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3月30日 It's the little things...I love this dog!!! This is Dinah, the little darlin' who's been having the troubles lately. And just now, she came trotting up (!) and asked for some lovin'. This morning's bout with the medication was troubling...she was clumsy, running into food bowls, my bike, and generally wobbling around. I laid her on my chest and took a little nap with her for an hour to see if she could just soak some of it up -- and to keep Spastic McJack-ass Russell (Rocky) out of her face for a while. Giving such a little dog (she's 14 lbs) phenobarbitol feels so wrong to me. But if it is the only thing that will stave off her seizures, I guess I'll have to get used to it.
This is Rocky, resident jerk-store. I thought cats liked yarn, but it is clearly a doggie treat, too. See what I mean about this guy? He shows no remorse!
3月29日 Back on the MapIOWA, here I come!
The last two weeks have been a roller coaster, to say the least. After reading this, you'll understand why I've been off the radar...
1st: The 5-mile run I went on the last time I wrote was a disaster. I wasn't quite as healthy as I thought I was and I ended up with a cold that lasted another week. BOO!
 2nd: I've decided to go to Iowa...Colin is going to Boulder. That whole decision/weeping process went down last week. But it is a decision that is best for each of us, and I am very excited to start the next chapter of my life in Iowa. They've got a cycling club (road and MTB) and a tri club (the TriHawks!) that gets the pool all to themselves twice a week. There also appear to be several other cycling resources in the area. Granted, it's not the tri mecca that Boulder is, but I'm not going to school to become a pro triathlete, I'm going to finally get my PhD (I'll study media, humor, and politics). It's also the only time zone in the lower 48 I haven't lived in yet...plus, I'll get to experience the Iowa caucuses in the 2008 presidential election cycle...that should be pretty neat-O. New adventures...
3rd: My dad is back from the Philippines. He came back early because he's been getting short of breath and having heart palpitations (he had a heart attack in 2000 at age 49). He went in to have his stents cleaned on Monday, but his condition has not improved. He's waiting to see another doctor. Waiting...waiting...
4th: My littlest dog, Dinah, is epileptic and had a pretty bad run these last two days (3 seizures in 24 hours). I've been hoping to keep her off meds, but she's apparently reached that point. *sigh* This morning was especially hard on both of us (she was on the brink of seizing again all morning, and I had to watch).
So there you have it. I'm back in action now, and will probably be writing regularly again -- especially because I am in the homestretch before Ironman Arizona. You better believe I'm freakin' out a little...I had to take 10 days off right in the peak of the sessions! 3月16日 Here we go Go GO! Pre-sunrise.
I haven't been up this early in a while. Yes, I realize most triathletes get up early as a matter of course, but I teach college and three of my sections are online. This gives me time during the day to train. Also, I've let my workplace know that I'm moving (the old "take-this-job-and-shove-it" treatment), so I'm there for my office hours, class, and not much else if I can help it. (Not gloating; just sayin'...)
 I guess spring has sprung, though, because it is becoming unpleasant to run in the middle of the day. So here I am.
I've got big plans for this day. Once the sun comes up, I'll go for a run. My bikes will get baths today, then I'll be off to the pool for a 90 minute session. If I do all that, I get to go to the bike shop for some new gloves! But I have to earn them, so not until after...
What I'm really looking forward to:
  Baby bunnies! This is about the time of year (and time of day) when the bunnies start running! When I first moved here and had early classes, I noticed the jackrabbit families racing my car to the end of the street in the spring. I've seen them on my evening runs...I hope they're out this morning!
3月14日 One Lucky Dog I have no idea how this happened, nor am I questioning it.
I am well. Wait, let me try that again. I AM WELL!!!
 On Sunday, I felt Saturday's cold creeping down my throat. Monday I was actually coughing, so I took the day off and spent it sleeping. Yes, the entire day. I tried watching TV -- three tries on a 30 minute program! -- but I kept falling asleep. Clearly, the rest did its job because on Tuesday, I felt the cold recede into the top of my throat.
I even ventured out for a short, easy run. When that went well, I added a short (30 min.), easy bike. And when that went well, I added just 7 minutes of leg presses/squats.
Today, I am feeling like I'm at 95%. There's still some crud in the back of my nose/throat, but I feel better than yesterday.
I can't believe it.
I got off lucky.
I think I may even put Stealth back on the calendar! 3月11日 Run Old Mesilla 10K
This is as far as I got on my race report yesterday:
Take Two:
The cold that befell GeekGirl last week apparently made the trip down I-25 to give it to my neighbor's kids, then to her, and now to me. Yesterday when I woke up, my throat was scratchy and my body was a little...off. My original goal was to push for a sub-11:00 pace. How far could I really push in this state? I had no idea what the day would hold.
At the race, I ran into this couple, Carole and Steve, that I met at the Stermer Duo in February. This would be their second race ever. They recognized my Lucky Orange Visor -- and remembered my name! So I ran the first mile with Carole--9:53. That was way out of my comfort zone, so I let her go on while I took it down about two notches. I really should have made that decision earlier as she chatted with me easily, and I was having trouble holding my end of the conversation (dead giveaway that I was working too hard too soon).
Big Achievement?
I don't know if it was my rambunctuous start or the cold, but I had to take more than a handful of walk breaks. I _was_ able to keep up with this trio of twenty-something girls who I saw at the last two Super Bowl runs. They left me behind easily at those two races, but they were always within reach yesterday. As a matter of fact (here it is), I beat two of them. (Sour grapes, but I begrudge them their metabolisms.)
Afterburn...
I was not feeling up to working the barn sour strategy, but I did turn on the afterburners on the last 200 yards. Usually, I gradually turn them up as I go along, getting faster and faster over the last mile. But yesterday, I misjudged the distance and cranked 'em up to 11 for the first 150 and petered out at the end. I almost threw up when I crossed the line. (The clip in today's video of Gail Devers tripping over the last hurdle is a good representation of how I feel about running out of gas in a sprint.)
Running the Numbers
Mile 1 9:53
Mile 2 10:37
Mile 3 11:29
Mile 4 11:16
Mile 5 11:18
Mile 6 11:07
When all was said and done (a too-fast first mile, plenty of walk breaks, the mismanaged jet fuel), I managed to come in with a time of 1:07 -- about 11:10 miles. It was a flat course, entirely on roads, so I can't compare the times to the Super Bowl run, but I know that I have gotten a little faster in the last few weeks. I do wonder if there would have been any differences if I would have paced myself better at the beginning and was healthy, but I'll have to wait until the MVTC tri to find out. (Stermer's out so I can focus on getting well, and Bataan is a training/camaraderie/memorial event for me.)
I won third place in my age group -- mostly because all the other women my age stayed home. BUT I do feel a little proud because I worked hard through all six miles of this race. I would've given 110%, but since I didn't actually throw up I think it only comes to 100% which is still respectable, as far as I'm concerned.
Anyway, I am really glad I entered this race. The course was beautiful...through the orchards and fields of Old Mesilla. It was everything I love about living down here, and I'm so grateful I can add it to my memories of this place. 3月6日 Recovery? I FOUND THE WAGON!!!
I fell off of it last Thursday and couldn't find it all weekend. I looked all over and all I managed to find was the couch for about three hours every afternoon, a basket of sweet potato fries (pronounced "sweebadayda frahs"), two root beer floats, a cheeseburger, and about a pound of smoked gouda. Let me tell you a thing or two about smoked gouda. It is not to be trifled with. I am a recovering cheese and bacon addict. Smoked gouda is pretty much summer sausage-infused cheese. Meat-flavored cheese! I never stood a chance.
Yesterday brought me to my knees. I was in Sam's Club, cursing myself for having pretty much taken the entire week off (I only rode my bike for 90 minutes Wednesday and swam for 30 minutes Thursday before the swim team came and kicked me out), promising that I was really going to get back on track...when I came upon the deli case. Two- and three-pound blocks of smoked gouda stared up at me. They whispered things like, "Come on, Krissy...we had such a great weekend together. How can you blow me off?" and "Don't pass me by -- I'm cheese that tastes like meat!" The unmistakable sound of a heartbeat filled my ears and the whole store stared as I endured this standoff with a chunk of smoked gouda. Mothers gasped and reached for their children, and in the distance a coyote howled. I reached down, cradled the gouda in my hands and placed it in my cart. I swung the cart around to the next aisle, found a wine to go with it, and headed for check out. Children cried. The other customers shook their heads in disgust and resumed their shopping.
I got halfway to the register and TURNED MY CART AROUND. I put the wine back. Reluctantly, I put...the...ch-...eese...b-...back.
*Sigh*
Somehow, I managed to claw my way back onto the wagon this afternoon. I went for a 50-minute run on the hilly course of my neighborhood (about 350 feet of climbing). I was able to hold an 11:00 pace for the first two miles (which are the hardest, if you ask me). Whew! I definitely needed to get back out there, and I felt pretty good (not great, but not bad). It was a beautiful day -- in the mid 70s!
Then Colin passed me on his way home...and I hitched a ride.
I'm going to call last week "recovery week." I think it was in more ways than one.
SO I'm comin' back baby! Eye o' the tiger!
 Oy.3月2日 The waiting gameSchool update:
As some of you know, I am in the process of applying to doctoral programs in communication/media studies. I am pleased to announce that the first school has gotten back to me. I have been accepted to the Ph.D. program at the University of Iowa, and they are in the process of nominating me for a Dean's fellowship -- 4 years of funding! I also applied at the University of Washington and U of Colorado at Boulder...I should hear about the fellowship and from Boulder in the next week or so. I don't have a timeline from WA... But hooray! The wait appears to be reaching an end--and someone wants me!
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