Here I am in a feeble effort to kick it in when I saw the clock. Grrr.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Here I am in a feeble effort to kick it in when I saw the clock. Grrr.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
It took me 3 times as long to get to work, which was a problem because that meant I didn't get to eat as quickly after the swim workout. By the time I got to work my stomach was in serious pain and I felt like I was going to faint. I am such a baby. Literally. I need to eat every 2 hours. Luckily, our cafeteria makes fantastic French Toast (2 slices for $1.28! What a bargain!). 30 minutes after gulping them down I was feeling much better. Oh yeah, I guess the other problem was that I got to work late, but food was much more important to me at the time.
Last night I had a solid workout at Umstead (mile repeats) in the chilly, light rain. Not many other people out there. After a quick dinner and shower, Marty and I went out to a local pub for a little date-night. He went into great detail about the plot of Kung-Fu Panda which he had just watched while riding the trainer. After 10 minutes of minutia, he admitted that was actually only the first 20 minutes of the movie - so he sped it up from there :) Sounded like a good movie.
This weekend is the Raleigh Rocks half marathon. There's also a 5k run in conjunction with it - guess which one I'm running.
Monday, March 23, 2009
As mentioned in my last post, we watched Cider (Tassie’s best friend) all weekend. Those two play hard and sleep hard. They were both exhausted by Sunday afternoon, and Tassie didn’t even get off of her pillow this morning when Marty came downstairs (yes, that’s right, she didn’t even make it upstairs last night she was so tired!) Instead she looked at him and just gave him her paw, “this will have to do until I’m ready to stand”!
Whenever Cider comes over Tassie goes completely berserk and is so excited. On Saturday, we opened the side door to get something from the car and Cider walked out. This is the door that she always comes into our house. She was out there for about 10 seconds before I walked out and called her. So she walks back through the door and Tassie goes crazy again! It was like a reset button and Tassie completely forgot that Cider had just been inside 10 seconds earlier. I’ve never said we had the smartest dog; she’s just awfully cute and nice :)
Thursday, March 19, 2009
I skipped Master’s Wednesday morning because we met some people out for St. Patty’s Day the night before. But not to worry because we have an extra Master’s practice on Thursday mornings so I made it up this morning. Since Thursday’s are new, we get a small crowd, but that also means we get our own lanes. Marty gave us the main set (a ladder) and he told me to do 1:30 as my base pace. I said, “I think I’ll try 1:25 today.” It’s time to step it up a bit and 1:30 has gotten a bit too comfortable. Well, I did the entire set on 1:25 and had plenty of time to spare in between intervals. Maybe 1:20 base pace is in my future? It wasn’t so long ago that 1:40 was my go to pace – I’m almost a real swimmer! :)
In other Gaal news, Marty’s mom is coming up for a visit this weekend. She hasn’t been here in quite awhile, and unfortunately the weather is looking chilly again. Enough already!! I’m sure we’ll all manage to have a good time, and she’ll get double the doodle since we’re watching Tassie’s BFF Cider all weekend. I’m also planning on getting a library card. One of those things I should’ve gotten a long time ago but have just been lazy about. There’s no sense buying books when there’s a nice library right around the corner.
And finally – MARCH MADNESS! I love watching college basketball, but especially the NCAA tournament. And living here right near UNC & Duke means it’s the topic of most people’s conversations. Even Marty inadvertently knows what he’s talking about (sometimes). Here’s a picture of Tyler Hansbrough. When he finally shows any emotion, it’s usually pretty funny. But I also wanted to post a picture so this post wasn’t too boring.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
We kept all things Irish by naming our dogs silly Irish names. We had Shamrock, our black standard poodle who loved to swim. Clancey, our first Irish Wolfhound who lived to be quite old for a big dog. He was lazy and nice, until he got a bit crotchety in his old age (but only to strangers). And finally, sweet Bayley, another Irish Wolfhound who died young from bloat (Shamrock also died from this).
Marty is not Irish at all unless you count his severe love affair with beer as an Irish trait.
And recently on Facebook Marty and I both took the “Where should you live” quiz and we both were told that we should live in Ireland. At least it told us the same place, but I’m not so sure about that quiz. I said I liked warm weather and beaches, but I did say I liked a night out with a pint and good friends. I think that’s the only part of the quiz that was remotely Ireland, so I think it wasn’t all that scientific.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day to everyone!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Right when I got out I glanced at the clock and saw my swim was 3:47 and I'm happy with this! Not sure of the real split because then you have to run down a flight of stairs and out the door to the mat. It's a long run to transition and I was frozen by the time I got to my bike. I put on a long sleeve running shirt, socks and gloves. Marty was eating a sandwich in there or something and I ran my bike out right behind him.
The bike was tough to gauge. My legs were bright red from the cold and the course has an annoying amount of speed bumps. It was over quick.
When I was running out of transition to the run, I stopped because it felt like my sock was bunched up or something...nope, just the frozen, blocky foot sensation. I tried to push the run but didn't feel all that great. I saw Marty not too far ahead of me but it took me forever to finally catch him. I also almost got hit by a car. When I got to Marty I said we could run in together, but he said no, I needed to get going. It would've been a cute picture at least.
I finished as the 3rd elite behind "she's so fast she could race against the male elites" Stacey Richardson and new Pro Chris Tommerdahl. My time was a little less than a minute slower than two years ago, but two years ago this race was 3 weeks later and I was training more - so I'm happy with the effort! And, I ended up beating Marty by 7 seconds.
Friday, March 13, 2009
I'm going to race; I'm just going to complain a lot. I like to race and really don't want to sit out if I don't have to. I am going to be very careful on the bike which I realize will probably cost some time since there are quite a few turns at the beginning. I'm also undecided about my wardrobe, but I'm hoping to stay warm. And this is why you shouldn't sign up for a race in early March!
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
How the HECK did that happen?! And there's no changing swim times now, so I'm stuck with him starting :15 after me. Nothing like my own husband coming to mow me down in the pool when we already have two-way traffic. For those of you who don't know, Marty is a superfast swimmer, and he kind of produces a big wake...I'll be body surfing when he goes by me.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Anywho, the other big story right now in NC is we have Fat Tire. Never been sold past the Mississippi until now. Fat Tire is good and has a neat label, but I prefer their seasonal Skinny Dip myself. I'm not sure that's going to make it here this year, but I'm hoping. The New Belgium Brewery was one of the many brewery tours we took on our trip around the world in '06. Neat place.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Here are some pictures from the camp. We stayed in a really quirky place above some shops in 'downtown' Pass a Grille. Looking this way is the Gulf, and if you turn around the intercoastal is right behind. It was really cool.
Beautiful Northshore pool we swam at several times. The Bay is behind the pool - and I now have a speedo tan again!
The water color was amazing.
Some of the campers watching the sunset.
There were a lot of jokes being thrown around when this guy decided to hot dog all over the beach with everyone watching the sunset.
This is not from the camp, but from the Coach Bubba 4 miler the other weekend. I thought it was funny that even during the run Alysia and I were STILL talking!