paws for a cause 5k medals for all!
So… if you remember, I joined the Hogwarts Running Club and made 5K one of my three words.
It’s been slow going. Between the Hogwarts Running Club and it’s sister, the Whovian Running Club, I have quite a few miles to log. That’s not counting re-running the other virtual races I’ve done before.
I decided when I joined HRC / WRC that I was going to EARN those medals. There were three rules:
1) I couldn’t count steps I took during the course of a normal day
2) I had to log miles in consecutive days for them to count towards a medal
3) I couldn’t double up races - a 5K IRL doesn’t count towards a virtual race unless it’s not medaled. If there’s no bling, it counts.
So far, I have the Hell In High Heels 12K, Dumbledore’s Army 5K, and Forgotten 5K medals to earn. I’ve already earned the Handles 5K and Nargles 9K medals. I earned the Handles in March on a walk with a ridiculous dog who refused to go home. I just (finally) earned the Nargle this week.
And that’s JUST those two clubs. I still have 3 Zombies, Run VRs to complete (5K/10K) and a few ridiculous races from the Harry Potter Alliance. I think those are a marathon and two 50 milers. PLUS, I have the Disney Star Wars Half Marathon VR medal…
The clubs may be virtual, but the miles and bling are real.
I’ve been trying to find more IRL races and today we did a 5K to support a Doberman rescue group. Guinney came with us and was an absolute joy to walk with. I was shocked when they handed me three finisher’s medals. I mean, he’s a dog. They gave him a bandana… but after walking that final half mile in the pouring rain (thank you, Florida!), I figured he deserved it, too.
The dementors have been chasing me a lot lately. I mean it’s been bad since we moved, but it’s been REALLY bad lately. I’m loving the support I’m getting from my fellow ‘Claws and it’s made it easier this week to get out and get moving. Exercise is a hard patronus to cast, but it works…
Guinness and I logged 9 miles over four days. Not a lot of miles compared to others in my groups, but it’s more than I did last week.
I’m looking to do a bunch more IRL races (including some of the Disney races and one at Universal), and two huge challenges over the next few years, so I’ve got to get off my ass.
Yes. THIS Dopey Challenge. 40+ miles of absolute hell.
I’m still thinking about doing a GORUCK Challenge, too, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for it. These races? As long as I can walk them, I’m good.
OH SHIT! I forgot about pledging to do the 10 mile GORUCK Your Dog fundraiser, too.
It’s a damn good thing Guinness is an amazing walking partner.
patterns for pirates - peg legs
This has now become a sewing blog.
I don’t really like spandex much. Or leggings.
I got obsessed with the idea that I needed to make myself some spandex pants with pockets.
I. AM. LOVING. THEM.
Yeah, there’s a few holes (bad seams, an incident with a seam ripper), the waistband is rolling, the legs were too long… but I managed to not fuck up the pockets too badly and they fit pretty well all things considered.
Thing of note: spandex with wicked fucking hard to work with.Definitely not my brightest idea to start with.
Tomorrow, the man is working which means I’ll probably be sewing.
I do have a shirt to make. Ideally, I want it done for next casual Friday.
Pyjamas and pillows - practice makes perfect.
To date I’ve made a Doctor Who pillow, a Hogwarts crest pillow, those froot loops pjs from an earlier entry, and these. I’m already bored with pyjama pants, but woven cotton is supposedly easier to sew with and pjs are an easy pattern to cut and assemble. (Also, the character wovens available at JOANN? I’m in love with all of them.)
For me right now, it’s all about practice… and I need it. You do not want to see the fucking mess I made out of the Stitch pj waistband. Granted, it was a different pattern from the first pair of jammies but I was dying to use it because I didn’t have to try and force the elastic through the casing; it was sewn directly onto the pants.
Stretching elastic and sewing straight? Yeah… not as easy as the interwebs make it look. I’m going to need to make more pants… and I have some more awesome Doctor Who fabric to do it with.
I have been buying patterns and knit fabrics (think t-shirts) for my next project (or several) and I can’t wait.
I was able to find some Marauders’ Map knit fabric and I’m SO EXCITED to use it to make a shirt. I’m also terrified to cut into it. I see a bunch of shirts in the same style in my closet. All made long before I get the balls to use that fabric…
I’m finding that it’s almost better to buy PDF patterns online because people post SO many pictures of what they’ve made. I had a hard time finding store bought patterns that fit the ideas in my head and this seems to work. There’s a lot of feedback on how to tweak the PDF patterns and I’m loving it…
What I’m NOT loving is actually assembling the patterns. I ended up sending some of them to a local blueprint printer to have them printed, so I didn’t have to burn through an entire ream of paper and then tape all the sheets together. Of course, that couldn’t be as simple as it sounded. No. I wanted to pick them up so that I could make sure the pattern printed the correct size and I tried twice. They were closed both times. They finally ended up delivering them to me. I haven’t seen the charge on my card, so I’m pretty sure they were given to me. I think the total cost was like $5, so they probably didn’t lose any money on the deal.
But then, I actually had to cut out the pattern and make the clothing. After the hell I went through to get the patterns printed, I decided to copy them onto a clear shower curtain liner. SLIPPERY! Even with bricks and taking my time, I still had problems tracing. And then, I cut away part of the Sharpie outline, so when I put the pattern on the fabric, I couldn’t quite find the cut line.
I finally figured it out and I got those suckers sewn together. And. I. Am. In. Love.
These pants are so much more comfortable than the froot loop ones and I like the fabric better.
I can’t wait until I’m a little more confident and start making my own cosplay. Or at the very least, clothes I like in styles that actually fit me well.
Before I begin this post - two caveats:
1) Trigger warning for the school shooting in Parkland
2) In NO WAY do my comments have anything to do with my employer, are not sanctioned by them, and are wholly my own.
We good? Good.
Bring on the onions.
The first home game after the shooting was on the 22nd - the boys had been on the road and it was probably harder on some of them than it was on us. I couldn’t imagine being that far away and knowing that this happened in the place you call home.
We reacted both publicly and privately. The private stuff is nobody’s business, but the public stuff says more than enough. I’m mostly posting these here so I don’t lose them, but I thought they were important enough to share. (If you don’t want to watch them, that’s OK. Make sure you go all the way to the end of this entry, though. I have a great survivor story to cheer you up.)
This is the video they showed before the game. I think everyone in the arena was crying. I know I was.
LOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUU! Eloquent and heartfelt, the starting goalie proves that there is more to life than the game.
Moeller’s speech This is beautiful… and watching the lights with the students’ names come on and go off was so much more powerful than mere words can portray.
Honouring MSD. We do what we can and sometimes it still doesn’t feel like enough.
Around the arena on game night. Staff wore SD t-shirts to show solidarity with the school and to remind people that this wasn’t about the Cats, but instead about our territory, our community.
MSD Hockey meets Lord Stanley... and Thorty proves that there really is a old players’ tale that you shouldn’t touch the Cup if you ever want to win it. He won two Cups - one with Bruins (!!!) - and is more than OK with touching it.
Finally, an uplifting tale:
One of the higher ups in event services has a son who goes to school at MSD. The boy texted his mother to let her know that there was a shooter in the school and that he was OK. He then passed his phone around so his classmates could contact their parents. When asked why he was the only one with a cell phone at the time, he shrugged. He then admitted they had an exam that period and even though they were supposed to turn the phones in before the exam, he had it on him because he was cheating.
This is possibly unrelated, but I think it’s the perfect ending to this post.
I love my job, and I’m proud of the NHL shield on my business card, but it’s moments like this that - despite the utter heartbreak that we were all experiencing - prove I made the right decision, even though I’ve doubted it from time to time. (And no. I didn’t say that in case this shows up in Google. I meant it. I mean it. I will probably always mean it, even if I move on from the team.)
photo from nhl.com
For the second time in five years, I’ve sat glued to the tv and waited for a list of names.
The first time, it was the daughter of a college friend.
The second time, thankfully, there was no one that I knew.
It was close, that second time… Parkland is between my home and my office. I know a lot of people with connections to Parkland, to Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. I was waiting to hear a familiar last name, and I hoped to God I wouldn’t.
The kids of Parkland are amazing. I’m sure you’ve seen the news - they are not taking this shit lying down. They are going to change the world and I’m excited to watch them do it. The grown ups have been in charge for way too long and they’ve not done a damn thing to solve the problem.
Columbine (1999) was supposed to be a one-off. This wasn’t supposed to become a regular occurrence, but apparently, it’s more important to deny me my right to CHOOSE whether or not I want to “murder my unborn baby” than it is to ensure that assault rifles aren’t sold and that gun control laws are changed to protect the innocent children the politicians say they care about.
This isn’t a party issue. It’s an issue of deep pockets and greed. Pointing fingers isn’t going to solve anything. It’s time to work together to create the change we need so badly.
I don’t have the answers… I wish I did.
I’m just an anonymous voice on the phone telling my politicians that I’m not happy with their performance. I’m just an anonymous name on an on-line petition. I’m just another email in an un-monitored mailbox.
But at least I’m doing something.
I’ve heard a lot of shit about how the Cats are handling the tragedy in our backyard, a lot of it from people who know nothing.
For what it’s worth, the Panthers are doing more than offering thoughts and prayers. They’re doing more than sewing on patches and applying decals. They’re working behind the scenes to take care of our community. This isn’t the time or the place to be making grand gestures and pointing out how great they are. They’re working quietly, doing the appropriate things, in the appropriate way. I can’t ask for anything more.
This is the time to protect our territory.
And protect it, we shall.