Archive for July 2008

Virtual Training Run #6: Running under Turner’s skies

Thursday, 31st July 2008. Filed in Running7 Comments »

At about 9 pm England-time on Tuesday, I grabbed my non-virtual partner, laced up my running shoes, and hit the road for the latest installment of virtual training. Crunchy husband and I don’t run at night very often, so it’s always fun to have these opportunities to go out when the world’s chillin’ at a slower pace. The air was cool, and felt fresh– the farmers were watering the fields next to our path.

It was a pretty uneventful run, which I think is what we both needed, quiet time to decompress from the day. We simply ran from our house down to the Monkton roundabout and back along the fields. At one point a bat fluttered by. It could’ve been a black bird, but we decided it was a bat because a) it sounds cooler and b) with a bat cave about a quarter of a mile from where we were, it was certainly possible. On the way home, a hunting kitty looked up at us, annoyed. I think he thought we were going after his mouse in the field. We passed as quickly as possible, which at that point wasn’t very quickly at all, so he could get back to work.

The best part of the run was the sky. I like to run with my camera, but I didn’t on Tuesday because I figured it was going to be dark, and it’d be a waste of energy. Oh mama, was I mistaken! The artist JMW Turner once said, “the skies over Thanet are the loveliest in all Europe.” I haven’t visited too many places in Europe, but let me tell you, the sunsetting skies where I live now are something else. The dusky sky on Tuesday made me regret my decision not to bring the camera. The pink strips of cloud and jet stream glowed in the wake of the setting sun. It was beautiful. (Sunsets are probably the only time you’ll hear me use “beautiful” and “pink” in the same description.) It was the perfect cap to a peaceful and calming jaunt out.

Virtual Training Run# 6 Stats:

Distance: 4.0 miles (no 10k for us at 9 pm!)
Time: 36:29
Pace: 9:06 min/mile

For recaps of other virtual runs from around the world, check out these blogs:

  1. e-rod – Freeport, Bahamas
  2. Jaymie – Alabang, Philippines
  3. DATC – Philippines
  4. Caloy – Davao, Philippines
  5. Stephanie – New York City, USA
  6. Hitme – Quezon City, Philippines
  7. Jinoe – Makati, Philippines
  8. Chefsy – Philippines
  9. Chaia – Australia

Virtual training is back

Tuesday, 29th July 2008. Filed in Running2 Comments »

I just received an email: virtual training is back in action. Yahoo! The deal-i-o is simple. We all run, or bike, or swim at a preset time, so that we’re all training together around the world.

Virtual Training Run #6:

DATE: 29 July 2008, Tuesday (US East Coast)
TIME: 6:00 P.M. (US East Coast time)
DISTANCE: 10 km/6 miles (or whatever you wish)

Unfortunately, 6 pm Eastern means 11 pm in England, which is way, way, WAY past my bedtime. Plus, I have to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to help coordinate surfing, beach art, and Beach Blast activities tomorrow (I’ll be all day on the beach- life’s tough, I know!), so I may be running the “pre-wave” tonight when I get home, and then thinking of you all as I fall exhausted into bed.

Views from the Lovebox, Part II

Wednesday, 23rd July 2008. Filed in Crunchy grooves, Photography3 Comments »

Dengue Fever

Dengue Fever @ Lovebox

Dengue Fever @ Lovebox

Lykke Li

Lykke Li @ Lovebox

Groove Armada

Groove Armada @ Lovebox

Groove Armada @ Lovebox

Views from the Lovebox, Part I

Monday, 21st July 2008. Filed in Crunchy grooves, Photography2 Comments »

Blue lights, blue sky

Groove Armada @ Lovebox

Sun setting on the crowd @ Lovebox

Post Event Anxiety Disorder

Wednesday, 16th July 2008. Filed in Family and friends5 Comments »

Apparently, I’ve grown to be the kind of person that freaks out after the fact. I used to get anxious about shots or getting blood drawn, but now I can do it without worrying and shaking (too much). However, I feel weak in the knees as I’m walking home 10 minutes after the needle’s punctured my skin.

A month ago, one of my best friends asked if I would please be a part of her beauty consultation team and help her and her beautiful bride get ready for their wedding. I accepted with honor, despite not being what you’d say hip in the primping department. The last beauty magazine I can recall reading is so last century. The team also consisted of one of my other friends who, like me, looks at blow dryers and mascara as mysterious entities too scary to fathom, and one who totally knows how to rock the make up world. I wasn’t worried too much though because the request was basically a request to help her put her shirt on.

As it happened, everything went very well, if I do say so myself. We were able to suitably finish up the brides’ glowing natural beauty in a way that Shan’s mother exclaimed, “it’s still my daughter!” I think she may have been worried the circus was coming to town and landing itself at her daughter’s wedding. I was even able to bust out my french-braiding skills on the spot. They were a bit rusty, having not really french-braided since high school, but in the end, no one shouted in horror at Julia’s hair, so we did okay. (My mom reminded me later I received the women’s choir award for best french-braider, but I’ve always believed this was less a statement about my hair-styling skills and more a statement about my vocal qualities.)

And yet, last night I had the craziest dream that we were back two weeks and it was the morning of the wedding. Shannon’s hair was shorter than usual but it looked fine. However, Julia had dyed her hair pink and yellow. And then shaved columns out of it and mohawked the center short bits. I walked in, and was just like, oh my god, has your mom seen your hair?! What are we going to do? The dream didn’t last beyond that thank goodness, but I remember thinking it was all my fault.

I’d like to blame the full dose of advil pm I took to help me sleep last night, but I don’t think the dream was (too) drug-induced. I’ll be back to my usual half-dose if I need it tonight, though.

Me and the beautiful brides, sans pink and yellow mohawk, thank goodness!

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