Down to Business

What I care about:
Doing all the things on my list.

What I don’t care about:
Blogging about every little thing.
Finishing before I turn 30.

So here’s where I’m at. I’m extending my own self-declared deadline from my 30th birthday to my 31st birthday. Because it’s my list and I make the rules. I might blog about it a little. I might not. (Really, I’m not sure why I continue to write. For some reason it still holds the tiniest bit of importance to me.)

Anyway, here’s my finalized list. (Because I’m definitely not going to keep blogging to introduce things.)

1. Sing More. Join a Choir.
2. Travel to 5 States I’ve Never Visited.
3. Donate a Quilt to Lutheran World Relief.
4. Make a Quilt using High School and College T-Shirts.
5. Be a Snowboarder
6. Improve My Baking
7. Run a Half Marathon
8. Join a Women’s Hockey Team
9. Try 25 “New Things”
10. Improve My Knitting
11. Purchase (and learn how to use) an SLR Camera
12. Read 100  Books
13. Visit Holden Village with Jocelyn
14. Earn a Master’s Degree

15. Own the Beatles Discography on Vinyl
16. Water-Ski Barefoot
17. Finish My Master’s Thesis
18. Leave the Country
19. Go to NYC with Ty
20. Take a Pottery Class
21. Give
22. Read the Bible
23. Get a Tattoo
24. Make an Item of Clothing (and wear it in public)
25. Make 31 Things
26. Try Paddle Boarding
27. Find the best Pad Thai in Pittsburgh
28. Love Pittsburgh (Still trying to quantify this…)
29. Read Catch 22
30. Complete 500 Things In “2001 Things To Do Before You Die”

There it is! Wish me luck!


#26: Try Paddle Boarding

I don’t know why, but sometimes I get an idea in my head about why a thing is the best ever before I know anything about it. The thing pops into my head, I know I will love it, it will be my favorite thing, and sometimes I become mildly obsessed.

Probably the best example of this is my fascination with yurts. I’ve never been IN a yurt, but from the moment I learned what a yurt was, I’ve been enamored by them. They’re so round and whimsical and cute!

Also, hedgehogs. They’re round and whimsical and cute, too, and one day in the last few months I decided that I needed a baby hedgehog. I have never seen a hedgehog in real life, and I have no idea what it would be like to care for a baby hedgehog, but they are my favorite thing.

I’ve done this with a lot of things that I’ve eventually tried and loved as much as I thought I would. I dreamed about Australia for years and years before I ever stepped foot in Sydney. I made my first quilt in my head 100 times before I finally purchased a sewing machine. I remember obsessing about model rocketry for a few years before I actually went to rocketry camp. (And, I better stop there before I expose myself as even more of a dork.)

Anyway, my point is that I’m quick to convince myself that something is awesome but slow to actually pull the trigger and try it out.

For the last several summers (3…4…5?) I’ve told myself that Paddle Boarding will be my favorite summer activity. I’ve researched the local places where I can rent a board. I’ve drooled over the boards at REI (that are way to expensive for me to buy without being sure that I like it).    It’s silly that I’ve never tried it, but that’s just how it goes with me. I know that I have some friends who are as curious as I am, so I think this is the summer.

And hopefully it will be the best thing ever.

I’m going to be 30 soon.

If anyone is still reading, you can tell that I’m feeling “meh” about our little bloggy, here. I’m still doing stuff– trying to cross off the items on my list before next May. (Even though though they don’t even number 30, yet.) I’ve just not been inspired to write about them, or anything for that matter.

I have had an eventful year. My life changed in a few pretty substantial ways… but if you know me, lone reader (and you do), you know about all that. So why bother writing? It seems redundant and maybe a little insincere to recount details of my life in this way.

But, I still have stuff to do, and I do still like the idea of blogging about it (even if the execution is pretty lame). So, I might be back around occasionally. After all, I’m going to be 30 soon.

Since my last post.

121 days have passed, since my last post.

Since my last post, I have traveled to the blue ridge mountains of West Virginia and the queen city of Charlotte, North Carolina.

The seasons have changed, since my last post.

Since my last post, the United States of America elected and inaugurated a president.

Since my last post, my cat has undergone and recovered from surgery.

Since my last post, Ty’s face has morphed from clean cut to slightly unshaven to what he likes to call “rugged.”

A Christmas tree has lived a full life-cycle since my last post.

EDIT: And apparently wordpress has had a makeover since my last post. I’m gonna have to relearn how to use this thing!

It’s been too long.

What I’ve Learned While Training For (And Running) A Half Marathon

Hey, let’s catch up, shall we? #7: Run a Half Marathon. Done.

I’m not a fan of that picture of me. But, it’s all I’ve got. Check out that sweet medal, though! (Ty’s mom called it a “woodal.”)

There’s not much to say about the actual half-marathon. It was a well organized race in memory of a local state trooper who was killed a few years ago. (His name– and the name of the race– is Paul Richey, if you care to Google.) It was long. It was slow. But we did it, and I got a mini cupcake when it was over. The race organizers were kind enough to put water stations at every mile, which was a blessing because I didn’t have to be burdened by my Camelbak or the thought of how many miles were left to run. We just had to take it one water station at a time.

Here are a few lessons I learned while pounding the pavement.

1. Most obviously: I don’t actually LIKE to run. I’m not sure anyone truly does. (And if you do, I don’t really want to hear it.) I don’t think there was a single second during a single run where I wasn’t using all of the Jedi Mind Tricks available to me to keep myself from quitting running. Talk to Ty about anything and everything unrelated to running. Count my steps. Mentally outline my thesis. (That’s BAD when the thesis is the desirable option.) Sing the entire Tortoise and Hare song we were learning in chorus over and over and over like some sort of a mantra.

Run, Bangor, run Bangor, Bangor, run run. Run Bangor, run Bangor, run, run, run. 

2. What I do like– other than finishing running — is being able to run. I like the feeling of having completed a number of miles that I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d be able to run. I like talking about running. (Makes me feel cool.) I like reading Runners World. I like free t-shirts. I really like being able to support worthy organizations by paying to run a few miles. And I LOVE when my friend Julie asks if I want to be on her team for the Pineapple Classic 5K in support of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, and I can wholeheartedly say: “YES!”

3. Unfortunately, I hate practicing, so training was a bit of a stretch for me. I hate practicing anything. Even things I like to do. I can pretty easily guarantee that if I’m still horrible at something after 3 tries, I’m not ever going to do it again. Don’t ever ask me to: play soccer, do algebra, draw or paint, speak Spanish, dance…

4. Good gear is good. When I started this project, I was running in old blue basketball shorts from 13 years ago when I was playing basketball (actually, not playing basketball so much as spending a few hours on every bench in every school gym in Westmoreland County), and any one of a number of too-big-for-me free cotton t-shirts with the words “Camp Lutherlyn Staff” or “Geneva College Student Ministries” printed on the front.

Once, when the weather was a little chilly and I stopped caring what I looked like to passers-by, I put on some leggings and a salmon-colored not-cotton shirt from REI, and I felt like maybe I had put on a superhero costume instead. The difference in comfort and sweat and aerodynamics was enough that most of my poor t-shirts have been demoted to hair drying duty, and will only regain their dignity when they are cut to bits and sewn back together as a quilt.

5. Good partners are good. I have to admit, I would quit running if I didn’t have Ty to drag me along kicking and screaming. The few times I’ve tried to run alone, I could barely get myself out the door, and didn’t have the mental fortitude to finish my whole run. I’m pathetic. (Or maybe I just don’t like running!!) Thanks for running with me, Mister!

6. I would not be running if it weren’t for Peer Pressure. (Thank God my friends are positive influences. Lord knows what I would be writing about if my friends weren’t upstanding individuals.) Let’s just look at the numbers here for a moment. To keep it simple, we’ll just look at the girls who will be in my wedding. 4/6 have run 5Ks. 3 have run half-marathons. 2 have finished marathons. And 1 sucker just ran-swam-biked a triathlon, last week. (That doesn’t include other close friends, people at church, and a whole bunch of people rubbing it in my face on my Facebook.)

I’m not sure how this happened. Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of them, but also very confused. I guess I was so confused that I figured I should probably be running, too. (That’s the only explanation I have, anyway.)

7. My shoes are awesome. Seriously. They’re the best. I had to jam my feet into a pair of real sneakers, yesterday. I felt like I was walking around with cement blocks on my feet. Yuck.

8. Something I really appreciated about our half marathon training was visible progress. (Keep in mind, we are measuring progress in miles, here, not pounds.) If we were diligent about running, and we followed the plan, we could run 13 miles. Every week we thought we had run as many miles as we could ever possibly run. There is no way we are going to be able to run 8 miles next week. I’m sure we aren’t going to be able to run 10 miles. We are definitely not going to be able to run 12 miles next week. 

And, every week we did.

Which makes me think that…

9. Long/Crazy/Impossible is relative. In high school gym class I thought my teachers were cruel and unusual for making me run ONE mile. (And I effectively refused to do it… along with one of my bridesmaids who ran her first 5k a few weeks ago.) Once I started running 5k races, they became totally reasonable and I thought the people who were running 10ks were insane. Why would they bother with 10k races, when they could get the same t-shirt for running the 5k. Once I got to 6 miles, I thought it would be nuts for me to double it for the half-marathon. After finishing the half, I wonder what would ever possess a person to run a full marathon. Or an ultra-marathon.

Seriously. Those people are truly crazy. 

10. One thing that isn’t relative? Poop. There’s nothing that can derail a good run as quickly as poop. Poop doesn’t discriminate. Poop will shut you down. And I like to think that’s the case for runners of all distances.

Color Me Rad Pittsburgh

Someday I will pay attention to my long-neglected bloggy. Until that magical day, here are some pictures from the Color Me Rad 5K at the Washington Fairgrounds.

I’d call the Color Me Rad an “experience.” I’m not sure that it was *fun*– we sat in 2 hours of pre-race traffic; it was marketed as a race for all abilities but the course was incredibly hilly, so there were a lot of walkers (including myself at a few points) jammed into not a lot of space; the cornstarch got into my nose and my mouth and my lungs.

But, all told, I’m glad we did it. I was excited for Ashlee who ran this as her very first official 5K (we should do this more often)!! I was happy to get to run with Kayla (we should do this more often)! The free t-shirt is the nicest race shirt I own; it’s soft and fitted and not white.

I would probably even consider doing the race again, next year. Maybe with a medical mask or something.