Saturday, February 24, 2018

Grandma's First 5k

I promise no rants ahead!😁

Yesterday was the Disney Princess 5k,  and I'm still on a "walker's high." I can walk a gazillion miles, but where other people have knee cartilage, I have crushed potato chips.  I have to stick to low impact.  I've never been able to run so I have never paid a lot of attention to races.  My daughter got back into running a couple of years ago, and did this race last year.  After she told me I absolutely could do it, I signed up with her to do it this year.  (She's also doing the half marathon on Sunday, because she is a Real Runner.)

The race started at 5:30 a.m., so I had to pick my daughter up at 3:30 a.m. to get there, park, and make our way to the starting point in the Epcot parking lot. It was already crowded with runners.  Thousands of runners, or rather, a few thousand runners and a herd of my fellow walkers. 15,000 people registered for the race.  There were 6 corrals, grouped by time, and those corrals were turned loose in groups of 4 or 5, so it wasn't a mad stampede.  This is not the kind of race where you go for a personal record, because if you didn't start in the front of corral A, it's not possible to maintain any sort of speed in the mob.  (We were in the middle of the pack in C.)

While the winners do get the glory, most of the participants are there for fun, and it is hugely fun. Some people wear amazing costumes, others are just funny, like the tall, balding man around my age who was dressed as Snow White, while his daughters were dwarfs.  The winner of the race was a guy they'd interviewed on the stage (jumbo screens and music and and a coffee truck and entertainment keep you busy while waiting to start) who was in full Rapunzel regalia, including the long braid wig, and a few days of facial stubble.  He was there to "get in touch with his inner princess," and the crowd loved him, it's cool that he won.  (His winning photo shows that his princess gown was slit up the front and he had some serious, muscular runner's legs underneath.)

It is a timed race, and as you pass each mile marker a digital display shows your time, but I can't even remember what ours was by the end.  After a while, dodging around the people who were walking at window shopping speed got too frustrating and we slowed down, took a few pictures, and made a restroom stop after mile 2.  As I said, not a place to worry about your speed. 😆

I hadn't walked much since signing up for this race and had been mildly concerned that I would be one of the slower participants, until I got to the race Expo Thursday evening to pick up my race bib and shirt.  The Expo is at the huge Wide World of Sports complex, which I'd never visited.  As I was walking in I saw people of all ages and shapes picking up their race bibs, including a few who appeared winded from walking in from the parking lot.

Don't get my daughter started on people who lie their asses off about their running time. This race doesn't require proof of time, so if you ever want to do it, just do what everyone does - make up a number.  I passed a number of groups of women around my age who appeared exhausted by walking from the parking lot to pick up their race bibs, and imagined their conversation:

"So we have to put how fast we go on the registration. How long do you think it takes us to walk a mile?

"Oh, I don't know, maybe 10 minutes?"

"Okay, we'll say 10 minutes."

Yeah, there's a whole lotta that going on.

I don't have a ton of pictures because did I mention it was 5:30 in the morning? Yeah, dark. Beautiful, but dark.

The Epcot Flower and Garden Festival is getting underway, so there were tons of great topiaries to admire (in the dark).

Obligatory selfie at the halfway mark.

I could get addicted to runDisney.  The event was so well organized, tons of staff,  and everyone, the participants and the volunteers from Children's Miracle Network were just so happy and nice!  Definitely worth doing if you ever get the chance. I'm looking forward to the Wine and Dine in November.

I promised there would be no rants in this update, but I'll leave you with this happy thought:

Saturday, February 17, 2018

So, I'm really failing at this update more often thing.

I put a note about "update BLD" on my to do list every day. And then somehow I can't, because I'm so full of rage right now, and spewing it here would be somewhat satisfying but ultimately as useful as "thoughts and prayers."

I am full of rage.  I have calmed down a bit since the latest horrific massacre of schoolchildren, just the other day - and major love to Rachel Maddow, who used the words "mass murder".  Watch the language, and who uses it.  It's an "incident" a "tragedy" a whatever, like the fucking roof collapsed or a tornado hit the school.  Like it's an act of God, who could have seen it coming, let's turn the topic to mental illness!  OMG I feel my blood pressure rising, so I will stop here.  I will say that we have an opportunity to change this course in November, and it begins and ends with voting out every fucking Republican we can, and mop up the rest of those fuckers in 2020.  That party needs to die.  This isn't a failure of "Congress" this isn't "both sides," this is the party in control is not only covering for the puppet installed in the White House by a hostile foreign power, but doing a ton of really awful shit just because they can. 

While we were understandably distracted by the murders of a bunch of 14 and 15 year old kids because a 19 year old could legally buy an assault weapon, those vile, evil Republicans were busy gutting the Americans with Disabilities Act.  WHY would anyone do something so just plain shitty?  The ADA has been around for decades, it's useful and I'm pretty sure everyone agrees it's a good thing. Make life harder for blind people and deaf people and people who rely on wheelchairs to get around and work and just live, because their lives are already too easy? Why did they do it?  Because they can. And we need to stop them and fix this shit.

For my entire adult life, and I'll be 60 this year, I've listened to these people, as they wrapped themselves in the flag and proclaimed themselves to be the people who Love This Country and are all about Personal Responsibility and OMG the DEBT IS THE BIGGEST PROBLEM EVER, and everything bad is the fault of the eebil libbruls.  Yeah, that was bullshit and if you bought it you might want to do some soul searching while you catch up on what's going on.  The economy is about to take another dive, when the reality of what's happened finally sinks in on Wall Street.  We're in the Trump chop shop, being sold off for parts. 

And meanwhile, there's the woman who got 3 million more votes, being berated and told to shut up and knit while the animated corpse of Mitt Romney rises to run again.  Misogyny.  A topic for another rant, and something that actually is "both sides."

I'm sorry, that really turned ranty.  Tomorrow I'm doing a long walk.  Next Friday is the 5k, and I'm stoked and ready for a fun morning.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Hello, I'm not dead!

Though this was apparently disappointing to at least three work acquaintances.  Stand by, I've been storing up a LOT of rants. We'll start with this one:

I had the flu a couple of weeks ago.  A perfectly normal, unexceptional case of the flu, fever and aches and OMG I coughed more that week than I have in the last DECADE, but otherwise, eh.  Other than not getting much sleep because the aforementioned coughing pretty much destroyed sleep, I drank fluids and rested and was better in days.

And when I made the mistake of mentioning to my coworkers that I was getting over the flu, no fewer than THREE responded thusly - please note these are acquaintances who work on my floor, not friends:


Me:  No, I just rested and took OTC meds and lots of fluids....


Me, thinking:  Ookay, I am standing in front of you, obviously not, yanno, your point would be....?

Them:  MORE DRAMATIC RANTING ABOUT THE FLU, is apparently a miracle that I survived.

Me, thinking:  Um, could you like, get the fuck out of my cube now? Because I'm wondering if I somehow let you down by not requiring intensive care for a mild case of the flu. Maybe next time I'll die, just for you, you fucking freak.

Anyway, I'm totally fine.

And I'm excited about the Princess 5k which is just two weeks away! I'm feeling like a slacker because I don't have an amazing themed costume, but I'm just there for brunch at The Wave afterward.  It's so crazy, but after nearly 40!! years of visiting Disney World, I've never been inside the Contemporary Resort!  My daughter and her friend did this brunch after another race last year and she loved it, so I'm excited.

We're all fine here. It's a freakish 85 degrees and I am covered in baby mosquito bites, because those little bastards hatched hungry, like teeny vampires, and this isn't strange at all for FEBRUARY.  God, I'm so scared of summer.


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

OMG, the DEFB* is DONE!!!

 *Delaney's Endless F*cking Blanket

It turned out great. Sorry for the badly lit photo, but the colors worked better than I expected when she picked them.  I am SO happy to be finally done with it.

Friday, January 19, 2018

OMG! It's Friday!!

So, I didn't get the job I interviewed for a couple of weeks ago, and I've realized I'm fine with that.  Because I'm actually more secure where I am than going back into homebuilding in an overheated stock market and housing market that is headed for not good, in the incompetent GOP hands with the Puppet at the helm. It's only going to get crazier. Where I am is safer.

So updating two or so times a week hasn't happened. I'll adjust, and aim for once.  Probably on Friday or the weekend, because my evenings are full lately.

My condo building has a new tile roof, and I finally parked in my garage tonight, for the first time in three weeks. Yay. I've been hiking a block in the morning freezing to my vehicle, and Leia the RAV4 and I are both happy she's back in the garage.

Our Girl Scout is selling cookies, and I made two trips to the car a block away to haul bags of cookies sold in the office, cursing the timing of the roofing project yet again. But I will admit that the new roof is pretty, and they did a good job with all new waterproofing and flashing and gutters and all that good shit, and they're done with my building so I will stop whining.  It's all good.

What am I working on now? I don't know what triggered it, but I'm making granny squares every evening, after yoga.  Maybe just one or two, but this is how giant afghans are born. I'm using leftovers of Cascade 220 Superwash, which is a great way to eat up the stash.  It's going to be rather pink and purple, because these are little girl leftovers, but I'm tying it together with black to make it more mature.  Not that I really care, because it's not like a granny square afghan is a complicated fashion statement; it's a scrap yarn project that requires no thought.  That's what I need right now.

I haven't said anything political because right now all I can do is conjugate the F word in amazing new ways.  Everything I thought in the first 48 hours last November, things I thought were just me being depressed and "that's crazy talk" is now...documented.  Jesus, we are in some deep shit here.


We will get through this.