Hello my sweet 11315miles readers! I’m blogging on a Monday because guess… am I furloughed or is it a DC snow day? Yeah, Just when you thought it was safe NOT to go back to work, we received a generous helping of snow and I’m not making this up, DC is shutdown. It’s a good thing too, because I think it would absolutely be disastrous driving on the freeway. Just not worth it for people or emergency responders. All I can say is when we finally do get back to work ~ trying to figure out our time cards will be a whole lot of fun. That’s a joke if you didn’t get my sarcasm.
My Dad called me the other day and was like, “so what are you doing with your time“. That is a loaded question Dad.
The first week was all about lists. All the things I’m gonna get done. Hot damn! On a normal work week I wake up around 4:30 am and I’m out the door before or at 6:00 am to make the train. The first furlough day I slept until about 6:00 am. I was like dammmnnnnn, I need to get up and stop being so lazy! Then it slowly creeped to 7, then 7:30… hmmm. But I’m still getting some mad miles in and a mani/pedi every so often. The second week I was still looking at my list, then I made another list from the first list. Call it an improved list. I have watched all of the Good Girls season 1 on Netflix™ ~ I highly recommend it ~ dark but funny. I watched Bird Box…uh twice. Once by myself and the other with my friend. It’s always fun to watch a show the second time so I could really analyze and criticize what was actually happening. Oh I baked chocolate chip cookies and got kinda of sick from eating the dough. There might have been a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon in there somewhere…
I did get up a little earlier this week because I am trying to get my Virginia drivers license. I’m convinced when Danté wrote about the 9 Circles of Hell he had a premonition about a state agency that would be created in the future called the DMV. I believe that the DMV is clearly the 9th Circle of Hell, Treachery. The first time I went (yes, my friends there is more than one visit) I read the website and brought all the supporting documents. I was 3rd in line. Just to say that literally blows my mind right now. I mean what normal person is 3rd in line at the DMV? A furloughed person my friends a furloughed person. I hand my documents to the lady and she says “do you have a passport or birth certificate”. Uh…why yes I do, but not with me. The website says you only need that if you don’t have a valid drivers license in another state. She looks at me and says “I’m sorry, you need to have that too”. I mentioned that’s not what the website says as I eyed cop in the corner. I’m sure he had me pegged for a rabble-rouser. So I smiled took my documents and did what any furloughed individual would do and went to the gym.
I went back the next day for part deux, Saturday. You know what this means ~ people are off and they are going to Hel…oops I mean the DMV. I get there around 7:45 on Saturday morning, it’s 27 degrees and the line is already reaching down around the building. I take one look and I say to myself, hell no. I do a drive by towards the exit and the only thing was missing from this scene is me rolling down the window and yelling “I’m on furlough – I’ll come back on Monday”! Maybe do a doughnut in the parking lot and spill my Starbucks™ on the outside of my Subie for visual effect. Then I went to the gym. It was on my list.
Oh and I went to Chili’s Bar and Grill for Heavens sake – there might have been a margarita in there somewhere.
That brings us to today, Monday, the snow day and week 3 of the furlough. Now you may ask yourself, hmmm the Federal Government is shut down because of the snow, does this mean the State run DMV is shut down as well? Well, it’s a crap shoot ya’ll it really is. (I just ended my sentence with a preposition). I was there this morning with about 3 other people. I sat in my car because the building was dark at around 7:50 am, not a good sign that anything will be happening anytime soon in Hell. Which is shocking because isn’t Hell always hopping? It’s like – “welcome to Hell – this place is LIT”! As the clock approached the witching hour of 8:00 am I sauntered to the front door and stood behind one guy holding his VA plates. He looked at me with sad, searching eyes then mouthed the words only our Creator could answer ~ “do you think they’re going to open”? I almost felt sorry for the guy. Heck I felt sorry for myself that I actually got out of my car instead of gunning it on the ice in the parking lot. I mean I’m such a glutton for punishment. I caught myself and in my most unassuming sarcastic voice I could muster – with a small smile, I mouthed the words “nooooo“. Then he raised his voice and yelled to the Gods – “this isn’t right”! With that I bid the gentleman good day, turned on my heel and nearly busted my rear on the ice. The 9th.Circle.Of.Hell. I got into my car and went to the gym.
Miles this week
One thing I can say, nothing beats miles on a furlough. I am in week two of my Shamrock Marathon training. I did a combination of treadmill and outdoor running this week. I was a little wimpy with the cold and did my long run of 7 miles on the treadmill. It was actually pretty nice because I concentrated on foot strike.
I also got my new running shoes ~ Saucony™ 10 Riders. Buying running shoes is funny now because just like cars, you can buy last years model. I can hear the sales person now, “well these are solid, but the 2019 s have stronger laces and are about .000000001 percent lighter – plus they come in purple”. Yeah, you know what give me the 2018 s that are half off. I scored 120$ shoes on sale for 50$ baby!
The next photos are from my walk out in the snow. I was able to log 3.06 that day. I love walking in the snow, winter is such a beautiful season.
I was able to get in 26.15 miles this week. I have 5142.66 miles remaining on my journey. I hope this post finds you in a great state of mind and with much gratitude. Happy Miles to You!!
I love the forest and the trees…I thought this was a fitting song by the Cure.
Happy Monday ya’ll.
Happy Furlough Monday my friends. That’s right, I’m part of this big furlough funding mess. Going on week three here in the big DC.
Without getting too political I will just say ~ enough already! I’m ready to go back to work. I’m a bit of a workaholic. Yes…I’m one of those. I love to work. Of course it helps to love your job, but I’m getting very annoyed. I mean how many mandalas can I draw to relive stress? It would be nice if they would leave the working folks out of the funding mess – let’s keep the big projects (AKA the Wall) out of normal every day life funding shall we? Please fight on someone else’s dime, preferably our senators and representatives. I overheard someone saying, wow, I wish I could get a paid vacation. First of all, I’m not getting paid right now. Will I get back pay, yes that is the plan, but just think of all the work that is piling up right now? That is the downside and no that isn’t fun….at all. It is going to be a real ass-kicker when I return. Mentally and figuratively I’m sure! The upside… I’m getting some mad miles in… oh and I did get a pedicure today too. Funny thing is there were other ladies in the salon on furlough! Should have served wine.
In better news my training for the Shamrock Marathon in March has begun. I started on Saturday and not too much to report but I kicked it off with a five-mile run. My goal for this marathon is to have an average pace in the 10s. Normally, I’m rocking an average 11, but my goal is to eventually run a marathon with an average pace in the 9s. Mind over matter, mind over matter, mind over matter….yes Dorthy, mind over matter.
I need shoes like that…oooh maybe some running shoes….yaaassss!
I will have a nontraditional training plan this time around because I want to keep cycling. Meaning…I don’t want to lose my momentum on the bike, so something has to give. I have been getting miles in every day if possible. A combination of walking, running, and cycling. Throw in about three (four because I’m on furlough) days of strength training and I’m a busy girl. Getting it done.
Pain level is at a steady 3 – 4 out of 10. Still in the right lower side. MRI and X Ray are on Friday and will see where we go from there. No, get that thought out of your head. I will continue on.
Of course my long run was on a rainy day. Sometimes I think, hmmm should I just go inside? Nah, not always. It wasn’t bad and normally on those days, no one is on the trail. This is what my run looked like:
I kept it in the 10s! It wasn’t a bad run and I felt okay. Some slowing down on the hills to ensure footing.
My week was a good one ~ I completed 51.33 miles. I have 5185.49 miles gratefully remaining. I hope this post finds you in good spirits for the new year. Remember, nothing lasts forever – even a government furlough. Happy Miles to You!!
This came up on my playlist this weekend and was appropriate. Absolutely love Annie Lennox and the acoustic version is awesome.
Happy Sunday fellow readers. I hope everyone had a wonderful Holiday and is looking forward to the new year and NYE. I’ll be honest, I’ve never really seen the pull of NYE. Sure, I’ve gone out and celebrated – heck I’ve even seen the ball drop in NYC. You want to indulge in crazy, go see the ball drop. I think everyone should experience that once in their lives. There was Dick Clark’s Rocking New Years Eve on the T.V. back in the day. But to be honest I usually was like – meh – who cares. This year I do plan to ring it in with friends here in DC. Let’s hope I don’t fall asleep at the table.
I spent my Christmas in Phoenix this year. It was bitter-sweet to see the place I left. Some photos:
This is the best time to visit the desert in my opinion. Warm enough for shorts and cool nights, no blustering heat. I was able to get in some running, walking and hiking while I was visiting.
December has been a great month for miles. This two-week recap saw 134.65 miles earned with 270.24 miles completed for the month. I’m happy to say I beat 2017’s miles by 256.40. Not the level I wanted to achieve, but at least it was more than last years. I look forward to breaking 2018’s number in 2019.
This Saturday was such a lovely day I was able to take the bike out for a spin and ride the Mt. Vernon Trail (really have to find another route) and cross the bridge into Maryland for a nice 19.88 miles. A little chilly in places and crowded! It seemed like everyone was out. I was dodging people constantly.
Other exciting news is I have registered for my first marathon of 2019. I will be running the Yuengling Shamrock Marathon March 17, 2019 in Virginia Beach, VA Let the madness begin. This will be my 3rd marathon.
I’m going to go ahead and call 2018 with a total of 1046.36 completed. I have 5236.82 miles gratefully waiting in my journey. I hope this post finds you in an easy state of mind. Reflective, yearning, excited and radio-active.
Happy Miles to You!!
What would you do to be happier? That my friends is a very loaded question.
I wish I could say 2018 was a banner year. Let’s just say I am looking forward to 2019. I just got around to “updating” my working status on Facebook (not that it’s necessary) to living in the DC area and working at the National Archives and Records Administration. Those in my inner circle laughed a bit and yelled “old news”! I kept it on the low burner because it was a major change and upheaval. This isn’t a negative post but a post about growth, change, uplifting myself and somewhere down the line winning.
After serving in the Army as a logistician, Army wife, mother and eventually a civilian which totaled about 20 years I decided that I needed a “change”. From there I moved to Phoenix, AZ and went to esthetician school to, how can I say this, entertain my more artistic side. I have always played a balancing act with my technical side and my artistic side. I decorated cakes for many years and found being an esthetician to be artistic but on another level. Unfortunately, there were many things about it that just didn’t fit and so I moved on to work for a private business.
I have never publicly written about my time at this place of business. It was the first time out of college that I had worked for a private company and not the government. I worked directly for the CEO/owner and all I can tell you it was 9 months of pure hell. I have no sympathy for the devil of which he must have been related. Sitting on the couch with him during my third interview I knew taking this job was a mistake. There is something in trusting your gut. But me, being who I am, I was willing to give it a go. Worst.Decision.Ever. He ran me ragged and was prone to changing his mind constantly, not in a good way, and wanted to be treated like a king. The only task I will bring up just to give you insight was stocking the personal fridge with Perrier™. He drank massive amounts of Perrier™ and required his personal refrigerator to be stocked daily. He drank the lemon and lime flavor and I would place the bottles lined up with labels facing the front. They had to be perfectly in order by flavor…. yeah think about that for a moment. I mean I can be type A, but damn.
I decided that I needed another change, but most of all I needed to make myself happy and take control of my happiness. Believe me, this is a hard tasks for Catholics. Guilt anyone? I felt for the three years I was in Arizona I was just floating through a fog. Arizona was pretty…in parts, but it just wasn’t for me. That’s right class, at 50 you can decide to change – and change I did. Daunting.Scary.Unpredicable. Yes, all of those words and a whole lot more.
I started feverishly applying to other jobs ~ everywhere. I prayed. I cried. From time to time I felt sorry for myself. Oh, and I flew to Dublin, Ireland and ran a marathon in between this mayhem. I would wake up early in the morning and apply for jobs all day long. Sometimes even on weekends. I was relentless. I can remember starting my day with this saying:
“Help me find the right job, the right place, I’m ready for the good stuff”.
Everyday. Day after day, for nine months (no symbolism here – lol) until I finally got a call from the National Archives and Records Administration. I had been wanting to get out of the logistics field and I applied for an Executive Assistant job to the Archivist of the United States of America in DC. After three interviews, I got the job. It was one of the happiest and scariest days of my life. I had no apartment and only one friend in the area. I packed up my Subaru and drove across country to my new life in DC.
I was extremely lucky for my friend Rajni who lived and worked in the area. It was like she was there at the right place and time. I owe her a debt of gratitude I will never be able to repay. I stayed with her for a few weeks and eventually found my own apartment. The transition was mentally hard. I hadn’t lived in an apartment since my 20s. Making that move from a big house to a small apartment wasn’t easy. All the things I had I left behind ~ I only took the necessities. Again mental, but necessary for change. Sometimes you throw things out to the Universe. You taunt it by saying – “only if”. Then the Universe throws it back and says “put up or shut up”. So then you have a choice to take the “red or blue” pill.
“You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I’m offering is the truth.” ~ The Matrix
I took the red pill. I wanted to find my truth – and so I did. I left with what I could fit in my car and drove across country, by myself, in search of better. Change is so hard.
There were times I would walk through my apartment looking at all the nothing. I would sit in the silence on some days and just think about what was next. I would get up each day and push a little further, grow a little larger, and eventually smile a little wider. When I think back at the first time I stepped into this apartment there was a sense of despair and laughter. There were days I would cry and days I would walk through laughing that this was mine. I did it.
The job, what can I say. I work for the Archivist of the United States in downtown DC. He is amazing and the people I work with equally amazing and talented. An academic atmosphere. Even better, I like everything about the place and what we do for the country. I can say I’m very happy. I’m happy living in DC and with my job. It has been a little over 10 months and I love my truth, my little red pill.
I am learning to embrace my future. I continue to expand and grow. In order to move forward you can’t dwell on the past. Study it. Accept it. Challenge it. If a little 50 year old female can do it, so can you. Change is so damn hard, mentally, physically and spiritually. If you find yourself contemplating about 2018 and where your going, might I suggest taking that red pill? Open wide and wash it down with your favorite beverage.
I hope this post finds you with a hot crazy determination for life. The kind that burns the soul, makes you cry and shake and demand you do whatever it takes, however hard it may seem, to stay the course and find your truth. Yeah, there’s going to be plenty of dead bodies along the way ~ so bring the body bags and a big ass shovel to bury that shit. Six feet down – three feet wide – cover it all nice and pretty, dust off those hands and make a sign of the Cross if you have too. It’s over. Happy Miles to You!
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