Monthly Archives: June 2010

Sore all over

I am sore! All over sore. I ran for 31 minutes yesterday (now that I am not training,  I run in minutes, not miles), and my quads were on fire. I didn’t really stretch after the race (bad Julie), and they were pretty sore during and after the race. I did NOT feel like a top 1% runner yesterday. 😦

I also did yoga Monday for the first time in a week and a half, and I could definitely feel the race. My legs were sore, and I was exhausted, BUT I am glad I went to class. I had the best night sleep I had in ages. It took me minutes to fall asleep, and I slept HARD. When my alarm woke me up in the morning, I was confused, thinking it was the weekend. I only wish I would have put myself to bed earlier. I need to work on that. I used to be really good at going to bed early, now, not so much.

I mowed my lawn Sunday, and it was LONG. I mowed most of it with my Julie-powered mower. As I was struggling in the backyard (it had been over a month since I paid it any attention), I met my new neighbor (he just moved in) who was out mowing his lawn with a big, fancy, electric mower. When he finished with his lawn, he asked me if I wanted to borrow the electric mower. I was scared at first, thinking about this big electric machine, but the blisters on my hands said, “Give it a try, Julie.” So, I did, and you know what? It was not scary, and it was also fun, AND SO much easier. Wow. He said I could borrow it any time, and I will be.

So, lawn mowing plus yoga plus running equals all over body soreness. Ouch.

Half marathon is done, and I am already thinking about my next project…my next goal to achieve. Stay tuned.

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 30, 2010 in Running, Yoga


Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

I am reading, “Eat, Pray, Love.” It is fabulous. Elizabeth Gilbert is an excellent and engaging writer. I had heard wonderful things of this book, and with the movie coming out soon, I figured now would be a good time to read it.

I was intrigued by the book immediately when in the prologue she talks about her travels to India and about the beaded necklaces worn, called japa malas. The necklace is used during meditation, and one bead is touched for each time the mantra is said. There are 108 beads on the necklace, and, “the number 108 is held to be most auspicious, a perfect three-digit multiple of three, its component adding up to nine, which is three threes.” Gilbert separates the book into 108 tales, and divides it into three sections about Italy, India and Indonesia. She notes that there are 36 tales in each section, and that she is writing the book during her 36th year.

She sucked me in. Obviously the number three is very special to me (and any number divisible by three), and I am also in my 36th year. This encouraged me to get my tattoo.

So far the book has been awesome. I just read this passage, and it hit home with me. Like Gilbert, I have an over-active mind, which is not a lot of fun at night when I turn out my light and want to go to sleep. I thought her description of the over-active mind was spot-on and worth sharing:

“Like most humanoids, I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the “monkey mind” -the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping themselves only to scratch, spit and howl. From the distant past to the unknowable future, my mood swings wildly through time, touching on dozens of ideas a minute, unharnessed and undisciplined. This in itself is not necessarily a problem; the problem is the emotional attachment that goes along with the thinking. Happy thoughts make me happy, but-whoop!-how quickly I swing again into obsessive worry, blowing the mood; and then it’s the remembrance of an angry moment and I start to get hot and pissed off all over again; and then my mind decides it might be a good time to start feeling sorry for itself, and loneliness follows promptly. You are, after all, what you think. Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.”


Posted by on June 28, 2010 in Books



Wow. I trained my butt off, and it definitely paid off. I had an AWESOME race! My time? 1:39.49! I CRUSHED my goal!! I felt amazing. It was an incredible run.

We got to the start a little after 6AM. After waiting in a LONG bathroom line, I found my way to my corral to start the race. I had to pee again before we even started, but I didn’t have time to go. I found a 1:45.00 pace runner. Originally my goal was 1:49.59, since my personal best is 1:50.00, but after my training, I realized I may be closer to 1:45.00, so I decided running with someone who knew how to keep pace was a good idea. I didn’t want to start too strong, and lose steam toward the end.

It was a struggle to stay with the pace runner, however. He was WAY too slow! After mile 2, I decided to break away, thinking only momentarily it may not be a good idea, but I only felt stronger, and stronger, and soon the pace runner was long gone. Around mile 5, I started to feel a slight burn in my quads. I could feel my previous week of training (and no stretching), and I was concerned how my legs would feel 5, 6, 8 miles later. After noticing my time was getting faster, I thought: Should I slow down? I decided, I have to run 13.1 miles no matter what, and my quads were going to burn no matter what, so it would be better to continue running fast to finish faster so I wouldn’t have to prolong the pain. It was a good decision.

Around mile 8, I noticed this woman running by me, who looked like a runner: she was petite, lean, and muscular, and she seemed to be running effortlessly. I maintained pace with her for a while, and then she pulled away from me a bit. I then caught up to her, and passed her, and then minutes later, she passed me. We kept this up for a few miles until mile 10, I passed her and never looked back. 🙂

After mile 9, something incredible happened. I got a surge of energy. My legs felt like they were jet propelled. My pace increased, and I started passing everyone, and I mean everyone. After mile 10, not one person passed me, and I was ripping by everyone in my path. It felt amazing. When I saw where my time was, I decided I was going to break 1:40.00, which seemed impossible going into the race today, BUT…I did it! I crossed the finish line at 1:39.49. I still can’t believe it. Right after I crossed the finish line, a guy came up to me and said, “Nice push to the finish. You pushed me to finish strong, too! Nice job.” That was so great to hear. 🙂

So, my splits are:

Mile 1: 8:06.51

Mile 2: 8:28.06

Mile 3: 7:20.37 (this is when I decided to leave the 1:45.00 pace runner in the dust)

Mile 4: 7:56.71

Mile 5: 8:22.74 (this is when my quads began to burn)

Mile 6: 7:28.59

Mile 7: 7:25.71

Mile 8: 7:45:38

Mile 9: 7:39:99

Mile 10: 7:18:88 (this is when the angels deposited the jet engines on my legs)

Mile 11: 6:59:88

Mile 12: 6:32.46 (this is when the jet engines turned on the turbo boost. I am blown away by this split time)

Mile 13 + .1 (didn’t get my last mile split, but it was under 7 minutes): 7:26.92

My pace was: 7:37

My stats are:

507/17593 overall (top 3%)

145/12560 women (top 1%)

23/2210 my age group (top 1%)

I still cannot believe how fast I ran, especially the last few miles. My last three miles were all under 7 minutes! I am proud of myself, and amazed, and excited. I am very excited to run my next race. Now I just need to decide which one it will be.

I met my fundraising goal, and beat my goal time. This race was a huge success!

The course was fun, too. The weather was perfect for running, and there was a lot going on: bands, spectators, cheerleaders. The finish was right outside Qwest field, and there was live music and a beer garden inside .

My day was spent partaking in post-race goodness. I got home late and exhausted. It was a perfect day.

So, it’s over. All my hard work, dedication, and focus is done. Now what? I rest for a little bit, relish in my accomplishment, and then start it all over again. 🙂


Posted by on June 27, 2010 in Running, Uncategorized


$1250 raised for American Cancer Society!

I hit my goal! I raised $1250 for the American Cancer Society! My goal was midnight, and just hours ago, a friend of mine called to say she was donating. I am so, so happy. 🙂 Thank you so much to everyone who was kind enough to help me out; I truly appreciate it.

After picking up my number at the Expo today, I went out to dinner with some friends who are also running tomorrow. We all had a HUGE carb dinner. I am still full.

I am so excited for tomorrow. So, goodnight, and wish me luck.

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 25, 2010 in Running


Get me home!

It’s 3:15 AM…in the morning (ick, I think I heard that redundancy a couple too many times). I am in Spokane on a train. I was supposed to catch the train in Idaho at 11:49 PM (at night), but there was a rock slide in northern Montana that messed everything up. So, we were picked up by bus, not train, and bussed to Spokane. At this point I was delirious. I was hearing radios coming from the sketchy crazy deserted historical train station that was closed, but then it sounded like barking dogs. Oh boy, auditory hallucinations. Fun. I was okay with it being closed. It was creepy. There were large cracks in the floors, but the creepiest part was the numbers all over the walls 21, 33, 55, 19, 20, 31, etc. But they weren’t just numbers there was some symbol on the paper with the number. I think there had been a recent massacre, and the numbers were for where the bodies were buried. It was a supernatural force that demolished these people. It came up from the ground, hence the cracks. It was straight out of a movie.

So, we had to wait until 12;30 for our bus to pick us up to take us to catch the train in Spokane. I was grumpy, irritable, hungry, sad, uncomfortable, and a little scared. The train experience, which I was actually excited for, was turning out to be painful…very, very painful. The people on the bus decided to talk about travels to Japan and how they can make sushi at home, and they talked VERY loud. We also had your token smoker with the smoker cough, which was emitted every minute. On a good note, I brought my pillow, so I had a nice soft place to lie my bobbing head. I was out, and didn’t wake up until we got to Spokane an hour and 20 minutes later. The train station in Spokane is where it got good, or should I say worse. I wish I would have had someone to openly commentary with. We’re talking no holds barred commentary. Sleep deprived at 2AM at a train station. There is no normalcy. Oh how I yearned for another like me…nope. 😦 Yikes. I stuck out like a sore thumb…yet again. Seems to be a pattern on my last few vacations. it’s okay. In this situation, I am more than happy to be the odd woman out.

Once we actually got on the train things were a little better. I found a cozy corner where I didn’t have to see, hear or smell anyone. I have taken an ambien and will be drifting very soon. When I get home, everything that is with me will be going straight into the wash, including the bags I was carrying my things in. Germs be-gone.

So, tomorrow night…the most important night, I will be in my comfy cozy bed and sleeping well before I get up at 5AM Saturday for my race. Guess what I will be doing the rest of the weekend? Sleeping. Oh, sleep I miss you so, so much.

Idaho was great! We had rain the first day, but we still went on a trail ride. My horse’s name was Moe. He was a stubborn creature, but hey, I have had stubborn creatures in my life…several at a time at times, so I was used to it.

Actually, the day we arrived, after a 6 hour car ride, I went out for an 8 mile run. One of the hardest runs I have ever run! It was hilly. Not just a little hilly, but constant hilly. The last mile and a half is a significant incline that doesn’t seem to ever stop. It was a killer. I only did it in 70 minutes, which is much less than an 8 minutes mile. I felt like I had run a full marathon! My 12 mile run last week was cupcake compared to this run. Well, her comes some ego rubbing: We were at nearly 3000 ft. elevation (ooh, that explains the sluggishness) and I actually ran 8.8 miles, which is much closer to an 8 minute mile.

Tuesday I ran 40 minutes. I didn’t get to track the mileage. I assume it was around 5 miles.

Wednesday I ran 5.4 (supposed to run 5, oops) in less than an 8 minute mile

Today I ran 3.4 (supposed to run 3, oops) in 7.2 minute mile.

Uh, I say I am ready. I am running faster than I was, although feeling sluggish, and running at a significant elevation increase. The race should be a breeze! Now, I only need to get some sleep. Maybe my neighbor will rub my feet. 🙂

I only have $100 left to my goal, too! It is doable. COME ON!! A few of you can hold off on coffee for a couple days, or beers, or cookies, or whatever you spend your money, and donate it to a good cause. It would really make me happy.

If you get the chance, you should really come check out the race festivities. It is going to be awesome! Great weather, tons of bands, finish in Qwest Field, drinking immediately after the finish.I hear some of the runners will be wearing pasties…;) I would love to have your support.

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 25, 2010 in Running, Travel


Monkey love for my monkey boy (dog)

Today was a good day. It was REALLy busy, but much better than how I was thinking of spending it. The previous plan sounded pretty good at the time, but, no, thank you. So, I spent the day with the most non-judgemental, honest, loyal, trustworthy, loveable, funny, cute man I know, Pablo. He had a play date with his pug friend Jefferson, and he ran some errands with me. He was SO tired, that he was literally sitting on my lap while I massaged his shoulders and scratched his arms…he was purring. I also did this to calm him from all the tunnels we were going in (he doesn’t like them at all). Mid massage by mom, however, he didn’t even know we were in a tunnel. It was very cute. 🙂 A huge dog almost the same size of me sitting on my lap while I drive. Precious. It warmed up my heart.

Pablo also had a visitor from Auntie Annie. She bought him two really cool new toys…one’s a monkey, for the monkey boy, and it may be his best monkey yet! It has a water bottle inside. I used to give him just plain water bottles to play with and he loved them, but this is a huge stuffed animal (apparently indestructible) monkey with a water bottle as his body. Pablo LOVES it! He also got a wubba, but it’s a stuffed animal over the wubba. He was very, very happy. 🙂

My time with him is cut short this weekend since I have to drop him off early tomorrow morning. 😦 I feel like we didn’t do nearly enough fun things together. Next time buddy…it will be 4th of July weekend. There will be LOTS to do. Your new friends will be waiting.

So, tomorrow, we are driving to Idaho to a ranch where I will ride horses for the week. The weather is supposed to be in the 70’s and 80’s. I haven’t ridden horses since my late teens, so I rallied up my riding boots and chaps. Yee-haw! It should be a lot of fun. I take a train back Thursday night, so I can get to the expo Friday to pick up my number before the race Saturday. WOW! It’s almost here. I am excited for it to be over, so I can have some down time, but I have a feeling that won’t last very long before I pick a new goal to train for. I have decided to wait a little longer to do a marathon. I want to enjoy my summer, and enjoy it I will!!! I am bikini body ready and full of energy. Invitations now being accepted to fun summer outings. My plan? Be outside as much as possible wearing flip flops and a bikini, or wearing hiking/climbing attire all with a huge smile on my face. I am itching to learn and experience  new things!

I’ve got a new tattoo, and a new outlook on life. Bring it on!!! 🙂

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 19, 2010 in Happiness, Pablo, Travel


10 months, and the number three

10  months today. 10 months as a sober person. Wow. Two more months and it will be a whole year.

As a celebration gift, I did something I have been wanting to do for years: I got a tattoo. I FINALLY figured out what I want, and I did it. The number three has always played a huge part in my life, but I didn’t want a tattoo of the number three. I did some research and was drawn to the chinese character for the number three. It is simple and pretty. I got it on the inside of my right wrist so I can always look at it. It is small and perfect and I love it. 🙂

I also went to yoga at 6AM…after only 4 hours of sleep. I am delirious.

I got a tattoo!!! 🙂

Leave a comment

Posted by on June 18, 2010 in Happiness, Yoga