586.48 and holding.

586.48 miles in 2012

holding steady.

as i spin and do upper body and core and recumbent bike at the gym.

the moment you start to feel confident about your training and excited about your race, you will get injured.

so, the days have gotten very interesting.

i have my purple princess cast, and i have 5 weeks to go.  i’ve mastered showering and walking and sleeping.  i’ve lost the few pity pounds i put on with the advent of the cast.  and then some.  i’m training the rest of my body to be ready to run in july.  but.  it’s like my life before this marathon didn’t even exist.  was it a dream? were all those things i did even real?  how did i go through a whole season and not watch one dodgers game?  i never read a book.  there are so many things i need to do.

i can’t even imagine what’s coming next…an interesting turn in the road jumped out of the blue…but meanwhile, it’s 586.48.  and holding.

I still bleed blue.

I’m not following… Not really.

However, we are ahead of the hated ones.

Just sayin’.

Happy Friday!


…there is no joy in Mudville…


My students had to memorize this one year, and all during the game I was reciting it until my boys could stand it no longer.  It’s over, Dodger Fans. 

So long until Spring.


Casey at the Bat
By Ernest Lawrence Thayer Taken From the San Francisco Examiner – June 3, 1888  

The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play,
And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, “If only Casey could but get a whack at that —
We’d put up even money now, with Casey at the bat.”But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake,
And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;
So upon that stricken multitude grim melancholy sat;
For there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all,
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and men saw what had occurred,
There was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It pounded on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey’s manner as he stepped into his place;
There was pride in Casey’s bearing and a smile lit Casey’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.
Then while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
Defiance flashed in Casey’s eye, a sneer curled Casey’s lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped —
“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.

From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore;
“Kill him! Kill the umpire!” shouted some one on the stand;
And it’s likely they’d have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity great Casey’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on;
He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew;
But Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said “Strike two!”

“Fraud!” cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered “Fraud!”
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
And they knew that Casey wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

The sneer has fled from Casey’s lip, the teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville — mighty Casey has struck out.


I’m Off to see the Wizard

I have the day off today (~~cheers~~) and am off to see the Orthopedic Doctor.  Yes, Doctor.  They want to look at my foot.  I ran 2x this weekend, and felt fabulous.  Once on the treadmill, and once yesterday, outside with Kim.

Today, I limp gingerly walk across the floor…

I went to the Newcomers Lunch at church yesterday, and I cannot tell you how much I hate that kind of stuff, but I really love this church…They wanted to take everyone’s picture, so I hid in the back.  I have been dipped, dunked and sprinkled and saved so many times in my life it’s actually become a hobby.  Heh. 

Today, it’s going to be 80, and gorgeous. 

Congrats to Marcy for finishing her first marathon…I’m so glad for her!  She is like the Oprah of the blogging running community, except she doesn’t give away cars or anything!  Still waiting on a race report from Viper, too.

As for the Huskers, Razzdoodle, NikeMom and Husker Running, I want you to know I stayed on the treadmill that whole last run until they made their touchdown.  That was a great game!  (This does beg the question:  “Why do I read so many runner’s blogs from Nebraska?”

OOOOOOOOO The Dodgers made the series 2-1.  There is hope.  🙂

Aurora borealis comes in view.**

**Title from Flock of Seagulls, I RAN**

So, I have to come back.  Because, because.  I’m alive and have a purpose.  Right?  Here’s how my week went…and first of all, let’s get this out of the way.  I haven’t run since October 1st.  Why?

  1. Ending a marriage is a long, grueling process.  The only thing that has saved my sanity this year is running.  I had a long, drawn out meeting with the powers that be (aka, representatives of the state of California), and we are somewhat closer.  Somewhat.
  2. Have you ever had a day like Groundhog’s Day?  Every Day?  Each day I come in, there is some new drama, some fight, drug use, police arrest.  What happened yesterday in our lesson?  They don’t know.  They can’t remember.  One class is reading 7 Habits Of Highly Effective Teens, and they know.  Sort of.
  3. I open a journal on Monday.  Cocaine spills out all over me.  I think about those guys in TV who run the coke across their lips, and I touch it and wonder if I should do this.  I imagine myself at a United Airlines ticket counter with my credit card…”Take me however far this will get me.”  …because, that’s what happens when I drink.  I am sober, sober, sober.  The student is there the next day.  The book is not tested, and he is not in trouble.  A few weeks ago, two students were suspended for snorting cocaine through a mechanical pencil in two classrooms.  They were not expelled.  If you can’t get expelled for that, you can’t get expelled.  So much for zero tolerance.
  4. I have a doctor’s appointment for the PF on Monday.  I cannot tell you how disappointed I am that I didn’t do the 10K today.  I may not do the Half.  I don’t want to injure myself more, but maybe I just need to stop. running.  That being said, I must go to the gym and do something, anything to get back. 
  5. My love affair with ice cream was resurrected this past 10 days.  It’s over, because like any lover, it does get old.  It’s just cold, and makes me hurt the next morning.  Because I’m such a slug.
  6. I won tickets to Randy Travis at the Big Fresno Fair, and went with my gf Cathy last night.  As we are walking in one of those big halls, there is my ex-husband’s GIGANTIC Construction Company booths.  I walk over there, and no one is there.  I write Rick a nice letter, saying how glad I am that he is doing well.  The booth guy comes up and says, “Oh, you know Rick?”  I’m like, yeah, I was married to him.  He says, “Rick is in Baja with the boys…”  He also has two sons.  I was very happy for him.  My parting shot?  “I helped him get his license!”  (PS-THAT is why you are so rich, dude!)  I couldn’t help it.  Cathy and I were giggling.
  7. It was 20 years ago yesterday (10-10-88)  that:  (a) Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play, (b) The Dodgers won the 5th game of the NLCS to the Mets…I know this because, (c) I was moving out of #6’s house, and we were watching it as we packed.
  8. The Dodgers are down 2-0 in this year’s race to the World Series. 

I read an article in Runner’s World today, that makes me get on my running clothes.  It’s incredibly windy and sunny.  But, I’m off to the gym.  To run.  Or walk. Or lift weights.  I’m leaving before 2pm.  Before I can change my mind.

Ms. V’s Dodger Watch 2008

 (PS-This is a sticky post, and will stay up until the Dodgers are victorious in the 2008 World Series.)

Watching the Dodgers’ Pennant race for 2008.

Los Angeles

Arizona 3


Colorado E

San Diego E

Should be an interesting week.  LA vs. Arizona.  3 games back

Magic Number #3.

Today’s Game 9-24 LA vs SD 7:10 pm