You can only look forward…

December 22, 2019 :: 7:21 PM

re-run all the races!

We’re not going to talk about last year’s three words, except to say I failed miserably at all of them… 2019 was a year forever marred by the events of December 6th and my inability to get past it.

And that’s fine. I’ve learned from it. I’ve done my best to heal. I’ve tried desperately to put myself first.

For 2020, it’s not so much three words as three sentences.

It’s all about the Twelfth Doctor and what’s become the Whovian Running Club’s new motto:

Run fast.

Laugh hard.

Be kind.

I’m pretty sure that they’re self-explanatory.

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A change of decorations is in order…

December 15, 2019 :: 3:37 PM

PHRC House and Quidditch Cup champions!!!!!!

Last December, Slytherin beat Ravenclaw to win the House Cup by three points.

Three fucking points.

Ravenclaws throughout the Tower took that… not particularly well.

Then, Bill’s wife decided to rub salt in the wound. She hung a Slytherin banner right where Bill couldn’t miss it. (The dangers of multi-house families!)

Bill, of course, showed this to the Tower, and a battle cry was born.

Well, Friday, it was decided that a change of decorations was in order.

Not going to lie - I cried when I watched the awarding of the House Cup. Then I cried harder when Bill posted the video of him changing the banner.

We worked so hard for this… I can’t put into words how much we pulled together to do this.

People need medals? OK. Let’s give them money for medals!

We need to win Quidditch? OK. Let’s build a Ravenwall and ensure that nobody can come in 1st through 4th!

Kids need school supplies? OK. BUY! ALL! THE! THINGS!

More people need medals? OK. The House Ghosts are out in full force!

Moms need diapers? OK. BUY! ALL! THE! DIAPERS!

We need to run miles? OK. Let’s run ONE MILLION MILES!

I don’t think they’ve published the stats from this year, because I can’t find them, but we’re talking thousands of diapers. Thousands of pencils, colored pencils, highlighters. Over a million miles tracked in the Charity Miles app.

And that’s just Ravenclaw…

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I run, therefore I am

December 07, 2019 :: 9:21 AM

as 2020 looms large over the horizon, I’ve found a new way to define myself

I was supposed to run a 5K last night and a half marathon tomorrow.

I ended up deferring both. The 5K was the first to go because of work. When I had originally signed up, I was at a different job. This week my boss was on vacation and I forgot to ask before I left for Thanksgiving. I ended up deferring the half because I keep fucking up my back when I run. The 5K and 10K over Thanksgiving week just about killed me. My sciatica was acting up and when it wasn’t, the pain was still unreal. I had to take time off to heal, which meant there was no way I’d be ready.

I’m heartbroken. This was my test. To see what I needed to do before Disney. I WILL NOT BE A DNF. I WILL NOT ALLOW IT. I don’t know what that means, but I have a month to figure out how to get there without the benchmark I so desperately wanted / needed. 

I did a LOT of research. A metric fuck-ton, to be exact. I know it doesn’t replace having a doctor look at it, but what I found described everything perfectly. I have a plan that involves more stretching, some that I hadn’t even thought of. I searched the Nike Workout app and found a few workouts that fit the bill. I’m going to reach out to a yoga instructor I know and she what she can offer me.  I’m excited to get going.

I was going to run the 5K last night (at home), but my night got blown to shit. We had to leave the office because they were painting. I tried to work from home and it was a disaster. Such a disaster that I ended up working an hour later than I wanted to because our West Coast office forgot I’m on the East Coast. (Bastards!)

I’m going to run the 5K today and the half tomorrow (at home, on the Deathmill) as well. It won’t be perfect, but it will give me an idea of how I’m going to perform.

I’ve even got a running plan sort of figured out for 2020… including the insanity of the Random Tuesday racery events.

I’ve set the lofty goal of doing the Dopey Challenge in 2021. My biggest hurdle is going to be the marathon, because I’ve already committed to 11 IRL races. ELEVEN. And three of them are halfs. We’re not even going go talk about the 7 guaranteed PHRC races, the 6 WRC races, and whatever the FRC decides to release.

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I’ve taken a break from Facebook. I log in about once a day, look at my fanfic groups, hang out in the Tower, check on select friends. When I post now, it’s about running because running is safe.

I can’t look at my newsfeed. The memories of happy days with the Cats. The reminder that I got fired. (Yesterday was the year anniversary of my official termination.) The endless stream of hockey stories, videos, photos that clog some of my favourite peoples’ feeds.

I just can’t. It’s too triggering.

One of my hockey loving friends texted me a photo before bed a few nights ago… It took me two Ativan before I could calm down enough to be rational. I’m only supposed to take two if shit is REALLY bad. It was beyond bad.

I thought I might go back in January but after that night, I may wait until hockey season is over. In April.

I don’t miss it as much as I thought I would.

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Quidditch is a gateway drug

November 28, 2019 :: 12:28 PM

Can I call it a PB if it's my first IRL 10K? FUCK YES I CAN.

That 10K I signed up for? I went in with the lofty goal of not finishing last and finishing in less than 2 hours.

I was praying to deities that I don't believe in to finish around 1:45. (If I had kept the pace of the 5K, I would have finished in 1:40. Roughly.)

And then? ^^^ THAT ^^^ happened.

I joke that Quidditch is a gateway drug, but honestly, if it wasn't for the PHRC and the 2019 Spring Quidditch Racery event, I don't know how I would have been motivated to train.

Racery has been just what I needed to work on my endurance. I did six miles and wasn't tired at all!

I'm not afraid of thirteen miles anymore and that, more than anything, was what I needed to get out of this race.
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November 23, 2019 :: 8:41 PM

I pr'd this race by FOUR minutes. And came in at a Disney-safe pace.


That half marathon?

Still freaking out.


Today, I did a 5K that I totally wasn't prepared for... and fucking CRUSHED it. (I thought it was next weekend. Whoops.)

Then, I came home from that 5K and signed up for a 10K on Thanksgiving day.

So - I'll have done a 5K, a 10K, another 5K, and a half before the Disney half.

If I can continue to perform the way I did today, I'll be pretty happy. I've been stressing about that fucking 16 minute mile pace because my natural pace is about a 20 minute mile. The best I've ever managed on the treadmill was about 17 minutes.

Speaking of, I have this weird thing with the treadmill. I'm afraid of it. Seriously. I've done over 300 miles on the stupid fucking thing and I'm afraid of it.

It's irrational. I get it... but it is what it is. And it is too fucking hot to train outside.

Shit, even today was ridiculously warm and it's NOVEMBER.

So, despite my fear of the treadmill, despite the fact that it's a billion degrees out, and most likely due to a bad case of runner's high... I made the decision that I'm going to re-run all my virtual races in 2020.

It's 550 miles with the double counted races (PHRC/WRC Challenge Medal requirement). That's before adding in all the 2020 PHRC virtual races and any other virtual and IRL races I choose to do. I'm a Perfect Prefect for 2020, but I'm not sure about being a Whovian keyholder again. I did go back and buy all the 2019 WRC medals I was missing - partly to earn the key, but mostly so I could have more bling to open - but I'm not a huge fan of some of the designs. Fandom doesn't have a season, per se, so that doesn't matter.

I've already committed to the Disney half, the Rival Run, races at Universal, and one race locally. I'm thinking about the Miami and Sunrise half marathons, too. I'm assuming that I'll probably do the Naples Pride, Weston 4th and the Bull Run again next year, too.

2020's going to be a busy year.

Of course, 2021 is the Year of the Dopey, so why not re-earn all the medals in the mean time? I'm going to need ALL. THE. BLING. to survive training for a fucking marathon.

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