Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Cabin Fever

When coming home from Michaels on an errand to pick up some crafty goods for D’Kid a couple of Sundays ago, my car, Max, had - what felt like - an epileptic fit as we backed out of our parking space. My first thought was to put it in Park, then Reverse again to rule out a transmission issue; which it passed. Then once we returned home, I check the oil to make sure it hadn’t leaked/burned out and that I was on the verge of seizing then engine. Again, good results there.

It felt fine to drive even though there was some shuddering & puttering, which at first was startling then merely annoying.

Then the engine light came on.

That Saturday, I took it to our mechanic who ran the diagnostics; something to do with an ignition coil and possibly an injector issue.

I asked if would be okay to drive until Friday [when we BOTH get paid] … his mouth said ‘yes, but not too much’ but his eyes said ‘I wouldn’t’ … especially with 40 miles round trip ever day

So, told my manager that I’d be telecommuting in the rest of the week, if that was okay; which she was fine with.

It just got even better

That Tuesday Bank of America processed a loan payment that we didn’t authorize, which put our account $1300 below zero [see attached]. I had HOPED to get the refund from them by that Friday so I could take the car in, but it STILL hadn’t showed up when we both got paid; essentially putting us back to a single pay week.

Which meant we STILL couldn’t afford to have it fixed.

Which meant I STILL couldn’t get in to work.

So, I wait and work online in the meantime [while calling Bank of America everyday to bug them]

The ONE upside is that I can take a later lunch and go for my run outside, instead of getting up at 5:30AM and jogging around in the dark.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Postcards from the Curb

There's always been an ongoing debate as to what is the difference between a runner and a jogger.

Some say it's a paceing thing ["anyone slower than me ... is a jogger"] or there's the argument that "the difference between a runner and a jooger is an entry form" [which bugs those of us who run for fun and don't often race] ... a friend of mine, however found this gem on Slowtwitch:

"Joggers bounce up-and-down and stop lights. Runners just stand there looking pissed!"

I thought 'Oh that's GREAT!!! I gotta put that on my wall at work!!!'

I went into Flickr and poked around until I found an image that fit PERFECTLY, then added the text



I thought, 'Hmmm, that's really quite good. I should do another, maybe for someone just starting out'

I found inspirations in the email signature of another friend; slightly modified



I pulled forward one I had made a while ago and added IT to the collection






I was soon actively SEARCHING for quotes to illustrate. Once I'd compiled a dozen or so, I set them up as an album on my Facebook page, and started "tagging" my friends.

Well, word got out, and I recieved the following message on FB [emphasis mine]:

Hi Randy...I'm Bill of the Pineland Striders. "Medford Jeff" shared some of your postcards today on our Yahoo Posting Board. I've been a runner since 1979. Your photos are the finest I've ever seen in my over 30 yrs of running...seriously. They're magnificent. You should market them as posters. I'd love to know the locations of some of those photos...is that possible? One of my favorites are those guys in a bike race (or group ride) riding in a pouring rain.

After checking the viability of such an endeavor with my friend Jill of Lehigh Valley Running Scene, I replied thusly:

Thanks, Bill;

I can’t claim credit for the images, truthfully. I just pull them off Flickr & add the captions [which I find here & there]. The postcard files are not the greatest resolution in the word - only abt 100 pixels/in - so they're not exactly poster material, but PERFECT for printing out at home and putting on the fridge or hanging in the office

MOST of them are under a Creative Commons License, so they're shareable; please, feel free [I haven’t even taken the trouble to “watermark” ‘em or anything]

Thanks again,
Randy

Who knew I’d get so much “mileage” out of these silly things???

Thursday, December 30, 2010

2010 Year End Results

Total Miles Run: 540.1 miles - just missed 900K = 558 Miles
Biggest Running Month: May [72 Miles]
Lowest Non-Injured Running Month: December [26 Miles]

Number of "Offical" Races: 0
Number of Virtual Comps / Time Trails: 3

Total Bike Miles: 248.5
Biggest Bike Month: September [73 miles]

Other than the Big POINK!!! ... A pretty good year.

Looking ahead to 2011, … I have a super secret goal of breaking ALL my v2.0 PRs this year [5K, 10K, 10M, HM] before I turn … well, y’know, THAT Number.

Wish me luck

Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Man was a Pro



Sidewalk clean its full width; plumb straight walls ... Steel shovel, ash handle.

He also taught me how important it is to learn how to shovel "switch" [to use a skateboarding term]

Great job, Dad

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Just Bag It!!!

Rudy: “Methinks it's about time to start stockpiling those bread-bags for some sloppy snowy early morning runs”
OrangeMat: “explain, please”

When it gets cold, wet and snowy, [like it’s gonna be soon, I’m sure] I put bread-bags between my sox and my running shoes to keep my tootsies dry = dry feet are happy feet [once they get wet, they NEVER warm back up]. My mom used to do this when I was a kid in CT. Of course, not only did the bread bags keep my feet dry, it ALSO made them easier to slip out of our boots when they were packed in with snow since the buckles on our old-fashioned galoshes or the laces on our “
duck boots” would be glacially impacted with snow and ice. Thankfully, our house back then had something that is a staple in New England architecture which is seldom accommodated in building design down here … A Mud Room.

“A
mud room [or mudroom] is a room which is built into some houses to act as a barrier between outdoors and indoors. Especially in regions with wet, muddy winters, a mud room can be a useful addition as it helps to keep the house clean. In addition, the mud room constitutes a clear boundary between indoors and out, which can be a useful reminder for animals and exuberant members of the household

Typically, a mud room has easily cleaned floors made in materials like tile, concrete, or linoleum. In extreme cases, a mud room may even have a drain in the floor to make sluicing the floor very easy. A well designed mud room also has ample hooks and racks for damp, wet clothing, as well as racks or cubbies for shoes. In addition, benches for people to sit on while they remove their shoes are not uncommon. All of these measures are designed to encourage people to remove sodden or dirty layers before entering the house.

Generally, mud rooms are not the primary entrances of homes, since they tend to be informal in nature. A side or backyard door usually leads into the mud room, and family members may be encouraged to use it while guests are welcomed through the front door. Often, the washer and dryer are also tucked into the mud room, for the sake of convenience. A mud room which doubles as a laundry room is handy, since wet baskets of clothing do not need to be carried through the house to outdoor clotheslines, and soiled or wet clothing can be immediately dumped into a washer without being tracked through the house”



In our house in Connecticut, the order was to walk around behind the house via the walkway next to the garage and come in through the back. There we would de-boot, de-hat and un-snow, [hockey sticks and skates were left outside for the time being] before proceeding to the kitchen for our well-deserved hot chocolate [home-made, mind you; we didn’t discover
Swiss Miss till we moved down here to NJ]

OrangeMat: “Either I don't run early enough or we just don't get that much sloppy wet and cold stuff up here.... but I'll keep it in mind for if and when we (and I) do!”

There has have been a time or two that the bags were TOTALLY necessary due to icy slush, but truth be told … once the streets are dry, I prefer to run in my shorter ankle sox again. There’s something exhilaratingly Badass about finishing a Pre-Dawn Run bundled and gloved, exhaling clouds of your own creation, sweaty steam coming from your active-fleece sweatshirt; then hiking up your sleeves and taking a cool-down stroll while the frosty street-level wind curls around your ankles.

Of course, I also sleep with my foot sticking out of the blanket, even on the coldest nights, so I MAY be sort of a freak in that respect.

NOTE: Yeah I know ... there ARE solutions that you can BUY, like gaiters for outside and waterproof sox for inside ... but what fun is THAT???