Stupidity at the Nail Salon

The story I'm about to relate took place in the recent past (OK, early this afternoon) and I'm pretty sure it has had a permanent impact on the way I think myself.

I went to get my nails done at a new salon so I didn't know the staff.  Like pretty much every nail salon down here, this one was run by Asians, who are very good at it, by the way.  I walked into the salon, looked around, and spotted an Asian lady sitting at the table at the very front of the salon, looking idle.  We locked eyes and she looked at me intently, as they usually do, as if asking without words "What are you here for?"  After a couple of seconds, I proceeded with my request: "Hello! Manicure, pedicure, and eyebrows, please."  The lady smiled sweetly and replied "Oh, you have to talk to one of them (pointing to one of the people working on someone else's feet), I don't work here."


I turned all shades of pale and my jaw dropped to the floor.  Holy shit!  At that very moment, all I wanted was for the earth to open up beneath my feet and swallow me.  I immediately apologized in every way I could.  I would have given that woman my left kidney right then and there if she'd asked.  "I am SOOOO sorry! Oh my god, I feel like a total ass!"  "I'm SOOOOO sorry!  I think I'm just going to leave now."  The woman must have seen the I-want-to-die-right-now look on my face because she continued to smile and tell me that it was OK and not to worry about it. No, it wasn't OK, I had just racially stereotyped someone and I felt like a certified dick, moron, and everything in between.  I have never felt so bad in my entire life.  I'm also pretty sure that I made even more an ass of myself with my nonstop stream of apologies. I could see the look on her face "lady, just let it go!"

WOW.  I fancied myself a pretty open minded, not racist, person but now I'm not so sure.  It was an honest mistake, or so the poor woman told me, but still, I ASSumed that an Asian woman in an Asian nail salon was a nail worker and I opened my mouth.  Fuck my life.

Of course, then the actual Asian (she's Vietnamese) salon lady had the last laugh when she mercilessly, and sadistically, waxed and plucked my eyebrows while I flopped around on the waxing table like a fish having a febrile seizure. Serves me right.

Life For Rent

Maybe one day I'll write a post about what's going on in my personal life right now but for now, this is how I feel.  "Life For Rent" by Dido.




I haven't ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
'cause nothing I have is truly mine

I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone and live more simply
I have no idea what's happened to that dream
'cause there's really nothing left here to stop me
It's just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
'cause nothing I have is truly mine

While my heart is a shield and I won't let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won't even try
Well how can I say I'm alive

But if my life is for rent and I don't learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
'cause nothing I have is truly mine

Streak

So, I streaked for 20 days and I couldn't keep going.  Not only did it get harder and harder to motivate myself to get out there every day but I was starting to get shin pain.  The shin pain was a big red flag because I had never had any pain before. I figured I'd better stop before I got hurt.  It wasn't a failure though, 20 days was a good streak.

Warrior Dash South Florida, 2011

 
Obstacle runs seem to have taken the country, and the world for that matter, by storm, and I'm not immune to their allure.  As a matter of fact, I'm kind of hooked on them.  I few months ago I did the Merrell Down and Dirty and I caught the bug.  The Down and Dirty was actually very easy, not at all challenging and that I did not like.  It's fine, I suppose, just not what I was looking for in a military style obstacle run.  I knew I wanted more so when I found out the Warrior Dash was coming to South Florida, I registered right then and there.  To be honest, it was the fire that first attracted me to these runs and the Down and Dirty didn't have a fire obstacle.  Rope climbing is fine, running through tires is fine, the mud pit is fun, but there is something inherently badass about running through fire.  Maybe it's the proverb, "playing with fire," that gives this obstacle it's allure for me.  Who knows.  Let's just say that I like playing with fire, the uncertainty of whether I'll get burned gives me a rush...interpret that as you will.



So, the Warrior Dash was held at Quiet Waters Park in Deerfield Beach, about an hour and ten minutes north of where I live.  I picked the first non competitive wave, 9:30AM, because I didn't want to do this in the middle of the day with the sun beating down on me.  It was actually quite nice, overcast with the sun peeking through every now and then.  When I first looked at the course online, I was pretty exited about all the obstacles.  Turns out, they lied on the website.  The obstacles on the course were not the same as the obstacles the website said there were supposed to be.  For example, there was no Tipsy Tightrope and no Storming Normandy.  Instead, we had to wimpy ass water obstacles, one of which you could walk around and not get wet.  The second water obstacle was right before the Warrior Roast (fire).  Cunning, as the water would prevent you catching fire accidentally while jumping over the fire.  The obstacles, as far as I can remember, went like this:

Rubber Ricochet:  At this point in the race, the first obstacle, the crowd was still pretty thick but people were able to walk fast though the hanging tires.  Some asshole grabbed a tire, pulled it as he walked, and then let it go.  It almost hit me in the face, I then proceeded to "accidentally" elbow him in the gut when I ran past him.

Road Rage: Here there were tires on the ground and you were supposed to run through them and then jump on a car, run over the car, back down onto tires, then another car, then more tires.  However, there was no running.  Everyone had to walk as there were so many people.

Deadman's Drop: I think this was the name of next obstacle but I'm not sure.  We had to climb to the top of a hurdle using planks.  The hurdle was much taller than my straddling height so I had to push myself up with my forearm and throw a leg over the hurdle and straddle it that way. I thought that there would be planks on the other side to climb down but not.....ROPES!  Yup. Ropes.  So, I grabbed the rope and slid down.  Ouch!  I got rope burns.  Note: wear gloves next time!

From here on I can't remember the order of the obstacles, until the last four, so I'm just going to describe them out of order.

Cargo Climb: Basically a really tall tent made of cargo nets so we had to climb it on all fours and then get down on the other side.  Not as tough on the hands as sliding down the rope but gloves would have been nice.

First water crossing.  I'm pretty sure this was an afterthought.  You could either go in the water, knee deep, or just walk on the edge and not get wet.  The water was cold, or so I heard, so I chose to stay dry.  The water was enough to make you wet but not really enough to be fun or challenging. I would have loved the Tipsy Tightrope.

Vertical Limit: Climb to the top of a wall using stepping blocks, much like rock climbing walls. This was easy. I thought the way down would be the same but no.....I got the to top, looked down the other side and guess what I saw...fireman poles!  Yup, poles like the ones at the fire stations.  FUN!  Really.  I was freaking out cause I could not get the Bridget Jones scene out of my head. So I just stood there at the top, and waited until someone else went down.  I did what they did and next thing I knew I was on the ground again, intact and with my dignity intact too.

Chaotic Crossover:  Cargo nets again but this time they were horizontal and about ten feet off the ground.  I figured the best strategy was to get down on my hands and feet and cross it that way. Some people chose to walk over and invariably ended up falling and getting a crotchful of rope along with some lovely rope burns on their legs.  I just hoped I wouldn't fart in anyone's face and no one would fart in mine!

Great Warrior Wall: Solid vertical wall with very shallow slats nailed on and ropes hanging.  You could either use one of the ropes to pull yourself up while your feet were on the slats or you could you just pull yourself up with your hands while pushing with your legs.  I chose the latter because rope hurts. I can't remember for sure how getting down was but I think it was the same way.

One of the obstacles that were not on the website was the tunnels to crawl through. They were plastic and hard, like actual pipes. There was also a water hose in each, making them slick.  Instead of crawling I chose to belly slide to the other side.  I had to push myself with my hands a few times but it was easy. On the other side though they had strung low netting on the entrance and we had to crawl though it.  That was the end of the clean hair.

Giant Cliffhanger: Solid wall at an incline with ropes to get up.  This was the fourth to last obstacle and I was losing steam.  I walked up to the wall, grabbed a rope and proceeded to hoist myself up.  This one was hard.  I kept swinging from side to side and someone asked me jokingly if I was already drunk.  When I finally managed to get up, I just had to sit and laugh hard because I really looked like I was drunk. I got down the slats and kept going.  I came to realize these Warrior Dash people really like ropes...kinky.

The next obstacle was the little water crossing.  I was sure I was going to walk out with leeches hanging off my legs.  I walked out with muddy legs instead.



Warrior Roast: Finally, the obstacle I had been waiting for!  By this point the crowd had been thin for a long time, people just fell back or ran fast so the obstacles were basically empty.  I'm glad because I wanted a good fire picture of just me.  I let the girl I had been running with for a while go ahead so she could have good pictures and then I took off running.  I excited and apprehensive at the same time.  Rush!  I just ran and jumped, landed, took another step and jumped again over the second fire.  It was exhilarating.  I could feel the heat under me, my heart was beating a million times per second and I had a huge smile on my face.  It was my favorite obstacle and the quickest to complete.  It really was amazing.



Muddy Mayhem: The last obstacle was the mud pit.  This pit was big and deep. It also had barbed wire about a foot off the surface so you had to go low. I had been dainty at the Down and Dirty and didn't really get that muddy (relative speaking) but I was so high on adrenaline and having so much fun that I decided I needed to end it on a high.  I didn't dive, it was not allowed, but as soon as I got in, I got on my belly and did a belly crawl.  As the pictures show, I was muddy everywhere except parts of my face.  It felt so good.  Cleaning up, however, wasn't so good.





It took me 50 minute and some seconds but I wasn't pushing myself, I was having fun and enjoying the experience.  I do wish their cleaning facilities had been better, they sucked. The Down and Dirty had an area with a few dozen high pressure hoses that you could use to hose yourself down and they had two changing tents, one for men and one for women.  This one didn't have that. They had TWO people spraying people with soap and then one big water tank with a pressure hose and a guy hosing people down and no changing tents at all. Utterly inadequate. Also, they did not have free food for the racers!  We had to buy the food if we wanted to eat.  C'mon, a burger isn't that expensive to provide and these races are not cheap!  Every racer over 21 did get one free beer but I couldn't have cared less.  This is where the Warrior Dash falls short.

I absolutely loved this race and I liked the challenge.  I was so sore for the next two days that it wasn't even funny.  My entire body hurt.  The only things that weren't mad at me where my ego and my pride; those two felt pretty damned good!

I am hooked on obstacle races and I will do as many as I can, they are exhilarating, empowering and downright fun, even if it's a painful kinda fun.  I can't wait until the Super Spartan Race in February, which I hear makes the Warrior Dash look like child's play!

We're Going Streaking!




No, not THAT kind of streaking!  Runner's World is running (ha!) its Inaugural Holiday Running Streak and I'm joining in.  I hope that I can keep it up as I need motivation. It actually started yesterday but I was sick as a dog so today is my day 1.  I ran just over a mile as I didn't want to push it before being fully recovered.

Let's streak!

Fort Lauderdale 13.1

So, the story goes like this: On November 13th I ran the Fort Lauderdale 13.1 race.  This was my goal half marathon for the rest of the year but I failed to train as I had planned.  Actually, running in the summer sucks ass and I slacked off significantly.  I was supposed to have been averaging 30-35 miles per week and I never even came close.  So, yes, I was under-trained.  That said, I was determined to do the race since a) I had paid for it and b) I had bullied (OK, not really) someone at work to train for it and run it so I had to be there.  Thankfully, he slacked off even more than I did and thus was WAY more under-trained, especially considering it was his first half marathon but also his first race ever.

The night before the race I stayed at a hotel in Fort Lauderdale, about half a mile away from the start line. I did that because I live over an hour away and I'm tired of having to wake up at 3 in the morning just make it to the start.  Of course, just because I was that close to the start line doesn't mean I got any more sleep. I slept horribly, as is usual for me the night before a race.  I kept waking up, checking the time, etc.  At one point I dreamed that I had woken up at 7am and had missed the race.  Then, in the dream, I realized that I was dreaming and kept trying to wake up but couldn't. I kept telling myself "this is just a dream, wake up, wake up!" I finally woke up, checked the time and it was only 4am. FML.  At 5am my work friend texted me and at that point I gave up and got out of bed.  So much for decent sleep.

I finally made it to the start line, met up with the friends, dropped my gear back, etc. then made a beeline for the porta potties.  The line was HUGE and there were only 10 minutes until the start.  No time to stand in line.  I made my way into the crowd and stood by my friend Damaris, along with my work friend, and waited.  The start of the race is my favorite time, everyone is happy and pumped, no one has had the chance to get grouchy due to a bad run, bad weather, whatever.  It was actually a fairly cool-for-South Florida day.  The gun went off and off we went.  My friend stayed with me for like a quarter mile and then realized I was running too painfully slow for him so I told him to take off and he did.

My ambitious goal was 2:15 but I'd be happy with either a PR, meaning 2:20 or better or under 2:30.  The first few miles were fine but still HAD to go to the bathroom.  Finally around mile 4 I pulled out and went into the porta potties.  That took about 4 minutes so at that point I was sure I wasn't going to make my 2:15 goal.  I was OK with that though, my dignity (IE not crapping myself) is worth more than a few pathetic minutes off my finish time.  I kept running for a couple more miles and then we turned into A1A and into the wind.  Holy molly! The wind was 15pmh or so with wind gusts of 25-30mph.  That makes it VERY hard to run!

I kept thinking that if I cold make it to the turn around point the rest would be cake thanks to the tailwind but nooo..... When the turn around point came, the wind just went again.  There was no tailwind.  From what I've heard, most of us were thinking about this tailwind but we got punked.  Thank you, Mother Nature!  I did walk some, to be honest, but I was exhausted.  That wind took it out of me.  Somewhere before the turn around I crossed my friend who was already running in the opposite direction and he had a huge smile on his face while I was trying not to die.  WTF??  We high-fived and kept on going.  I'm glad I was actually running when I saw him or he would have given me hell!

When I FINALLY crossed the finish line, I was sooo relieved.  I just wanted water and to sit down.  My legs felt like jelly.  I didn't make my goal of 2:15 or my goal of PRing but I did finish in under 2:30.  My chip time was 2:25:10. I think that if I hadn't gone to the porta potties, I would have, at least, come very close to my PR.  I'm cool with that.  I was just happy to be done.  Of course, Damaris and my friend finished way ahead of me so they were waiting at the finish line and I felt slower than molasses on a cold day.  We had a beer and went our separate ways.  Back at the hotel, I had a HUGE complimentary breakfast of bacon and cheese omelet, bacon, pancakes, hash browns and orange juice. What a better way to end a race morning?

The pictures are pretty horrible, which is why I didn't bother to buy any.  Not to mention that $30 for a pictures of this type is highway robbery.

Official results:

02:25:10
DistanceHALF MAR
Clock Time02:26:15
Chip Time02:25:10
Overall Place1518 / 2147
Gender Place641 / 1057
Division Place115 / 171
Age Grade45.4%
Pace11:04.3
Split10K1:09:34




Garmin info:

Waterford 5k Race Report. New PR!

I am registered for a ton of half marathons for the 2011-2012 running reason but not many 5ks.  As a matter of fact, I think I was only registered for two and they were in September.  I just ran that Halloween Half Marathon two weeks ago and had the 13.1 Fort Lauderdale today (report to come) so it didn't seem likely that I'd be able to squeeze in a 5k between them.  However, there is a 5k that happens during the week and at night so it was perfect. I decided to register with only a week to go and I"m so glad I did.  It was the Waterford 5k and I figured I'd use it as speedwork for the 13.1 three days later.

Going in I knew that the weather was favorable for a PR, or at least the most favorable it had been in months and would be for months.  My last PR was set on a very cold (for South Florida) day and on a very long, not sanctioned, course.  So, I went in with the idea of running the shit out of this course and beating my best time...then I saw just how crowded the race was.  It was insane!  I couldn't even line up behind the starting line because I had been warming up for too long and there was no room for me.  I had to stand to the side and wait as people funneled in after the start to merge with the masses.  The first mile or so was pretty much shoulder to shoulder but I was still running hard (for me) and it was my fastest mile of that race.  I was doing pretty well at that point and I thought that if I could keep it up I'd end up with a huge PR, but alas, I couldn't.

After the first mile I slowed down a bit or I wouldn't be able to finish. The whole time I was just concentrating on running and nothing else.  More than running faster than my fastest time, I wanted not to walk.  My will is weak and I have walked at least a few seconds at pretty much every race I've done bar my second 10k.  I REALLY wanted not to walk this time around and much to my pleasure, I did not. I just ran, slowing down a bit if I needed to, just telling myself that I could do it. I didn't even take water because I knew that if I did, I'd stop to drink it.

By mile 2.5, I was ready to be done.  I could see the finish line (I HATE that!) and it was taunting me.  Of course, we had to run past the finish line and then back around another quarter mile. I didn't even feel that I could really push harder on the last stretch as I felt I didn't have much in the tank.  It was pretty windy too, and it has been weeks now, so that didn't help either.  The last stretch, coming into the finish, I had to keep chanting in my head "Pain is temporary, finish times posted on the Internet are forever!", cliche as it may be. I knew that the goal of a PR would be a close call but I thought I could still make it.  I did.  I ran 20 seconds faster than my PR from earlier this year. I'm happy with that for two reasons: 1) a PR is a PR and 2) I PRed in weather that was considerably warmer than when the first PR was set.  I am most happy with the fact that I actually ran the whole way. When I crossed the finish line, I had to walk straight to the sidewalk to sit down because I was faint and I thought I was going to toss my cookies.

I ended up with a chip time of 29:28.  I came 11th out of 79 women in my age group 325th out of 1095 overall finishers.  Not bad!

Here's the Garmin info:

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