I just finished a 1/4 Marathon (6.55 miles) in 1.07.51 which clocks me at a 10:21 pace. I'm pretty excited about it! It makes me feel like I'm a runner finally. This is the furthest distance I've ever managed. I'm starting to run further and further which is also exciting. I more or less kept pace with my dad and we beat our goal time of 70 minutes by more than 2 minutes!
This is also a new distance for me so a new PR
5K: 28:27, Pace 9:10 (3/18/12)
10K: 1:06:19, Pace 10:41(10/12/08)
1/4 Marathon: 1:07:51, Pace 10:21 (3/31/12)
1/2 Marathon: TBD
Marathon: TBD
Finally to wrap up here's the March Running Summary
Runs: 13
Total Distance: 42.36 mi.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
RIP Corolla, Blueberry is Born
I got a new car today. A little bittersweet. The only car I've ever had went to the great junkyard in the sky for a whopping 600 dollars trade in value. It put in a rather solid 10 1/2 years. By the end there were a few issues. Mechanically the starter was going and the breaks weren't working well. Everymorning there was a prayer to the spark plug that it would start. And of course the lights in the dash, which had been out for almost 7 years were still gone.
More of the damage was cosmetic. I was down to one hub cap (the front drivers side). The ceiling fabric was falling down and the steering wheel and carpet where my foot and hand rested had worn down. There were various dents and dings to be seen. But that car got me going and never let me down. I never had a flat, never couldn't get it started. The muffler fell off once but it was a faulty weld and the guys at Midas fixed it for free.
~132K miles on it at trade in, 99K of which were put on in 10.5 years I drove it. Not bad. That car got me half way across the country and home safely time and time again. It took me to Disney world and to internships. It got me through high school, college and the first 4 years in the workforce. I'm not ashamed to admit I was tearing up when I walked away from it for the last time.
I took that last hub cap with me. I've lost hubcaps all over the place not the least of which was one that went flying off when I was pulled over for speeding in North Carolina and the officer made me get out of the car and get it on the threat that he'd fine me for littering on top of speeding if I didn't retrieve the errant piece of plastic. I've been avoiding getting a new car for a while now and said I would only do it when I lost the last hub cap (I've had 1 for about 7 months). I'll find a new home for it along with the first liscence plate I got that's hanging on my wall.
And so with a hint of sadness I turned in the keys for those of a shiny new Vortex Blue (read: cobalt) Honda Fit with 6 miles on the odometer. My dad immediately dubbed it Blueberry. I have high hopes that this new machine can serve me as faithfully and well as my Corolla did. I hope they put it out in a pasture where it can play with all the other cars past its prime. RIP Corolla; Blueberry is born.
More of the damage was cosmetic. I was down to one hub cap (the front drivers side). The ceiling fabric was falling down and the steering wheel and carpet where my foot and hand rested had worn down. There were various dents and dings to be seen. But that car got me going and never let me down. I never had a flat, never couldn't get it started. The muffler fell off once but it was a faulty weld and the guys at Midas fixed it for free.
~132K miles on it at trade in, 99K of which were put on in 10.5 years I drove it. Not bad. That car got me half way across the country and home safely time and time again. It took me to Disney world and to internships. It got me through high school, college and the first 4 years in the workforce. I'm not ashamed to admit I was tearing up when I walked away from it for the last time.
I took that last hub cap with me. I've lost hubcaps all over the place not the least of which was one that went flying off when I was pulled over for speeding in North Carolina and the officer made me get out of the car and get it on the threat that he'd fine me for littering on top of speeding if I didn't retrieve the errant piece of plastic. I've been avoiding getting a new car for a while now and said I would only do it when I lost the last hub cap (I've had 1 for about 7 months). I'll find a new home for it along with the first liscence plate I got that's hanging on my wall.
And so with a hint of sadness I turned in the keys for those of a shiny new Vortex Blue (read: cobalt) Honda Fit with 6 miles on the odometer. My dad immediately dubbed it Blueberry. I have high hopes that this new machine can serve me as faithfully and well as my Corolla did. I hope they put it out in a pasture where it can play with all the other cars past its prime. RIP Corolla; Blueberry is born.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
3/12 - PR! What What
For the 3rd race of the year I was trying to beat 30 minutes. I did one better. Not only did I break 30 but I set a PR (personal record) for myself for the 5K distance! I finished in 28:27. A new best. My PRs are listed.
5K: 28:27, Pace 9:10 (3/18/12)
10K: 1:06:19, Pace 10:41(10/12/08)
1/4 Marathon: TBD
1/2 Marathon: TBD
Marathon: TBD
5K: 28:27, Pace 9:10 (3/18/12)
10K: 1:06:19, Pace 10:41(10/12/08)
1/4 Marathon: TBD
1/2 Marathon: TBD
Marathon: TBD
Monday, March 5, 2012
The Writing Process
Most people have talent and they use it on command. My creative writing process is more like a talent that uses me on command. It goes something like this:
I watch something, see something, read something that makes a few synapses fire at the time but nothing too exciting. Then a few hours later I lay down and try to sleep. At which point the synapses decide that this is a fine time to set up shop and go to town. They zip back and forth creating images and scenarios and ideas. It's like a country road suddenly flooded with L.A. traffic. There's no where to go and it needs an outlet somewhere so instead of sleeping I slowly reach critical mass until there's no way sleep can happen. So I build my own off ramp. I write until the idea has run itself out. Sometimes it's an entire short story but most of the time it's a scene or a snapshot. I check the traffic report. The new exit has allowed traffic to die down but it's still pretty busy, I'm already writing and if I try to sleep now I'll get nowhere quickly. So I write some more. I write until we're back down to a few stray cars rumbling down the streets at respectable speeds. I close the ramp and my computer and allow the Sunday traffic to roll through town softly lulling me into sleep.
It's nearly 2am on a work night and all I want to do right now is sleep... doesn't look like it's in the cards for a while.
I watch something, see something, read something that makes a few synapses fire at the time but nothing too exciting. Then a few hours later I lay down and try to sleep. At which point the synapses decide that this is a fine time to set up shop and go to town. They zip back and forth creating images and scenarios and ideas. It's like a country road suddenly flooded with L.A. traffic. There's no where to go and it needs an outlet somewhere so instead of sleeping I slowly reach critical mass until there's no way sleep can happen. So I build my own off ramp. I write until the idea has run itself out. Sometimes it's an entire short story but most of the time it's a scene or a snapshot. I check the traffic report. The new exit has allowed traffic to die down but it's still pretty busy, I'm already writing and if I try to sleep now I'll get nowhere quickly. So I write some more. I write until we're back down to a few stray cars rumbling down the streets at respectable speeds. I close the ramp and my computer and allow the Sunday traffic to roll through town softly lulling me into sleep.
It's nearly 2am on a work night and all I want to do right now is sleep... doesn't look like it's in the cards for a while.
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