Last Thursday was mine and Laura's first trail run with the Valley Women's Running Team. I was expecting to show up and see a bunch of old, over-weight women. That was definitely not the case. In all honesty, a couple of them were pretty old, but these women were hard core! When Laura and I arrived at the base of the canyon, we didn't even want to get out of the car, and contemplated turning around right then. But, they were all staring at us and we figured we were stuck.
Laura and I felt utterly ridiculous in our yoga pants and zip-up cotton hoodies, while all of the other women were wearing tight, tapered, running pants. I have decided that to be a true Alaskan runner, you need to own a pair of tight, tapered, running pants.
Anyways, Laura and I mustered up enough courage to walk over to the spandex clan, in our yoga pants, and we began the run. This run was crazy! We were running on solid snow, up a mountain! Actually, the trail that we were running on was merely a snow-machine track. The only thing I can equate it to is running on sand, but harder.
Well, the entire run was up-hill and near the end I felt as if I was going to pass out, or defecate in my pants. Luckily, neither happened, and I made it back safely. I felt so good afterwards, and can't wait for the next Trail Run!
Tonight we have our coached track work-outs, which I am super stoked about. I'll let you know if I defecate in my pants.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
My brush with the Law
Dear Police-officer-that-pulled-me-over-yesterday-morning,
I am not writing to dispute the fact that you should not have pulled me over. I clearly breezed through that Stop sign with no intentions of ever stopping. But, I do have a few questions for you.
To start off, four or five years ago I was home for the summer, from College. I was living with my parents in Wasilla, commuting everyday to Anchorage, to work at my sister, Laura's, design firm. In 1 months time I was pulled over at least 4 or 5 times. Each friendly Officer let me off with just a "warning", until the final guy nailed me with a $435 ticket. It's ok though, that cop was young, and a redhead. Enough Said.
That is not my point, though. My point is, each time I got pulled over I was never asked for my phone number or where I worked. Is that standard protocol now? If so, by all means. But, I don't believe it is.
With all of that aside, stalk me all you want, because you let me off with just a "warning".
Signed,
stalkable-morning-commuter
I am not writing to dispute the fact that you should not have pulled me over. I clearly breezed through that Stop sign with no intentions of ever stopping. But, I do have a few questions for you.
To start off, four or five years ago I was home for the summer, from College. I was living with my parents in Wasilla, commuting everyday to Anchorage, to work at my sister, Laura's, design firm. In 1 months time I was pulled over at least 4 or 5 times. Each friendly Officer let me off with just a "warning", until the final guy nailed me with a $435 ticket. It's ok though, that cop was young, and a redhead. Enough Said.
That is not my point, though. My point is, each time I got pulled over I was never asked for my phone number or where I worked. Is that standard protocol now? If so, by all means. But, I don't believe it is.
With all of that aside, stalk me all you want, because you let me off with just a "warning".
Signed,
stalkable-morning-commuter
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