Rose over at Eat Drink and be Meiri was hosting a giveaway for an entry into a Spartan Race and yours truly won it! Woo!
I had kinda been wanting to enter one of these races but just never got around to doing it or finding the time to drive to Vermont where it had been held. Not to mention they are ridiculously expensive. They are kinda like the Warrior Dash but supposed to be more badass. Some of the venues have different length races you can choose--3 mile, 8 mile and the 12 mile Death Race.
There never seem to be many choices with these kind of races in Maine. Usually there is one and it's somewhere in New England. Which, for those of you that have been to Maine, even though Vermont looks close to Maine, it really is not. Neither is Connecticut or Rhode Island for that matter. Unless you live in the very southern tip of Maine--and you almost can't even count that as part of Maine. It's more like a Masshole satellite. You'd better plan on at least a 3-4 hour drive. Ugh.
So anyway, I won this entry and didn't even know if there was going to be a date that I could even get to the venue to race. The New England venue is scheduled in August in Amesbury, MA. Super convenient as far as location because it's about 15 minutes from my Mother-in-law's house, however, the date stinks. It's the weekend directly after the Beach to Beacon 10K and 2 weekends before the little 70.3 race I have on my schedule. That's all is need to fuck myself up on some dumb mud run and not be able to race my A race. Not to mention August is hotter than hell and I have already done the Warrior Dash at that exact location.
So upon scanning the other locations of the Spartan Race, I found another New England race at Fenway!!! As in Fenway park--like where the Red Sox play! In November! Fabulous! My big races will be done, the weather will be cooler and it's at Fenway! Sign me up!
I'm not exactly sure how they are going to make a trail race/obstacle course at Fenway (which btw is in the middle of Boston) but whatever. It will still be fun. And when will I ever get another chance to be on the grass at Fenway park??
Now I'm totally excited about a race I didn't even have on my radar this year. I'm hoping that some other running buddies of mine will come down and do it with me.... hint hint Carrie and Jen and Danielle (never mind that baby you just had, Tyler can take care of him...)
Other Bonuses:
Spectators are free (unlike the Amesbury location)
Kids race
Did I mention it's in FENWAY PARK??
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Softball Lessons
My oldest daughter is playing softball for the middle school team this year. Our area is not known for it's softball... so the games often look like clips out of the movie Bad News Bears. But really what does one expect when there is almost nothing for little league?
In fact, the first game of this middle school season, was the first real game that any of the 7th grade girls had played in. Like where the kids pitch and catch the whole game. Like where you call ALL the balls and what ever strikes there may be. Like if you walk the entire team and they score 15 runs, you still have to get the 3 outs in order to finish the inning.
So, as you can imagine, my expectations for this season were not very high. In my head, I had a goal of having one win. With one game left to go, the girls have a record of 3-6! So really, that's pretty good!
This weekend was a double header and the first game was really close. It came down to the final inning and the other team tied the game. We has last ups because we were the home team so all we needed to do was score one run. Sissy got a hit and got on base. Then she stole second. And then third. The next girl hit a grounder to the second baseman and who got her out, but by then Sissy had run home and they won! 11-10 was the score. It was really exciting because it was the first evenly matched game they had and they did what they needed to do to win.
The second game we lost 23-10. After a 15 run first inning. Whatever.
So now on to the lessons in softball. During the course of these games, there came a time when the infield popfly rule was in effect. Which I did not understand. At all. I had never even heard of this rule. My husband wasvery irritated not really very patient in trying to explain it to me but basically what he said was if the ball pops up in the infield, it is an automatic out even if the infielder drops it. What? She can drop it and it's still an out?? Apparently, yes. He said it's to prevent the fielder from purposely letting it fall so they can turn a double play. Ok. Somehow, I just could not wrap my brain around an automatic out even if she drops it.
Fast forward to a play when the infielder drops the ball on a pop fly. Me and another mom are calling out for the infield popfly rule. But nooooo. There was no one on base so it doesn't apply. Cripes. Thanks for the clarification.
It happens again and there are girls on second and third. Once again, we are confused and want the automatic out. Nope, there has to be a force play. Ok another stipulation.
And one last exception to the rule, it can't be the third out. Jeeezz.. It took 3 games and 15 innings, but I think we finally get the rule. If someone had just explained it a little better to begin with....
The lesson learned in softball this weekend:
Shut up because you don't know the rules.
In fact, the first game of this middle school season, was the first real game that any of the 7th grade girls had played in. Like where the kids pitch and catch the whole game. Like where you call ALL the balls and what ever strikes there may be. Like if you walk the entire team and they score 15 runs, you still have to get the 3 outs in order to finish the inning.
So, as you can imagine, my expectations for this season were not very high. In my head, I had a goal of having one win. With one game left to go, the girls have a record of 3-6! So really, that's pretty good!
This weekend was a double header and the first game was really close. It came down to the final inning and the other team tied the game. We has last ups because we were the home team so all we needed to do was score one run. Sissy got a hit and got on base. Then she stole second. And then third. The next girl hit a grounder to the second baseman and who got her out, but by then Sissy had run home and they won! 11-10 was the score. It was really exciting because it was the first evenly matched game they had and they did what they needed to do to win.
Sissy at second base
Getting a hit
The second game we lost 23-10. After a 15 run first inning. Whatever.
So now on to the lessons in softball. During the course of these games, there came a time when the infield popfly rule was in effect. Which I did not understand. At all. I had never even heard of this rule. My husband was
Fast forward to a play when the infielder drops the ball on a pop fly. Me and another mom are calling out for the infield popfly rule. But nooooo. There was no one on base so it doesn't apply. Cripes. Thanks for the clarification.
It happens again and there are girls on second and third. Once again, we are confused and want the automatic out. Nope, there has to be a force play. Ok another stipulation.
And one last exception to the rule, it can't be the third out. Jeeezz.. It took 3 games and 15 innings, but I think we finally get the rule. If someone had just explained it a little better to begin with....
The lesson learned in softball this weekend:
Shut up because you don't know the rules.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Summer Schedule
This is what is on the agenda for the summer:
1. July 21 in Rockland Maine. My friend, Bobbi and I are going to do the 50 mile event.
1. July 21 in Rockland Maine. My friend, Bobbi and I are going to do the 50 mile event.
2. Lobster Roll 5K in Boothbay Harbor on July 26. It's the 4th year for this race and I haven't missed one yet, so I'm not going to start now. Fun, local race that raises money for the track they want to build. Come join, please.
3. Beach to Beacon 10K in Cape Elizabeth, Maine August 3. Again with Bobbi. I sense a trend here.... No logo because they must have it copyrighted or something, I wasn't able to click and copy..
4. Rev3 70.3 Half Rev Old Orchard Beach, Maine August 25. With the idea that if training properly for this race does not happen, I will drop down to the Olympic length. No Bobbi this time. Although I was thinking of trying to convince her and her husband to find a swimmer and do the relay. <mmmhmmm wah haha> I mean really, she'll be ready to do either the bike or run by then, right?
5. Maine Half Marathon in Portland, Maine October 6. Again with my friend, Bobbi. It will be her first half marathon. My goal is to break 2 hours, so that is her goal as well. She just doesn't know it yet. She might think her goal is just to finish, but she is wrong.
That's it folks. Pretty sure that is enough. I'm on the fence whether to do the Bath Sprint Tri June 2 again this year. It's the race I 'won' last year. (I use the term 'won' loosely because even though I did win, the event had been rescheduled due to poor weather and many of the athletes were at another race on the rescheduled day. But it is still a win.)
What is on your race agenda this summer?
Are you tackling a new distance or event this year?
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
How Men Lose Things
So my husband "lost" his wallet yesterday. Usually a "lost" item in my house equates to "I used it and didn't put it away and now I can't find it" so I wasn't really too concerned. He, however, was all concerned and wanted me to check online all day to make sure that no one was using his card.
He was all positive someone was out there spending all our money and having a grand ole time driving around with his license.
So I checked.
Once.
Cause I knew it wasn't lost.
This is a major difference between he and I. He is convinced that his wallet is lost and/or stolen and we MUST begin panic mode. Someone is spending his money and we need to stop them. He even suggested that we call the police. Mmmmhmmm. Yah.
I, on the other hand, know for sure that I have just placed it somewhere and don't remember. No panic. Unless I need money. No calling of police. No freaking out about needing to get a new license. I know that it will turn up later that day when I look in my gym bag or under the car seat or wherever.
The end of the day arrived and he still hadn't found it yet. I was quite positive it was in his car or pants or shorts or coat or overnight bag. So I looked in the car, the pants, the shorts, the coat and the overnight bag and even I couldn't find it.
Hmmm. Might it actually be lost?
Just then I hear, I found it!
Where was this "lost" wallet, you ask? This wallet that managed to stay hidden under my husband's watchful eyes? My husband who looked "everywhere" for it and was convinced it was stolen? It was under a piece of paper on the counter in the same place that he puts it every, single day.
He was all positive someone was out there spending all our money and having a grand ole time driving around with his license.
So I checked.
Once.
Cause I knew it wasn't lost.
This is what he thinks happens every time he can't find something.
This is a major difference between he and I. He is convinced that his wallet is lost and/or stolen and we MUST begin panic mode. Someone is spending his money and we need to stop them. He even suggested that we call the police. Mmmmhmmm. Yah.
I, on the other hand, know for sure that I have just placed it somewhere and don't remember. No panic. Unless I need money. No calling of police. No freaking out about needing to get a new license. I know that it will turn up later that day when I look in my gym bag or under the car seat or wherever.
The end of the day arrived and he still hadn't found it yet. I was quite positive it was in his car or pants or shorts or coat or overnight bag. So I looked in the car, the pants, the shorts, the coat and the overnight bag and even I couldn't find it.
Hmmm. Might it actually be lost?
Just then I hear, I found it!
Where was this "lost" wallet, you ask? This wallet that managed to stay hidden under my husband's watchful eyes? My husband who looked "everywhere" for it and was convinced it was stolen? It was under a piece of paper on the counter in the same place that he puts it every, single day.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Last Minute Race and a New PR!
This past weekend was the Rocky Coast 5K/10K road race in Boothbay Harbor. I have done this race quite a few times and it was my first 5K ever around three years ago! I wasn't sure if we would be able to run it this year because Sissy has basketball on the weekends with her AAU team and last year we had to leave early to get to it. Thankfully, they still allow on site registration so Friday night we decided that we were going to run it once we knew basketball was going to be late afternoon. Sissy wanted to do the 5K, Manimal was going to do the 1 mile kids run and I would do the 10K.
Manimal had his race first at 9:30 a.m. so we watched him race. They changed the kids run from under 12 to 10 and under so he really wanted to try to win it. I didn't think he would because there were quite a few fast 10 year olds running but I knew he would win his age group.
It's a little less than a mile race, I think around .9. They close the street and the kids run down to the grocery store and back. We see the first of the kids coming and it's the older boys, but then I hear, Michelle, is that Manimal??
And it was! He was in fourth place overall, only getting beat by 4th graders. Manimal is in second grade.
He finished in 5:26. First in his age group, and 4th overall. <so proud!>
The 5K and 10K had the same start so Sissy and I started together. The race didn't start until 10:30, which is a little late for a race. I was a bit worried about it being hot but it worked out fine thanks to the coastal breeze.
I had no expectations for this race. Zero. I didn't really have breakfast other than some raisin toast and a few sips of Mt. Dew. The weather was perfect, 50's and sunny, so that was in my favor. I hadn't done any exercise in two days due to crazy family life so maybe rested legs were in my favor.
I forgot my headphones so it was to be a naked run, which is often better for me. I get a pace and don't rely on the music to keep it for me.
I started out with Sissy but took off a bit from her when we hit the first hill. I was running next to a girl who has beat me before and then I beat her. I knew we were around the same pace so I asked her if she wanted to run with me. I told her my training pace had been around 9:00 so that was what I was shooting for.
I didn't have my Garmin, but I did start my timer on my regular watch. Mile 1: 7:40. Eek. That was a little faster than I had anticipated. I felt good though and Karen was matching me step for step so we kept at it. Mile 2: 15:46. Oh my. Still keeping that pace.
I didn't know if I could keep it for the whole 6 but figured I would try. I didn't see the marker for 3 and 4 and couldn't do the damn math in my head anyway so I don't know what those splits were. I did know no one was passing us and we were kinda in the front for females.
At the turn around we saw at least 5 females ahead of us. One was absolutely flying! She was seriously so freakin fast! She ended up being 2nd overall with 37:56 time! Impressive for sure.
Karen and I kept together for the entire race. Neither one of us slowed down it seemed and I didn't want to finish without her at this point. On the last mile I decided in my head that I wasn't going to try to beat her. I really didn't care. We had run the whole race together and I didn't want to try to dump her at the end. I don't know what she was thinking but she didn't try to dump me either.
We crossed the finish at the same time. They tore her bib first so she got in before me. Whatever.
I knew that it was my best race and I knew I got a PR. My watch said 52:20 by the time I stopped it. Official time was 52:13! Woo! 8:25 pace. I guess we must have slowed down some the last few miles.
Sissy had a great race too! She finished her 5K in 27:24. Pretty darn good for no training!
Her time was good for first in her age group! I ended up with 2nd in my age group, but only to Karen and we crossed at the same time.
That made for a pretty great start to the weekend.
Manimal had his race first at 9:30 a.m. so we watched him race. They changed the kids run from under 12 to 10 and under so he really wanted to try to win it. I didn't think he would because there were quite a few fast 10 year olds running but I knew he would win his age group.
It's a little less than a mile race, I think around .9. They close the street and the kids run down to the grocery store and back. We see the first of the kids coming and it's the older boys, but then I hear, Michelle, is that Manimal??
And it was! He was in fourth place overall, only getting beat by 4th graders. Manimal is in second grade.
He finished in 5:26. First in his age group, and 4th overall. <so proud!>
The 5K and 10K had the same start so Sissy and I started together. The race didn't start until 10:30, which is a little late for a race. I was a bit worried about it being hot but it worked out fine thanks to the coastal breeze.
I had no expectations for this race. Zero. I didn't really have breakfast other than some raisin toast and a few sips of Mt. Dew. The weather was perfect, 50's and sunny, so that was in my favor. I hadn't done any exercise in two days due to crazy family life so maybe rested legs were in my favor.
I forgot my headphones so it was to be a naked run, which is often better for me. I get a pace and don't rely on the music to keep it for me.
I started out with Sissy but took off a bit from her when we hit the first hill. I was running next to a girl who has beat me before and then I beat her. I knew we were around the same pace so I asked her if she wanted to run with me. I told her my training pace had been around 9:00 so that was what I was shooting for.
I didn't have my Garmin, but I did start my timer on my regular watch. Mile 1: 7:40. Eek. That was a little faster than I had anticipated. I felt good though and Karen was matching me step for step so we kept at it. Mile 2: 15:46. Oh my. Still keeping that pace.
I didn't know if I could keep it for the whole 6 but figured I would try. I didn't see the marker for 3 and 4 and couldn't do the damn math in my head anyway so I don't know what those splits were. I did know no one was passing us and we were kinda in the front for females.
At the turn around we saw at least 5 females ahead of us. One was absolutely flying! She was seriously so freakin fast! She ended up being 2nd overall with 37:56 time! Impressive for sure.
Karen and I kept together for the entire race. Neither one of us slowed down it seemed and I didn't want to finish without her at this point. On the last mile I decided in my head that I wasn't going to try to beat her. I really didn't care. We had run the whole race together and I didn't want to try to dump her at the end. I don't know what she was thinking but she didn't try to dump me either.
We crossed the finish at the same time. They tore her bib first so she got in before me. Whatever.
I knew that it was my best race and I knew I got a PR. My watch said 52:20 by the time I stopped it. Official time was 52:13! Woo! 8:25 pace. I guess we must have slowed down some the last few miles.
Karen and I coming to the finish.
Closer so you can see the awesomeness of my peacock shirt from InkNBurn!
Sissy had a great race too! She finished her 5K in 27:24. Pretty darn good for no training!
All photos courtesy of Peter Cole
Her time was good for first in her age group! I ended up with 2nd in my age group, but only to Karen and we crossed at the same time.
That made for a pretty great start to the weekend.
Have you ever raced last minute and got a PR?
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
We Have Reached a Whole New Level of Rude
So I think I mentioned this on twitter the other day but it's worth bringing up again. The level of rudeness the world has arrived at is mind boggling. Each day we do things that were completely unheard of years ago and even if we could have dreamt them up, there is no way anyone would have done that shit because it is so unbelievably rude.
Example 1:
I am doing an eye exam, as in EXAMINING THIS GUY'S EYES, and when I finish with the glasses part and put the dilating drops in, I usually take 5 minutes to explain what I came up with, what I recommend about glasses and any concerns I might have. I am in the process of telling this 60 something year old man what I found and while I am speaking (yes, I was speaking and looking directly at him while I speak) he picks up his phone, which must have been vibrating, and answers it.
While I am in mid sentence.
Not an excuse me, pardon me, hold on a sec, nothing! He just starts speaking to whoever is clearly way more important than I am.
I sit there for 30 seconds or so flabbergasted and then just get up and leave. I mean, really? Really?? Whatever was on the phone couldn't have waited the 2 minutes I was going to tell you about your eyes? Jeez. At least the teenagers pretend to listen to me while they are texting.
Example 2:
Today I step in to greet my first patient and he has headphones on. Ok. Fine. He does take a moment to shut off or turn down his ipod, but continues to keep the headphones in. Which is a little awkward because I'm not super sure if he's listening to me or the tunes. Again, another 70 something year old man. He wears the headphones for the ENTIRE eye exam. Rude, yes? Or am I being a little sensitive? It just felt like he wasn't really listening to me. I say, yes to rude.
Example 3:
Maybe not completely rude, but certainly annoying--Princess has dance on Tuesdays and we go up every week for lessons since September. For some reason, they only starting learning their recital pieces after February vacation. Ballet was done two weeks ago and they still have one more week to practice it. Tap and jazz, for reasons I don't understand, they haven't even been taught the whole routine yet! The recital is 5/11! That is 10 days for those of you who are numerically challenged. Which means we have one more lesson on Tuesday and then the dress rehearsal (which should be an Olympic event in trying of one's patience--but that's a whole other post in itself) to get this shit done. Highly unlikely, so we now have to come to another lesson on Friday.
Like I don't have any thing else planned for Friday. Don't complain though or your kiddo might end up in the back behind the tall girls.... did I just say that in my out loud voice?
Let me remind you that because I am an idiot over-achiever mother, I drive my Princess to a dance studio that is 45 minutes away. So that is really convenient.
Sigh.
I'd better get a Rockette out of all this hassle.
Example 1:
I am doing an eye exam, as in EXAMINING THIS GUY'S EYES, and when I finish with the glasses part and put the dilating drops in, I usually take 5 minutes to explain what I came up with, what I recommend about glasses and any concerns I might have. I am in the process of telling this 60 something year old man what I found and while I am speaking (yes, I was speaking and looking directly at him while I speak) he picks up his phone, which must have been vibrating, and answers it.
While I am in mid sentence.
Not an excuse me, pardon me, hold on a sec, nothing! He just starts speaking to whoever is clearly way more important than I am.
I sit there for 30 seconds or so flabbergasted and then just get up and leave. I mean, really? Really?? Whatever was on the phone couldn't have waited the 2 minutes I was going to tell you about your eyes? Jeez. At least the teenagers pretend to listen to me while they are texting.
Example 2:
Today I step in to greet my first patient and he has headphones on. Ok. Fine. He does take a moment to shut off or turn down his ipod, but continues to keep the headphones in. Which is a little awkward because I'm not super sure if he's listening to me or the tunes. Again, another 70 something year old man. He wears the headphones for the ENTIRE eye exam. Rude, yes? Or am I being a little sensitive? It just felt like he wasn't really listening to me. I say, yes to rude.
Example 3:
Maybe not completely rude, but certainly annoying--Princess has dance on Tuesdays and we go up every week for lessons since September. For some reason, they only starting learning their recital pieces after February vacation. Ballet was done two weeks ago and they still have one more week to practice it. Tap and jazz, for reasons I don't understand, they haven't even been taught the whole routine yet! The recital is 5/11! That is 10 days for those of you who are numerically challenged. Which means we have one more lesson on Tuesday and then the dress rehearsal (which should be an Olympic event in trying of one's patience--but that's a whole other post in itself) to get this shit done. Highly unlikely, so we now have to come to another lesson on Friday.
Like I don't have any thing else planned for Friday. Don't complain though or your kiddo might end up in the back behind the tall girls.... did I just say that in my out loud voice?
shut up abby
Let me remind you that because I am an idiot over-achiever mother, I drive my Princess to a dance studio that is 45 minutes away. So that is really convenient.
Sigh.
I'd better get a Rockette out of all this hassle.
Have you noticed more rudeness in your life? Or are they just rude to me?
Dance moms = train wreck show I cannot tear my eyes from. What is with those parents anyway?
Monday, April 29, 2013
Running with Fish and Shits
This past weekend in Boothbay Harbor was Fisherman's Festival. It's a weekend of crazy fun put on by the locals for the locals. My daughter had signed up for the cod fish relay race. Basically, 4 kids from each grade 5-8 and 9-12 make a team and have to put on fisherman's gear--oil skins pants and jackets, boots and then run while carrying a fish down the road and back and then the next person has to go. Fun times for sure! Sissy and her friends were representing the 7th graders and were the only all girl team. Girl Power!
Sissy was the first leg of the race and once she got back the other girls did a great job and her team only lost to a group of 8th grade boys by 3 seconds!! They probably would have won if she hadn't dropped the dang fish! Ahh, next year.
She didn't smell too fishy at the end. I guess we'll keep her.
Husband did the lobster eating contest.
He totally expected to win but was beat out badly--as in like 40 seconds or so--to another guy. It was how fast you could eat two lobsters. Turns out the girl next to him tossed one of her tails in his pile so he ate 3 tails. Oops. Guess there are worse things than eating too much lobster...
Sunday was another beautiful day and called for a long (for me) run. I haven't done anything over 4 miles in a long time so I thought I do my 6 mile loop on the roads around my house. I headed out around 8:15 and immediately went back in the house to remove layers. It was too hot! Craziness! Finally, it's warm (for Maine) here in Maine. 50* at 8 am is pretty dang warm.
This was my breakdown for mile 4 of my 6 mile run. Not particularly fast, right? Well, after around 3 miles I started to rumbling down below. You know what I mean, right? I hadn't eaten anything so I also had not down my morning business. I was hoping to make it the hour before needing to go, but alas, that didn't happen. Thankfully, there is a kinda public facility on the route that I was running that I knew I could drop in and use the facilities. It's closed on the weekend and also during this time of year, but I knew where the key is kept and knew I could get in.
Thankfully, the door was a little open when I arrived and I ran in and found the toilet. I thought to check to make sure there was toilet paper before sitting down and there was, so I was good to go.
Business complete, I went to flush and nothing. Nothing happened. The toilet wasn't working. Ugh. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to be the asshole that left a deuce in the toilet for people to find when they came to use the building but I couldn't make the dang thing flush! Not to mention the stink.
With nothing else to do, I left to finish my run and get home. Hubs is a plumber and he would either be able to fix it or tell me what to do. I could also call the director and tell him so he would know. Ummm, nope, husband was going to fix it. There was no way I was calling anyone about this.
I got home and replayed my dramatic story to the husband. His first question--no water, right? Umm, yah. Didn't really check that. There was water in the bowl so I thought that was good enough. He thought they had probably shut the water off for the winter and that was the problem. He said to go back with a bucket filled with water and dump it in. Once there is enough water in the bowl it will flush itself.
After a shower and will a 10 gal bucket in tow--toilet was flushed. Thank god I'm not the ass that leaves a shit in the bowl. Phew.
At the start--the gear and the fish!
Getting Sissy dressed to run!
She dropped the fish! What the?
Coming in for the trade off--all smiles! trying to keep her pants on
Sissy was the first leg of the race and once she got back the other girls did a great job and her team only lost to a group of 8th grade boys by 3 seconds!! They probably would have won if she hadn't dropped the dang fish! Ahh, next year.
She didn't smell too fishy at the end. I guess we'll keep her.
Husband did the lobster eating contest.
in the yellow
He totally expected to win but was beat out badly--as in like 40 seconds or so--to another guy. It was how fast you could eat two lobsters. Turns out the girl next to him tossed one of her tails in his pile so he ate 3 tails. Oops. Guess there are worse things than eating too much lobster...
Sunday was another beautiful day and called for a long (for me) run. I haven't done anything over 4 miles in a long time so I thought I do my 6 mile loop on the roads around my house. I headed out around 8:15 and immediately went back in the house to remove layers. It was too hot! Craziness! Finally, it's warm (for Maine) here in Maine. 50* at 8 am is pretty dang warm.
| 4.00 mi | 14:44 min/mi | 4.07 mph | 43:00 | 82 ft | 59 ft |
This was my breakdown for mile 4 of my 6 mile run. Not particularly fast, right? Well, after around 3 miles I started to rumbling down below. You know what I mean, right? I hadn't eaten anything so I also had not down my morning business. I was hoping to make it the hour before needing to go, but alas, that didn't happen. Thankfully, there is a kinda public facility on the route that I was running that I knew I could drop in and use the facilities. It's closed on the weekend and also during this time of year, but I knew where the key is kept and knew I could get in.
Thankfully, the door was a little open when I arrived and I ran in and found the toilet. I thought to check to make sure there was toilet paper before sitting down and there was, so I was good to go.
Business complete, I went to flush and nothing. Nothing happened. The toilet wasn't working. Ugh. I had no idea what to do. I didn't want to be the asshole that left a deuce in the toilet for people to find when they came to use the building but I couldn't make the dang thing flush! Not to mention the stink.
With nothing else to do, I left to finish my run and get home. Hubs is a plumber and he would either be able to fix it or tell me what to do. I could also call the director and tell him so he would know. Ummm, nope, husband was going to fix it. There was no way I was calling anyone about this.
I got home and replayed my dramatic story to the husband. His first question--no water, right? Umm, yah. Didn't really check that. There was water in the bowl so I thought that was good enough. He thought they had probably shut the water off for the winter and that was the problem. He said to go back with a bucket filled with water and dump it in. Once there is enough water in the bowl it will flush itself.
After a shower and will a 10 gal bucket in tow--toilet was flushed. Thank god I'm not the ass that leaves a shit in the bowl. Phew.
Have you ever had to make a deposit in an unexpected place while on a run?
Ever run with a fish?
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