the best you that you can be.
Catching up on some Holidailies prompts:
Talk about snow – did you grow up with it? Do you prefer snow or rain?
How is this even in question? Clearly snow is the better option. I always say that DC winters are miserable. The typical weather seems to be 35 degrees and raining. There is nothing more miserable. At least with the snow, you can brush it off. The cold rain just sinks in. I much prefer a nice clear 7 degree day. People don’t believe me when I tell them that it just doesn’t feel as cold, that the dampness is what makes winter miserable.
I miss the snow. We had snow growing up and it always meant lots of sledding and playing outside. We would all get kicked outside to play, all bundled up in snowpants and heavy coats and mittens and hats. So what if you couldn’t move? It was fun.
Of course, I say this and we’ll end up with three feet of snow or something ridiculous. DC can’t even handle an inch of snow without some severe traffic issues. So it’s no surprise that a serious storm shuts us down. Some of that is just due to the lack of plows and salt trucks. But even with all of that, I still love the snow. It’s pretty and it’s fun to see kids out building snow creatures.
Well, and it is nice to have an impromptu snow day. I definitely can’t complain about weather-induced telework days.
So all in all, this holiday week was a lot of fun. The promised snow storm never materialized, which was a bit of a bummer, but probably for the best, considering all of the people who had to travel.
As always, we all went overboard with the gifting. Adorably, my father themed my mother’s gifts towards her walking – the two of them walked three half marathons this year and are planning to go for runDisney’s Coast to Coast AND Dumbo Double Dare. Dad’s significantly taller than Mom, so he strolls along while she power walks. It’s kind of unfair, but definitely good for both of them.
I got a lot of fun new gear. I got a new Sparkle Skirt from my sister, a tri outfit (yikes!) and a jacket from my Mom and a new Garmin 610 from my Dad! I had to promise him to not be upset if I didn’t use it for the marathon. It looks cool, but I won’t have a chance to really get used to it before the race, and we all know the rules – nothing new on race day. But! As soon as I’m done with the race, I’ll start getting used to it. I’m currently using the 305, and the 610 is much more streamlined. And he got me one in pretty colors too. I’ll have a review of it coming up in a couple of weeks, I’m sure.
Unfortunately, we’ve also been sharing around some illness this holiday. Mom’s had a sinus infection and Dad’s got a pretty bad virus. As of this writing, I’m healthy so far, but figure that the odds are good I’ll get it too. I figure as long as I’m healthy for the race, that’s all that matters. But I spent the weekend washing my hands as much as possible.
It was great to see everyone. My grandparents are in their late 80’s and early 90’s, and my aunt has terminal cancer, so the odds are good that this was our last Christmas all together. I’m glad we made it a great one.
2012 seemed to fly by, yet January feels so very long ago.
All in all, 2012 was a pretty good year.
I ran 9 half marathons. The running joke was that since I ran 3 in 2010 and 6 in 2011, I clearly had to run 9 in 2012. No, I am not running 12 in 2013. The streak is over.
I also ran 3 10 milers, 2 8ks, 2 10ks, 4 5ks, 2 5 milers, and a 15k for a total of 22 races. That’s a lot of miles raced. And I made it through the year uninjured too!
I set new PRs in the 8k, the 15k, and the half marathon distance (though this was the first time I ran a 15k, so that was pretty much a guarantee).
I trained for a marathon and completed a number of training runs at brand new distances.
In non-running news, I traveled a lot this year. I attended the weddings of five friends. I went to Ireland for a little over a week. I spent way too many, yet not enough days in Disney World. And I had a blast doing it all.
I went on a few very bad first dates that I will not detail here, but someday I should write a book.
Most notably, I picked up my blog again after months of hiatus. Considering I started this online writing thing back in 1999 or 2000, I figured it was time to get back to it.
2012 was a pretty fun year. Here’s hoping for an even better 2013!
As a Galloway runner (meaning that I do a run/walk pattern rather than run all the way through a race), I regularly encounter spectators (and the occasional runner) who tell me to stop walking. Most of the time, this is shouted as encouragement. “Don’t walk! You’re almost there!” It’s said as if I’m walking because I’m struggling. I’m sure that most of these people are just trying to be helpful, but it’s a little deflating to be having a great race and have someone tell me to stop walking. Maybe with my intervals, I’m having a great race!
Of course, I’ve been running and had fellow runners scold me for walking during a race. “You shouldn’t be out here if you can’t run.” Yeah, thanks for that. Obviously, I wholeheartedly disagree. It doesn’t matter if you run every step or walk every step. If you can cover the distance in the time allotted for the race, then you have every right to be there.
I know the majority of people who yell out to walkers are just trying to be helpful. But it definitely does bug me. It’s intentional! I planned to walk my intervals!
So what should you, as a spectator, do if you see someone walking? Look at their face. If they look like they’re struggling, offer encouragement. And if they’re looking great, just yell something like “Way to go!” It