InnerTeub

Not much to see here (my dog is cute, the weather is cold, and I miss training), so I give you this quote:

I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.
– EB White

If it’s going to be this cold, I’d just as soon have some snow around so I can go skiing.

(photo credit: Kim J & Stanely)

• Get up
• Whine
• Go back to bed
• Get back up.
• Shiver.
• Whine
• Brush teeth.
• Look for running clothes
• Locate shirt in dryer
• Remember that i need pants
• Locate pants
• Stub toe.
• Curse.
• Look for socks. Find one. Victory!
• Remember that I need two socks. Damnit!
• Find second sock. Sock #2 is different thickness than sock #1.
• Debate how much this will bother me while running.
• Decide “A lot”
• Look for different sock.
• Fail at finding new sock
• Suck up the different thickness socks.
• Reach for caffeinated Gu.
• Discover lack of caffeinated Gu.
• Curse.
• Look for gloves. Find gloves. Rejoice!
• Look for Ipod. Remember have not charged iPod in 4 days.
• Curse.
• Attempt to tie shoes while wearing gloves. Fail.
• Remove gloves, tie shoes.
• Leave house
• Step outside. Note that it is raining.
• And cold
• Curse.
• Go to start watch. Notice that I forgot watch.
• Curse
• Begin to notice how pretty everything is all covered in fog
• …until I start running and realize that water on the streets is turning into big sheets of ice.
• Run slow so as to not slip. (yeah. That’s it. That’s *exactly* why I run slow)
• Notice that ass has frozen and seems to be bouncing independently from my body.
• Bitch about ice on ground.
• Suspend bitching once sun rises and I notice how pretty the National Mall looks.
• Resume bitching when submerge foot in big puddle.
• Dream about the wonderful DC Spring weather, and the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler
• Conveniently forget that I am allergic to the cherry blossoms and will in no way be able to run while they are in bloom.
• Be annoyed that socks are different thickness and one shoe is looser than the other.
• Round the end of the Mall over by Lincoln. Look up at Abe, look at slick steps covered in ice and puddles leading up to Abe, and give him a wave, promising to visit him later.
• Get cold.
• Start to run faster to warm up and get home.
• Send Husband mental thoughts consisting of “Make breakfast and coffee…make breakfast and coffee…’
• Stop running fast. Pant.
• Resume slogging
• Get home
• Give Husband a big sweaty kiss despite the fact that he did not get the mental message of “coffee and breakfast”
• Hop in warm shower and think to self “I love running”
• Smile when I realize: I actually meant it. I DO love running.

Horrifying fact I learned today:

Only a single dissenting vote prevented the death penalty in Texas from being carried out by immersing the convicted person in a nest of fire ants.

I have very real fear of ants, a fear I think is completely logical given that I was swarmed by fire ants at the tender age of 3 and some days I can still feel them crawling on me.

I’m mostly horrified, but also slightly impressed, that the people who drafted the capital punishment code in Texas even considered fire ants as a potential execution method. Lord knows that would have deterred ME from committing a capital crime! (I mean, hopefully not the ONLY thing that would deter me, but still)

Checking in quickly to chat about the latest book I’m reading, Barack Obama’s “Dreams From My Father”.

My book club chose “Dreams From My Father” over “The Audacity of Hope,” and I’m glad we did, as it’s more interesting to me to read a story that was written before Barack Obama knew he would be running for President. It’s tone feels more authentic to me, and I do not read it with the nagging feeling that someone is trying to sell me something (I think ten years in D.C. is starting to wear on me a bit!) While it might not have the purpose or the message of “Audacity of Hope,” I feel the tone speaks more to who he is as a person, something I find just as interesting as the overall theme of the book.

It’s amazing to me to read our next President talk of cocaine use, drunk driving, pre-marital sex, but what is more amazing is that I hadn’t heard these things brought up during the campaign as a mark against his character, a way to score some points for his opponents. I think the reason it never was — or if it was, the reason it never caught on — is that these taboo topics are discussed in the book in the context of a life adrift, looking for meaning; of human mistakes that are made as one tries to figure out how to be an adult.

I like this. It strikes me as honest and real, and a great lesson that I think is missed as we watch political candidates sell themselves to the public in a ‘holier than thou’ light. I think morality is used a lot in political campaigns to appeal to people’s sense of how one *should* be, and as a result our leaders attempt to act as if they have never acted inappropriately. We know this can’t be the case, but we expect this of them anyway (do you really think Obama could have written this book now, as he was running for both the party nomination and then the presidency? Surely his handlers would have warned him against doing so, cautioning against the backlash from giving voters the wrong impression). I think if we gave our public servants a little more credit for being human, we might get a more honest view of who they are, and as a consequence receive a higher level of service and commitment from them.

Reading this book, I can’t say that I like Obama more than before I read it; in fact, I think on a personal level, I like him a little less. But I remain just as impressed with the message he brings to America, and the intellect and thoughtfulness his brings to his life, both public and private.

Three years ago today I let doctors hack into my heart (via my femoral artery) and fix the constant chipmunk beating. The day after the surgery, I wrote an email to some friends cataloging my favorite moments of the surgery, which I give you below.

(Also worth noting is that the day of the surgery is the first time the Boss met my parents — and he had to spend 12 hours with them making small talk while I was out of commission. I think our marriage was probably a forgone conclusion after that; I mean, how else are you going to get a return on investment?)

Anyway, my thoughts on the surgery, as expressed by me 3 years ago:

My favorite moments of the surgery, in no particular order:
1) Drugs. Drugs are cool.

2) Being consistently reminded that I’m like, the youngest person ever, in the cardiac ward.

3) Before the procedure I was asking when I could be up and about again and the guy was like “No running for at least a week”. So, I’m ok and saying “Huh. Yeah, prob. no biking either.” him: “Yeah.” me “Hmmm…. could I swim?” him: “Nah, you prob shouldn’t — what the hell is wrong with you? Take a week off for crying out loud! Jeez. sit on the couch and get fat like a real American. Sheesh”

4) I was more or less totally sedated the whole time (and totally restrained on the table), but every now and then I’d get un-woozy and look up from the table and start checking things out, going “Hey, what’s the monitor; what’s that thing to” and the next thing I’d feel is warmth running through the IV and the world getting woozy again. Yup. They were shutting me up via meds. Ok by me!

5) They kept shocking my heart to make it chimpunk, and once they got it going, they couldn’t get it to stop (umm…yeah, that’s why I’m here…), so the doc leans over and we have the following conversation:
Doc: “Ok, we need to stop then restart your heart. Have you ever had a shot of adenosine?”
Me: “Many, many times”
Doc: “Great then you know what to expect”
Me: “Yes. It feel like a mack truck is downshifting on your chest”
Doc: “Exactly. Deep breath …. [push the plunger]”

6) After the procedure was done, the heart tech. runs out and puts a pen into my hand. His comment? “You gave me your heart, I gave you a pen.” Awesome

So, Lance Armstrong’s on Twitter— he updates like 20 times a day — and posted this pic

It must be so surreal to know your words are that important to people. Guys, let me know if you have this blog on you when you get blown up in Iraq. I’ll sign it for ya.

Anyway, despite the cliche of someone who likes her bike liking a Lance Armstrong book (which I think makes me a certified tri geek), I still recommend this book to anyone who will listen. It’s a book about being so sick that you think you won’t ever be well, depression in losing a sense of self through sickness, and then getting over it. Oh yeah, it’s also about being a kick ass athlete and what it takes to be at the top of one’s game.

I related. When I look back to the time directly after I got out of the hospital, I wince in remembrance. I struggled — unknowingly — for a long time to regain the sense of self that I lost when I got really sick. It’s clear to me in retrospect but at the time I was just living day by day, completely unaware of how much pain I was really in.

Of course, I didn’t have to win the Tour de France to get over ‘it’ — nor am I a kick ass athlete — but then, I wasn’t mostly dead with cancer, so I think its all proportional.

It was hard to get through at parts, but I think it may be one of the loveliest books I have ever read.

Snerk