Tag: Texas

Jack and Jill

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fell down a hill….

Saturday morning, 4:30 AM and my eyes are open.  What’s wrong with this picture?   In the background, I hear the faint sound of the music from the alarm.  Grudgingly my feet hit the floor and I am semi-vertical.  To avoid the extreme Texas heat, our weekly running group meets at 5:45 AM for a 6:00 AM run.  We have to be in the car before 5:00 AM to arrive on time.

Pulling on my running clothes and grabbing a bagel for breakfast, my husband and I made it out the door and were on the road by 4:50 AM.  For some reason, I just didn’t feel like showing up, but shrugged it off.  I mean after all who would want to get up at 4:45 AM on their day off to go for a long run!

Driving through Manor, TX at 5:00 AM, the last thing either of us wanted to see were flashing red and blue lights.  A very nice man in uniform introduced himself as a county sheriff, and informed us our right headlight was out.  With a warning ticket in hand, I asked Ron if he was sure he didn’t just want to go back home and go to bed.  He just grinned at me and pulled back into traffic.

We actually made it on time and headed for a quick bio break at the restrooms provided by our running group.  As we walked toward them we were warned, someone had forgotten to lock them the prior night and they were so soiled they were virtually unusable.  Great!

Undeterred, we each found our running mates and lined up in the pre-dawn muggy heat, ready to do a 6 mile run.  I was scheduled for 14 miles for the day, so I was looking forward to an extra 8 miles after the group run.

We all synchronized our watches and set off, settling into an easy rhythm.  The first few miles went by pretty fast although there were a lot of uphills.  I told my coach I was ready for some downhills.  Pretty soon, every downhill someone would call out, “Here’s a downhill for Deanna!”  Around mile 4, we turned down a particularly hilly road where the slopes were quite a bit steeper.  I was enjoying an especially steep downhill, feeling like I was riding a Radio Flyer red wagon.  My right shoe hit a patch of gravel and suddenly I knew I was going down.  I’ve run a lot of years and have never fallen, but it was happening!

My right hand hit the asphalt first followed by my elbow, hip and knee.  As I slid a few feet down the hill, I managed to avoid hitting my head o20150729_214408r tumbling head over heels.  Completely mortified, I tried to jump up as blood dripped from my right palm and elbow.  Everyone gathered round and offered assistance as they returned my possessions.  Some one had my phone, another runner had found my Jawbone and someone else returned my water.  Everything had flown along with me and been scattered when I hit the pavement.

After the shock wore off, I walked a few blocks and decided I was not significantly injured and finished my run.  I actually caught back up with part of my group and finished.

This afternoon I still had swelling and bruising from my wrist to my elbow, so I ducked into an urgent care center for x-rays and a tetanus shot.  Good news – nothing is broken, only sprained.  The only down side is a splint and a late blog post.

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A Change of Plans…

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July 4, 2015… Well it actually started July 2nd.

When my Dad called to say he wanted to come for a visit, we decided to rent a cabin for a couple of nights at the lake.  Knowing the cabins would fill quickly over the 4th of July, we made reservations months ago.  My dad loves to fish, which is obvious from his nickname “Fishhook”.  We made sure to get a waterfront cabin so he could fish as much as he wanted.  I’m not a fan of water and I don’t have the heart to go fishing, but Dad loves it!

In anticipation of our time together, we postponed our Father’s Day celebration.  We decided to celebrate Father’s day and my birthday together.  (my birthday falls on the 6th of July).

My daughter, Kat planned to swing by and pick up the boys, (my grandson’s) and my Dad.  They all live about six hours away and although Dad is perfectly capable of driving here himself, at 82 I hate for him to be on the road.

We reserved the cabin for Thursday night and Friday night.  We planned to drive to Corpus to see my older sister Saturday morning.  She and I share a birthday even though we are three years apart.  My Dad wanted to visit both of us on our birthday.  Rarely do she and I have an opportunity to spend time together and it’s been years since Dad was able to join us on our birthday.

As often happens, our plans went awry.  The boys had rehearsals for their community theater production and couldn’t get away.  Dad lost his critter sitter and didn’t want to leave his dogs.  He was also feeling a bit under the weather.

We thought about cancelling the trip and just gathering at home, but decided against it.  The cabin was only 20 minutes or so from our house, but tucked away among the trees and nestled on the bank of the lake made it feel worlds apart.20150703_165613

We left for the cabin on Thursday, picking up my goddaughter, Dez and my son, Rich on the way.  Dez, loves to fish and had eagerly anticipated fishing with my Dad.  Rich on the other hand has never really enjoyed fishing as much as his sister does.  My daughter was bringing her fishing gear and planned to arrive Thursday evening.  She and Dez would be our fisherwomen for the weekend.20150703_120614

The cabin was very basic.  It had five beds, an air conditioner and a trail leading to a shared shower and restroom facility.  It also had a beautiful view of the lake, fresh air, an outdoor grill and a picnic table.

During the weekend we played games, rented a canoe, ate too much food and created unbelievable memories.  My son discovered an enjoyment of fishing (much to his surprise), my daughter discovered a slug in her tennis shoe and a June bug in her swimsuit cover-up and my granddaughter, Jilly discovered a beetle in her nightshirt.

I discovered the delight of sitting in the middle of a canoe, lightly rowing and watching my Kat and Dez cast their lines.  We laughed so hard trying to launch the canoe we almost didn’t get in the water.  Even when the wind picked up and the rain fell, we laughed and fished and rowed.20150703_165844

 

 

Father’s Day was celebrated on Thursday night.  We celebrated my birthday on Friday night, with Kat and Jilly surprised me with a cake and everyone sang happy birthday.

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Saturday morning we were supposed to leave by noon but no one was ready to leave.  Anticipating failure, but deciding to try anyway, my husband went to see if we could stay another night.  Our cabin was already booked but the one next door was available.  Rather than make us move, they switched the other guests next door.  After a wonderful breakfast and lunch, my husband and I went to pick up a fresh bundle of firewood from the front office.  When we arrived, they let us know the family that was originally booked in our cabin was insisting that we move and give them our cabin.

Since our reservation had been impromptu and it seemed to be important to the other family, we willing agreed to move.  I rushed into the cabin to interrupt the current game in process and let everyone know we were moving.  We had 5 beds stripped, suitcases moved, dishes and food transitioned and all our outdoor gear moved in about 15 minutes.  By the time the new guests arrived we were already seated in our chairs next door planning our dinner meal.

I decided that if we ever have to go on the run or leave in a hurry, we definitely have the skills!  Slightly sunburned, a few pounds heavier and a heart full of sunshine, we went our separate ways.  It was a wonderfully fulfilling weekend with many stories left to tell…. Like the raccoon and the hotdogs and the snake in the reeds….  All stories for another day.

 

Under the Peach Tree

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It might be an aroma or a quick glimpse of something that triggers a memory snippet.  For me, it is often a smell.  Fresh bread baking immediately finds me standing in the school cafeteria with a tray in my hand waiting for a delicious hot yeast roll to land beside my mashed potatoes.

Last night, I was in the kitchen putting away groceries, when my husband placed a bag on the counter.  It was a bag of fresh Fredericksburg peaches.  They had been picked three days earlier.  Without moving closer to the bag I began to smell the peaches.  Not the ones on the counter, but the fresh ripe peaches hanging from the limbs of the two peach trees which grew in my childhood backyard.   20150629_183049

The smell of those peaches brought a kaleidoscope of memories.  In the heat of the day, my mother would send me out to pick a few peaches.  She sliced the warm peach in half, removed the pit and poured cold evaporated milk over the peach before sprinkling it liberally with granulated sugar.  I think she invented sweetened condensed milk long before Eagle Brand marketed it!

I can’t even remember how it tasted, but I remember the anticipation and the contrast of the warm peach against the cold milk.  Yum!   I haven’t thought of eating those cream soaked peaches in years.  My husband has brought in peaches countless times and laid them on the counter.  I’m not sure why yesterday triggered the memory, but I’m glad it did.

It made me think of my Mom and smile.  A momentary sadness tugged at my heart as I miss those days with my mother but it was soon replaced by happy memories.

My thoughts followed the path to other memories of time spent around and under the peach tree.  My friends from next door would stop by and we would sit under those two trees.  We invented fairy tale worlds and planned our future.  You know important stuff, like who would we sit by next year in school and how would we fill our days next week.

I also thought about my mother telling me to behave or she would switch my legs with a peach tree limb.  Now those trees had thin pliable limbs that could sting like fire.  Not that I would know!  The threat of having to go cut a peach tree limb and bring it back to my mom was enough to keep me on the straight and narrow.  I’m pretty sure I was never spanked with one, but I remember the dread well.

 

Peach Tree

After dinner last night, I pulled a peach from the bag on the counter.  I rinsed the peach and bit into the crisp fruit.  As juice dribbled down my chin, I closed my eyes.  For the moment I was ten years old, sitting beneath the peach tree, playing make believe with my siblings.

 

Keeping Promises

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Keeping my promise to get serious about fitness this week, I attended my first “Power Yoga Class”.  What an experience!  I haven’t been to a yoga class in five years and my weekly boot camp class ended several years ago.  True to the description, this 45 minute class with Vinyasa flow sequencing and the addition of cardio bursts to get your heart pumping and your muscles moving, got everything moving!  Sweat ran in rivulets down my back, face arms, well, everywhere.

Not so much the next day.  Nothing was moving very fast!  I know it was good for me, but my muscles were grumbling.

Tuesday I scheduled a run to give my sore arms a break.  4.25 miles at 5:30 PM in Austin, TX meant lots of heat.  At 86 degrees even the ancient oak trees lining the streets couldn’t block the sun’s rays. At least my arms felt less sore!

Wednesday found me back in class for a Yoga/Pilates fusion class. One thing I didn’t learn from Monday night’s class was when to arrive.  I always try to be punctual and strive to arrive 15 minutes ahead of schedule to allow for unforeseen traffic, etc.  That put me front and center, directly facing the instructor.  Next time I will arrive on time and move to the back row!   This class focused on core strengthening to make my yoga practice stronger and my tummy trimmer. The intent was to tone, refine, and strengthen from deep in your core.  The first half hour was core focused and the second half hour Yoga focused.  That should have sent me running back out the door, but I blithely tossed my mat on the floor and prepared to tone and refine.

The first 15 minutes of the class went remarkably well.  We lay on our backs while we incorporated leg lifts, shoulders off the floor etc.  I patted myself (not literally) on the back thinking this isn’t too bad when we kicked into high gear.

I’m not sure which poses we did, but I dripped as I watched the clock and waited to transition to the second half of the class.

I don’t know why but I thought the second half would be a rest.  I was definitely mistaken!  I dropped into plank position while everyone else smoothly transitioned through plank and back into downward dog. 

I valiantly plowed through the rest of the class, slipping into child’s pose as needed for a quick rest.  After the class, the instructor seemed concerned as she watched me try to get feeling back in my arms.  As I attempted to fold my mat, she asked “Are you okay?” 

“Sure”, I lied and tried not to limp as I walked away. 

I stepped outside and realized it had started to sprinkle  so I pulled on my jacket.  My car was parked a few blocks away at the office.  As soon as we stepped from under the awning, the rain began to pick up.  A few more steps and we were starting to get wet.  Suddenly, I felt like a kid playing in the rain.  Wearing my sandals and carrying my yoga mat, I started running.  Rain soaked and laughing we made it back to the car at a sprint. 

If all workouts could only end with this much fun, I would work out every day!

Now I just have to keep the momentum going.  Wish me luck!

Meanderings…..

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My husband has been in search of a classic older pickup for years.  Recently he has become a bit more serious in his search.  His criteria is a bit loose.  Somewhere in the 1963 to 1972 range, preferably a Chevrolet, but he would consider a Ford.

We had an appointment in San Antonio on Saturday afternoon and while we were there we planned to look at a 1971 lilac pickup.  Yes, it was painted lilac, but it was the right price range and the right year model.  Then he discovered a 1969 blue Chevy in Waco.  The ad for the Waco pickup said, runs good and well it wasn’t purple.  So even though Waco is about 100 miles north and slightly East of Austin and San Antonio is approximately 80 miles south and slightly west of Austin, we decided we had time to see both vehicles.20150513_200720

We arrived at the dealer in a small town just outside of Waco a few minutes before it opened.  We wandered over to a Walgreens to kill time.  As we were passing the dealer we were glancing at the cars on the lot, when my son said, “Hey that Jeep has a bench seat on it.”  Literally, someone had welded an actual bench on the back of a Jeep.  Hmm, you don’t see that every day.

In Walgreen’s we roamed over to the clearance aisle, past the “as seen on TV aisle” and on to the toy and candy sections.  I took a minute to check out all the pens and pencils.  I love shopping for new pens and pencils but I managed to resist purchasing anything except an extra-large bag of M&M’s and some birthday and graduation cards!

Back at the car lot, we parked.  While my son and husband got out to look at the truck, I waited in the car.  I watched a pretty blond “girl” inside the building.  She was wearing cut off shorts, a black tank topped with an unbuttoned white shirt.  She stepped up to a mirror, gave her boobs an upward push while pulling downward on her tank top.  Smiling I watched her fluff her hair and saunter out to the pickup.  I’m sure she is very good at her job and knows a lot about cars, but she couldn’t quite get the hood to open and it wouldn’t start……   She wasn’t able to open the passenger door but she did have a beautiful smile.  After a few minutes, one of her male associates came to assist but still the pickup didn’t start.

About 30 minutes and more patience than I would have had, my husband and son finally said thank you and stepped away.  I asked if they were sure the vehicle had gas and was informed that yes, the plastic tank sitting in the bed of the pickup had plenty of gas.  Uh, oh my!  We left that pickup behind.

Bluebonnets in Bloom
Bluebonnets in Bloom

To get to San Antonio we took Highway 190 over to 281 which is a lined with beautiful Texas wild flowers and is much less congested than Interstate 35.  Along the route there is sign after sign proclaiming numerous ranches.  We briefly debated what is required to call your home a ranch.  Just outside of Kempner, TX a sign proclaimed miniature donkeys for sale.  When I commented, “Look, we don’t have one of those!”  My husband and son said in unison, “No!  And we don’t need one!”

As we passed through Burnet, TX we spotted a sign for a farmer’s market.  It was a small market with probably ten vendors, but it looked like it might be worth stopping in.  We started browsing the stalls when we noticed the wind was picking up.  Just as we stepped in front of the Texas Herb Company and Crafty Threads, a huge gust of wind lifted the canopy and flipped it upside down behind the tables.  Handmade soaps and other craft items were scattered all over the ground.  Everyone rushed up to help.  No one was injured and the table was righted with crafts stacked atop.  I was amazed no one was injured by all the flying products and was heartened how quickly everyone rushed to help. Still willing to try shopping, we wandered to the Sage Creek Farms booth where we bought a lovely mahogany rolling pin.  It turned out to be a successful stop after all.

When we got to Marble Falls we started searching for somewhere to eat.  I spotted a food trailer that looked promising.  Lee’s Food Trailer sported ads for a philly sandwich, gyros, catfish dinners and more.  It seemed as if I wouldn’t have any trouble finding a non-meat food option.

I had the Falafel gyro, my husband had the beef and lamb gyro.  My son had a classic philly sandwich.  Lee’s did not disappoint.  Everything was delicious!  As we drove away completely satiated, my husband proclaimed, you know if you ever wanted to double back there to eat, I would go!  High praise indeed.

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Somewhere along the backroads of Texas, I discussed my funeral plans.  All my nephews should be prepared.  I requested they all show up with 1980’s shorts, tanks and sweatbands as I am laid to rest in my running clothes.  Seemed fitting to me!  I also learned that if you are going to honk at someone, you should always use the Chicago honk or just don’t bother.  You should hold the horn down for at least 2 minutes.

We arrived in San Antonio finally, laughing and talking.  After our appointment, we checked in on the lilac truck only to find out it was not on the market anymore.

So we have to start over on the pickup search  but since it was mother’s day weekend, I was treated to a buffet at India Taj Palace where they have tasty dishes and serve warm from the grill naan bread made after you arrive and carried immediately to your table.

It was a wonderful day of meandering!  I look forward to many more days just like it.

Comfort Food…..

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Everyone has a favorite go to restaurant, dessert or meal that makes you say ahhhh……

I have a variety depending on the situation, time of day or activity I am doing.  After a run, I like breakfast.  I normally run early in the morning, so that’s easy to find.   There are several favorites that serve breakfast.  I have a hard time only picking one.

When we travel, we almost always treat ourselves to a DQ blizzard.  That’s a tasty helping of soft-serve ice cream with blended mix ins, usually candy, nuts, or sundae toppings for those of you who don’t have a Dairy Queen nearby.

But when I am having a really stressful day at work, I go for Garden Enchilada’s from Magnolia Cafe on Lake Austin Blvd in Austin Texas.  I work about ½ mile from the restaurant, but anyone who has ever visited Magnolia Cafe knows it is always busy.  I rarely try to make it because I don’t have enough time to wait.  The sign in the front window proclaims “Sorry, We’re Open” and the lines to eat can be long.

Last week, I called my husband to lament a very stressful, meeting filled day and said I need to step away from the office for lunch.  His response was how about enchiladas?  I assumed he meant spinach enchiladas at La Feria, another favorite restaurant, but when he picked me up he said, “Garden Enchiladas?”

Sometimes he can melt my heart!  We drove the short distance to the restaurant, found a car backing out of a parking spot and swooped in to grab it.

So far so good!   When you get to the front entrance, you can go to the right or to the left.  There are two sections and you have to step outside to go between the two.  They are joined by the kitchen.  We stepped to the right, but didn’t see any tables available.  As we stepped into the left side, the first booth was available.  Hurray!  No waiting!  I did actually look at the menu as a courtesy since the waitress took time to bring it, but no change.  Garden enchiladas, please!

Garden Enchiladas
Garden Enchiladas

Garden enchiladas are corn tortillas filled with steamed spinach, roasted red bell peppers, onions ,and jack cheese.  They are topped with a lemon sour cream sauce, verde salsa, and chopped pecans.  Yes, my mouth is watering as I type!  Since I only get them a few times a year, I never get tired of them.  They are served with rice and black beans, also delicious but the enchiladas steal the show.

I’m not sure why munching on these yummy veggie filled corn tortillas melts stress for me, but it does.  I went back to work and started fresh.  I’m sure everyone at work really appreciated my relaxing lunch date.

Zooma Half Marathon 2015

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Saturday morning Mar 29, 2015, the much awaited/dreaded race day.    Up at 4:20 AM, we needed to arrive at the Cedar Creek high school parking lot before 6:00 AM.  The shuttle buses would start running at that time to transport runners and spectators to the Hyatt Regency Lost Pines Resort and Spa for the Zooma Texas 2015.  We were out the door by 5:10 AM and on our way.  We arrived at the parking lot by 5:55 AM and scrambled to make sure we had our watches, gels and sunscreen before boarding the bus.

The temperature was mild at 55 degrees with a light breeze.  By the time we arrived at the Resort, I was grateful to be wearing my jacket as the temperature dipped to 47 degrees.  The resort is beautifully nestled in a wilderness setting.  The run is not ‘a walk in the park’.  It is peppered with multiple hills from slight rises to steep grades.  If you plan to run this race, you should train on hills.

Mile 9!
Mile 9!

We arrived at the resort and moved inside where staff opened the door and welcomed us.  Inside additional staff were stationed throughout the building offering smiles, greetings and directions as needed.

For runners who are used to port-a-potties at the start of a race, it was quite a treat to have indoor, clean and warm restroom facilities.  It was wonderfully relaxing to sip a cup of complimentary coffee seated on a comfortable chair and visit with fellow runners.  In the lobby, I met Shonda and Lisa from Houston, TX where we joked, laughed and discussed race strategy.

As we lined up at the starting line there were a couple of llama’s on the sidelines to send us on the way.

The Llamas
The Llamas

Once on the course, runners were full of smiles and waves.  As I turned onto Highway 71, a school bus full of kids passed by.  With the windows down, they were all shouting ‘Run Forrest Run’! I smiled for several miles remembering their enthusiasm.

 

 

The last couple of miles were on the resort property, along a relatively flat only slightly rolling path on the golf course.  Mile 13 was marked by the resident longhorns lounging in the grass.

The golf course
The golf course

Ron 406

This is the third time I have run Zooma at the Lost Pines Resort.  It has not disappointed yet.  If you can forget about those hills for a minute, the scenery is lovely.  The run starts in the parking lot and continues to Pope Bend which is a county road.   The road is lined with wildflowers including Bluebonnets, Indian paintbrushes and natural grasses.  There is a short leg of the course that takes you down the shoulder of Highway 71, but it’s relatively short and downhill.

The temperature and winds both rose as I neared the finish line.  The wind, although gusting at times, was a relief from the 70+ degree temperatures.

Bluebonnets in Bloom
Bluebonnets in Bloom

The Zooma race mission is to inspire women to live healthy, happy, & active lives.  The post-race celebrations included vendors, live music, food, and massages.  Sponsor Barefoot wines provided post-race samples and complimentary coffee was also available.

The race field the inaugural year 2009 was over 1200 women.  This year the event included a 5K and a 10K in addition to the half marathon.  There were only 362 runners in the half marathon, 162 in the 5K and 173 in the 10K but the celebration was just as entertaining.

Not my Chi…..Anticipatory Failure

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On the journey to recapture my fitness, I am trying to remind myself to draw on my chi. Chi Running, defines chi (pronounced ‘chee’) as the energy that unites body, mind, and spirit.  How awesome is that.  If only I could learn to tap into that!

A few years ago, when we traveled to in San Francisco, CA for the Nike Women’s Marathon, my running partner and I purchased stones with Chinese symbols engraved on them.  We each chose a symbol that had special meaning for us.  We often trade them at the beginning of a race as a symbol of support for each other.  We call them our chi.2015-03-25 18.31.44

As fun things often do, they took on a life of their own.  On our training runs, if  someone just a little faster ran past us, we would challenge ourselves and pick up the pace, shouting “It’s our chi!”

If someone sprinted by much faster, we would look at each other and proclaim, “Not my chi!”2015-03-25 18.33.29

Those little engraved stones have become a symbol of support and companionship, but occasionally even they aren’t enough to push me up a hill.

Years ago, someone told me a secret to running hills.  You should visualize a rope at the top of the hill and imagine someone is pulling you forward.  It’s a great visualization and can help.  But it can’t really pull you.  You still have to move your legs and when you haven’t trained; well it isn’t as easy to make it up the hill.

Recently, I was out for a run with my two favorite running partners.  It was an easy and pleasant run and things were going well.  We were at the start of our training plan, so the run was short and not too aggressive.  Near the end of the run, we were faced with a hill.  The hill is about a 45 degree incline alongside a busy road. When I looked ahead and saw the hill I said, “I’m going to run to the bottom of the hill and then I’ll walk the actual hill.”  I was thinking I was already tired and would not have the energy to run up the hill.  Both my companions nodded and headed for the hill determined to beat it.

Hill no plate

I realized I had allowed anticipatory failure to keep me from making it up the hill.  No it’s not ‘rocket science’ but for me it was an eye opener.  I actually got it.  If you don’t start, you can’t finish is a real thing.  I ran the hill, huffing and puffing the entire way, but I didn’t stop until I reached the top.  Even if I had taken a break half way it would have been fine.  I wasn’t attempting to set a record, just keep moving until my body said stop instead of my head.

I have a half marathon to run in this weekend and haven’t trained as well as I could have, but I never do.  I considered switching to the 10k instead.  Then I remembered the hill and changed my mind.  I may not finish, but I will start and I will listen to my body not the anticipatory failure in my head.

Nature, miles and friends

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While much of the country has been dealing with extreme weather,  in my area we’ve been more fortunate.  Austin, TX residents woke Saturday morning to a mild 64 degrees.  It was a perfect day for a long training run. If you have to run long, you may as well run for fun! Bastrop State Park is a short 15 miles from my home.  Running in nature while I train is a great distraction.2015-02-22 15.34.35 (1)

A fire devastated Bastrop State Park in September 2011 along with many other areas of Bastrop County.  The fire destroyed many of the ancient pine trees.  It affected 96 percent of the park.  The fire was a tragedy, but it has been wonderful watching the rebirth of the park, aided by many volunteer organizations and their members.

Dez, Ron, and myself arrived at the park with two expectations; to complete an 11 mile training run and to enjoy ourselves.  We put no constraints on time or speed.  Dez and I kept to the trails as much as possible while Ron opted for the park roads.

The trails range from sand, gravel, or packed dirt and is easier on your body than pounding on pavement.  The steep inclines and declines work muscles not used in street running and compel careful navigation to prevent falls.  The combination is a great workout.

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We quickly realized that it was going to be a silly, fun day when we started laughing at everything.  We stopped along the way to take pictures, to view the blackened, fallen trees and to enjoy the newly planted baby pines.

Throughout the morning, park guests greeted us and we shared waves and greetings in return.  At mile 6 we found a restroom, which had been recently renovated and was sparkling clean.  While we were stopped, we visited with Ranger Carpenter and learned a few facts about the park rehabilitation.

We stopped at mile 9.25 to enjoy a bit of solitude at a pond hidden among the trees.  I had spent the day in search of the elusive Houston Toad.  We were pretty sure we heard one in the distance while we were at the pond.

The Pond!

The park ranger we spoke with encouraged us to find a tree and claim it.  He suggested we take our picture with the tree and return annually to document the growth.  So we each picked one and began a tradition.

Our final mile tally of 11.5 miles was full of fun.  After surviving  our trek through nature, we ate lunch and stopped by Austin City Wide Garage Sale.  This weekend the sale was being held in Bastop, Texas.  After an hour and a half of wandering through the maze of exhibits we were a few dollars poorer and a few items richer, and our energies had been fully expended.

We ended our day with sweets from  the Sugar Shack in Bastrop.  We each had two scoops of ice cream and I brought home treats for later.  It was a lovely day and the best one I’ve had in a while.  A special thanks to my cohorts today for helping me make wonderful memories!

Motivation where for art thou?

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I’m not talking about the motivation of New Year’s resolutions.  I’m talking about motivation for the lifestyle of exercise and eating healthy food that I have professed to follow for the last ten years.

Never Give Up!
Never Give Up!

I know my motivation was here in December!  It was there when my good friend and running partner said, “Let’s do the ZOOMA TEXAS HALF MARATHON at the Hyatt Regency Lost Pines Resort and Spa, in Bastrop, TX.  She and I ran the half marathon in 2009.  That year, we completed a training program of sorts to prepare for the “challenging course through the scenic Texas countryside with rolling hills”.  Or as I like to describe them, “the brutal hills with a few flat stretches thrown in.

As I write this on February 7, 2015, 7:00 PM, I checked the website.  The countdown says 48 days.  Now you would think that would motivate me.  So far I have not run one full mile since the first week in December.  I hope it works!  I planned to get on the treadmill this morning, but excused myself, due to a fender bender I had yesterday.  No, I’m not really sore and I wasn’t injured, but it gave me a great excuse.  In December, we were traveling a lot, so I didn’t train.  My husband, who is always motivated, ran while we traveled.  The first week in January, I had the flu, so I took January off, even though the flu lasted less than a week.

So looking at the countdown, I have to admit, these are all a lot of excuses.  I’m out of time for excuses.  In just over 6 weeks, I have to run 13.1 miles of not so gently rolling hills.  So in the morning, my plan is to drive to Bastrop State Park and run/walk some hills.  Wish me luck!

My hope is that perhaps my motivation will return soon.  If you see it, would you please send it back?  I sure could use it about now.

Back on the Trail
Back on the Trail

P.S.  As always, be careful what you ask for!  Monday morning, two different friends reached out and invited me to go for a run with them this week.  Motivation or not, run I shall!