Rachael

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Dulaan Knit-In in Honor of FeralKnitter Janine Being In Town

This Sunday, 3-7, Chez Hehu (our house)

Please email me or drop a comment to get directions. Bring your Dulaan knitting and leave it behind — I promise I’ll get it mailed, although I’m notoriously bad at getting to the Post Office.

We’re gonna do it again, over at Runagogo.com. We’re going to move 100 miles in three months, starting April 1st. It’s a reasonable amount, not hard to do, just a little more than a mile a day, but if I don’t push myself, I won’t get there at all, so I need the push. How ’bout you?

And now, to celebrate, we have SWAG!

Yes, it’s the new Runagogo Store. And I’m happy to say that Cafepress has added plus-sized tee-shirts to their line, because, please, NO ONE I KNOW can wear their Jr. Medium size, not even my little pocket vegan friends.

Also, I’m gonna be running around Lake Merritt in Oakland on Saturday, March 31st. It will hopefully be my 100th mile, because I’m gonna JUST cross that finish line (shin splints bothering me again). Wanna run with me? With a little knit-out after that? You can finish the 1st quarter challenge or start the new one! Come on….. 

Sometimes, when I have a day off, I think the part I like best is waking up early and thinking about all the things I’m going to get done. I think about the long, leisurely run I’ll take with the dog, and the writing I’ll do at some nice cafe, sitting out in the sun, and the housecleaning that I’ll do while singing the standards, and the food I’ll cook for the coming week. I lie in bed, and I hear Lala in the shower, and I think all these delicious thoughts. Then I read a chapter or two of whatever I’m reading and I GO BACK TO SLEEP for three hours. I got up at 10:30am today (as opposed to 4:30am on days I work) and now it’s 11:30 and I haven’t done anything except have tea and cereal and answer emails.

But really, that’s okay. I would enjoy getting all those things done, and I enjoyed THINKING about getting them done. We find pleasure where it lives, right?

I was going to tell you about my car day the other day!

Last week, the station wagon started feeling funny. I pulled over a couple of times, sure that the tire was flat. Okay, no, I found that it wasn’t flat, but OHMYGOD, I think TWO lug nuts have come off one of the tires. I dragged a really unwilling guy away from pumping his gas to the dark alley where the gas station hid its inflation station to see if he could confirm that my tire was about to fall off because it was missing two lug nuts. I really, honestly think he thought I was going to mug him back there. I’ve never seen anyone so jumpy.

But no, he showed me that I was only missing the lug nut covers, not the bolts themselves, so that wasn’t it. The air pressure was fine in the tires, but at 30 miles an hour, the car wobbled and went whomp-whomp-whomp. At speeds higher and lower, it seemed okay.

The next day, unable to get to the auto-shop, it started making that sound and juddering between 20 and 40 mph. The next day, it did it quite a bit more, and then suddenly, on my way to teach my sock class, it did it at all speeds. I white-knuckled my way home on the freeway, going 30 as the the car went WHOMPWHOMPWHOMPWHOMP.

I didn’t even feel safe enough to limp it to Big O Tires in Alameda the next day, so I called AAA for a tow. No worries, I could drive the old convertible Nissan for a day or two. But when I walked back to that car, I found THREE flat tires on that bad boy.

With some fast talking and a very nice tow-truck driver, I got him to tow out both my cars on the same flatbed. I even got to hitch a ride with him to Alameda (I love riding in tow trucks — it’s like the engine of a train or the cockpit of a plane — somewhere rather mysterious that you know you don’t belong so you get the best view you can, while you can).

Tell me I wasn’t embarrassed though. I felt like shouting to the neighbors who were probably peeping out their windows, "THEY ARE NOT REPO-ING MY CARS!"

Turns out I had a bubble in my front tire that hadn’t been visible to me, but was obvious when they pointed it out. That was what was making the noise — the tire was beginning to separate. Also turns out that the car is ten years old, and the tires were eleven. Factory-issue, obviously, and high time for new ones. The car rides like a dream, and the Nissan drives again, and we’re broke and that was a lot to tell you just to justify this picture:

    Both my cars, heading out

Now. What am I going to do with my day and my cars that drive? Dogs needs walking, and I’m thinking about Pt. Isabel. Maybe today’s the day I’m going to multitask and take the computer with me — grab a picnic bench and let the dogs go crazy with the other dogs while I write. I always mean to do that and then forget completely until I’m up at the picnic bench, looking over the entire bay, thinking, what a great place to write!

And you, you enjoy your day, okay?

It’s kind of a present to myself, really, these last two blogs I’ve added to my life. Run-a-go-go and Write-a-go-go, they’re the carrots I’ve dangled in front of my nose, and in order to move forward with my goals, I click, and LO AND BEHOLD someone else has blogged, and they tell me what they’re doing, and in doing so, they encourage me to keep going. Little miracles, every time I turn the computer on. I love, love, love it.

It’s kind of always like that, though, ain’t it? The computer is a miracle.

So is this weather! And the light! The time change! How much do we heart the time change, people? Did you know it was a congressional decision driven by money? It means $100,000,000 more in golf clubs and greens fees alone. $300,000,000 more in barbeques and charcoal. We can’t even fathom how much money the candy industry poured into changing the dates, since they’ve been lobbying for it for decades now — Halloween will have an extra hour of light this year!

I have to say, I approve of these tax dollars at work. Day before yesterday I left work at 6pm, drove home, changed, got the dog and met my sister at the lake, where we ran our almost-three miles and then I went home and it was STILL LIGHT. Yesterday I went home and sat on the porch swing and read and it was STILL LIGHT. It was a perfect 72 degrees out there, with a breeze, and the sound of the kids on the football field across the creek, and the dogs lying on their sides on the porch….. The best.

Remind me to tell you about the cars! I keep forgetting, and it requires pictures, and I keep blogging from work, where the pictures aren’t.

*My happiness with the time change is helped that I get up for work at 4:30am, so it is ALWAYS dark, so my mornings haven’t changed a bit.

I guess I found time.
HERE YOU GO-GO.

I have been running! I should post this at Runagogo, but I find it rather daunting to write on two sites, so I’m just hanging out here, with you. (Or maybe I’ll cross-post this entry there later. Don’t tell). Yep, I’m running. I ran five miles earlier this week, three yesterday, and will run three again today. I’ve run 69 miles so far, and will be up to 72 by tonight.

I’m completely thrilled about the new daylight saving change — I never used to care, but working 6am-6pm means in these months I never, ever see daylight during my work week. Now, starting tomorrow, I’ll have some daylight after work and can run, or walk the dog, or just sit on the porch and listen to the creek while darkness falls.

I’ve been running with my NEW WATCH, the Forerunner 305. Well, okay, I ran with it yesterday for the first time, but it was so damn cool. I gadget myself out now to run. First, I plug my Nike+ sensor into my iPod Nano, and set up my run on that. Then I put in my earplugs and tuck away the iPod in the only place it doesn’t constantly say "Activity stopped, press the Menu key to resume" (which is SOOOO annoying when you’re running hard) which happens to be under my bra strap. And I’ve already strapped on the heart monitor under my clothes, and then I put on the watch and fire that up, and then, only when my iPod is talking to the chip in my shoe, and the watch is talking to not only the heart monitor but the satellites that track my progress, I’m off for my run.

It’s good stuff. It’s kind of weird, how enjoyable I find the tech side of running.

It’s making me wish, though, that I was better at channeling my motivation into what I really do, what I really WANT to do, which is, of course, writing. (I bought the watch with writing monies — that felt great.)

It’s just all that little living stuff that gets in the way, you know? Working and cleaning the house and walking dogs and mowing the lawn and knitting and seeing friends and cooking — where does writing fit? It sure as hell fit in November, when I wrote 2000 words a day. A day!

So I’m thinking about starting up another little challenge. The reason Runagogo has worked so well for me (and more than 500 other people, woot!) is that it was reasonable and do-able. And at the same time, that level of activity was very easy NOT to do, and therefore, I needed the push.

Wouldn’t that apply to writing?

What about a little Writeagogo action? Hmmmm? I haven’t had time to set up the site, won’t till next week, but what do you think? Anyone want to write reasonably and do-ably with me for three months? What is reasonable? I know I can do 1000 words a day without pushing TOO hard, but that would still be quite a push to do day in, day out. I’ve gone for that number before every day, and gave it up quickly, needing days off and weekend lie-ins. I’m loving the running three-ish times a week — that number’s working for me.

So I’m kinda thinking 3 times a week, writing 1000 words a day might work pretty well, too. No, it’s not very much. But dude, it’s more than I’m writing right now with all the nice little distractions that I create for myself.

Would anyone else be into something like that? Hmmm?