Set me free, why don't you babe
Get out of my life, why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
You don't really need me
But you keep me hanging' on
Why do you keep a coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me
Set me free, why don't you babe
Let me be, why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
Now you don't really want me
You just keep me hanging' on
You say although we broke up
You still want to be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Set me free, why don't you babe
Get out my life, why don't you babe
Let me b, why don't you babe
Get out my life, why don't you babe
You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You want to still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else Hey!
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Now you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
True Love
Folks have asked about my race schedule this year... I'm writing it down so I can have something to point people to!
March 17: Rock'N'Roll National Half Marathon
May 12: San Diego ITU Olympic Distance Triathlon
May 20: Columbia (MD) Olympic Distance Triathlon
June 10: Eagleman IronMan 70.3 Triathlon
June 23: Garrett County Gran Fondo Savage Century (bike only)
July: Regional Championships?? Come on USAT! Time to declare the race venue!
August 18: Age Group National Championships, Burlington, VT
Sepetember 15: Savageman 70.0 (Deep Creek, MD... and WTF?!!!???)
Potentially another 8k or 5k or two...
I don't know about Nations or the Dc Tri yet. I might just massively volunteer.
Wish me luck!
--A
March 17: Rock'N'Roll National Half Marathon
May 12: San Diego ITU Olympic Distance Triathlon
May 20: Columbia (MD) Olympic Distance Triathlon
June 10: Eagleman IronMan 70.3 Triathlon
June 23: Garrett County Gran Fondo Savage Century (bike only)
July: Regional Championships?? Come on USAT! Time to declare the race venue!
August 18: Age Group National Championships, Burlington, VT
Sepetember 15: Savageman 70.0 (Deep Creek, MD... and WTF?!!!???)
Potentially another 8k or 5k or two...
I don't know about Nations or the Dc Tri yet. I might just massively volunteer.
Wish me luck!
--A
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Better Off Now
Attention
Pay attention
No mention
A sickest array
A mission
An admission
Ignition
Detonate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
Not one more word about it
Oh no don't think about it
No please don't think about it
Oh please don't think about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
A vision
Division
Revision
Recognate
An action
A reaction
Distraction
Question the fate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
We'll make these promises
We'll make these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
--Foo Fighters, "Erase. Replace."
Pay attention
No mention
A sickest array
A mission
An admission
Ignition
Detonate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
Not one more word about it
Oh no don't think about it
No please don't think about it
Oh please don't think about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
A vision
Division
Revision
Recognate
An action
A reaction
Distraction
Question the fate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
We'll make these promises
We'll make these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
--Foo Fighters, "Erase. Replace."
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Reap What You Sow
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
You're gonna wish you never had met me
We could have had it all
Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep
We could have had it all
You're gonna wish you never had met me
It all, it all, it all
Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.
--Adele, "Rolling in the Deep."
Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark
Finally I can see you crystal clear
Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare
See how I'll leave with every piece of you
Don't underestimate the things that I will do
There's a fire starting in my heart
Reaching a fever pitch
And it's bringing me out the dark
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Baby, I have no story to be told
But I've heard one on you
And I'm gonna make your head burn
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there
As mine sure won't be shared
The scars of your love remind me of us
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless
I can't help feeling
We could have had it all
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
Rolling in the deep
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
You had my heart inside of your hand
(You're gonna wish you never had met me)
And you played it to the beat
(Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)
Could have had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hand
But you played it with a beating
Throw your soul through every open door
Count your blessings to find what you look for
Turn my sorrow into treasured gold
You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow
You're gonna wish you never had met me
We could have had it all
Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep
We could have had it all
You're gonna wish you never had met me
It all, it all, it all
Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep
But you played it
You played it
You played it
You played it to the beat.
--Adele, "Rolling in the Deep."
Monday, August 8, 2011
So Fly
"I'm so cool, too bad I'm a loser
I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out
I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby
I'm so fly, that's probably why it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time."
--Barenaked Ladies, "Falling for the First Time."
My bike race on Saturday was a bit of a joke… I got dropped by the peloton at the first climb. My heart rate monitor almost exploded. I chased for about 5 miles, found another group that had been dropped and we worked together to try to catch the pack, but they were out of sight. Jumping into bike racing towards the end of the season is humbling. As a relatively successful triathlete I expected I would be able to “hang” for at least one lap of the course. Not so! Bike racing is a completely different beast.
Nonetheless, I was in Shenandoah with my bike, so there was still fun to be had. This was my “race recovery ride.”
I drove east from Luray on Route 211 to Skyline Drive and entered the park at Thornton Gap, near mile marker 31. I biked south.
14 miles from Marker 31 to 45: One hour ten minutes. 1100 feet of gain in the first 5 miles! But… it would all be worth it for the second half of the ride!
14 miles from Marker 45 to 31: Forty minutes. Lots of “whee.” Top speed 53 mph. At times it felt like skiing! The 11-year-old tomboy who crashed skateboards and built forts came to life.
Mile Marker 45:
I'm so smart, too bad I can't get anything figured out
I'm so brave, too bad I'm a baby
I'm so fly, that's probably why it
Feels just like I'm falling for the first time."
--Barenaked Ladies, "Falling for the First Time."
My bike race on Saturday was a bit of a joke… I got dropped by the peloton at the first climb. My heart rate monitor almost exploded. I chased for about 5 miles, found another group that had been dropped and we worked together to try to catch the pack, but they were out of sight. Jumping into bike racing towards the end of the season is humbling. As a relatively successful triathlete I expected I would be able to “hang” for at least one lap of the course. Not so! Bike racing is a completely different beast.
Nonetheless, I was in Shenandoah with my bike, so there was still fun to be had. This was my “race recovery ride.”
I drove east from Luray on Route 211 to Skyline Drive and entered the park at Thornton Gap, near mile marker 31. I biked south.
14 miles from Marker 31 to 45: One hour ten minutes. 1100 feet of gain in the first 5 miles! But… it would all be worth it for the second half of the ride!
14 miles from Marker 45 to 31: Forty minutes. Lots of “whee.” Top speed 53 mph. At times it felt like skiing! The 11-year-old tomboy who crashed skateboards and built forts came to life.
Mile Marker 45:
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sweet Mercy!
"With the leg bone connected
to the knee bone,
and the knee bone connected
to the thigh bone,
and the thigh bone connected
to the hip bone.
Oh mercy how they scare!"
--Various Recording Artists, "Dem Bones."
Knee update:
Two thumbs up for acupuncture.
Two thumbs up for a single cortisone injection.
MRI indicated "advanced illiotibial band friction syndrome" (which we all knew) and a touch of arthritis which is probably in both knees because I'm a runner and I'm old. Absolutely no tears of any kind.
Orthopedist: "Go run. Tell me what happens."
I will let you know tomorrow.
:)
Rocketts Landing, here I come.
to the knee bone,
and the knee bone connected
to the thigh bone,
and the thigh bone connected
to the hip bone.
Oh mercy how they scare!"
--Various Recording Artists, "Dem Bones."
Knee update:
Two thumbs up for acupuncture.
Two thumbs up for a single cortisone injection.
MRI indicated "advanced illiotibial band friction syndrome" (which we all knew) and a touch of arthritis which is probably in both knees because I'm a runner and I'm old. Absolutely no tears of any kind.
Orthopedist: "Go run. Tell me what happens."
I will let you know tomorrow.
:)
Rocketts Landing, here I come.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Why Concern?
What point could there be troubling?
Head down wondering what will become of me?
Why concern what we cannot see?
But no reason to abandon it.
Time is short.
--Dave Matthews Band, "Pig."
Believe it or not, I have an all-time *favorite* *song.* Considering how much music is a part of my life (heart, soul), I realized that it might surprise people that I can pick *just one song* and call it my favorite.
Quoting my favorite song (above), must mean I'm hitting the proverbial wall emotionally. One of the reasons I love this song is that when said wall appears, I can listen to it, and I'm reminded of the fact that I am so, so very blessed on this exact day, even if nothing changes and I die right this second, I would thank the Creator for the blessed sip of life that I was graciously given to live.
Right now, I feel like I need to listen to it over and over. My rational mind and my emotional heart are at odds with my current situation, and I feel that I have to pound the song into my brain at the moment, and it isn't sticking as well as I would like.
So here's the business: it has been about 4.5 weeks since the "incident" during which something peculiar happened to my knee and/or IT band and/or TFL such that I have experienced a sh*tton of anterior knee pain while running. My race calendar now officially reads: DNF, DNS, DNS. Phooey.
Oh, the knee. It bewilders. I thought it was getting better, then I ran just 3 little miles, and then in blew up again. Double phooey.
Treatments sought:
Physical Therapy
Results: I'm skeptical. I usually have a lot of confidence in PT, but for some reason, my progress was so miniscule that I barely noticed. Most days I felt worse after treatment. Yes, I know, that doesn't mean it wasn't working, but I decided to take a break for a bit. It was expensive, my PT was chatty and not working very hard, and she seemed confused by my up-and-down situation.
Massage Therapy
Results: good, but short-lived. Therapeutic massage can be quite painful, but I often felt quite good afterwards. It's expensive, so it will have to be used sporadically.
Acupuncture/acupressure/chiropractic
Results: good, but too soon to tell. I had my first treatment last week. The practitioner is an overtrained doc from China who is licensed in PT, Chiro, and needling, and when I see him next, I will bring my MRI CD.
Which leads to:
Orthopedics
Results: too soon to tell. The new orthopedist took an X-ray and had nothing new to report, so he ordered an MRI, which I had done this morning. I will go back for a reading of the pictures on Friday. Doc suggested that cortisone injections might be called for. A few people have expressed concern that cortisone injections can cause a breakdown of (what, exactly?) and warned against it, but I had 2 in my shoulder when I crashed my bike in 2004 and they helped immensely in reducing pain and inflammation. If this "issue" is simply a matter of inflammation in the IT Band, I say SHOOT IT UP and get this business over with.
Apparently I've been trying to throw money at a problem that only time and rest will fix.
Meanwhile, having to take a break from racing reminds me that:
1) I'm old.
2) I want a baby.
3) Those two things in combination are especially sucktastic, because:
3a) I am only getting older, and
3b) "Listen to your body" for me also means hearing the LOUD, OBNOXIOUS TICKING of that stupid clock, reminding me that I don't have a whole lot of time to make the baby thing happen, and then feeling the 2 ton weight on my chest when I think about never getting to hold my own child in my arms, never raising a family, never watching them experience the blessed sip of life, too.
It's like I had this switch in my mind that had two options: Racing and Mom. And if I wasn't doing one, I'd do the other. And now I have... neither. And I complain and pray for more from above. Does that make me a greedy little Pig?
They say the number one reason NOT to do an IronMan is to fill the void of something else that is missing in your life. If only my knee were healthy, that would be an option.
:)
Head down wondering what will become of me?
Why concern what we cannot see?
But no reason to abandon it.
Time is short.
--Dave Matthews Band, "Pig."
Believe it or not, I have an all-time *favorite* *song.* Considering how much music is a part of my life (heart, soul), I realized that it might surprise people that I can pick *just one song* and call it my favorite.
Quoting my favorite song (above), must mean I'm hitting the proverbial wall emotionally. One of the reasons I love this song is that when said wall appears, I can listen to it, and I'm reminded of the fact that I am so, so very blessed on this exact day, even if nothing changes and I die right this second, I would thank the Creator for the blessed sip of life that I was graciously given to live.
Right now, I feel like I need to listen to it over and over. My rational mind and my emotional heart are at odds with my current situation, and I feel that I have to pound the song into my brain at the moment, and it isn't sticking as well as I would like.
So here's the business: it has been about 4.5 weeks since the "incident" during which something peculiar happened to my knee and/or IT band and/or TFL such that I have experienced a sh*tton of anterior knee pain while running. My race calendar now officially reads: DNF, DNS, DNS. Phooey.
Oh, the knee. It bewilders. I thought it was getting better, then I ran just 3 little miles, and then in blew up again. Double phooey.
Treatments sought:
Physical Therapy
Results: I'm skeptical. I usually have a lot of confidence in PT, but for some reason, my progress was so miniscule that I barely noticed. Most days I felt worse after treatment. Yes, I know, that doesn't mean it wasn't working, but I decided to take a break for a bit. It was expensive, my PT was chatty and not working very hard, and she seemed confused by my up-and-down situation.
Massage Therapy
Results: good, but short-lived. Therapeutic massage can be quite painful, but I often felt quite good afterwards. It's expensive, so it will have to be used sporadically.
Acupuncture/acupressure/chiropractic
Results: good, but too soon to tell. I had my first treatment last week. The practitioner is an overtrained doc from China who is licensed in PT, Chiro, and needling, and when I see him next, I will bring my MRI CD.
Which leads to:
Orthopedics
Results: too soon to tell. The new orthopedist took an X-ray and had nothing new to report, so he ordered an MRI, which I had done this morning. I will go back for a reading of the pictures on Friday. Doc suggested that cortisone injections might be called for. A few people have expressed concern that cortisone injections can cause a breakdown of (what, exactly?) and warned against it, but I had 2 in my shoulder when I crashed my bike in 2004 and they helped immensely in reducing pain and inflammation. If this "issue" is simply a matter of inflammation in the IT Band, I say SHOOT IT UP and get this business over with.
Apparently I've been trying to throw money at a problem that only time and rest will fix.
Meanwhile, having to take a break from racing reminds me that:
1) I'm old.
2) I want a baby.
3) Those two things in combination are especially sucktastic, because:
3a) I am only getting older, and
3b) "Listen to your body" for me also means hearing the LOUD, OBNOXIOUS TICKING of that stupid clock, reminding me that I don't have a whole lot of time to make the baby thing happen, and then feeling the 2 ton weight on my chest when I think about never getting to hold my own child in my arms, never raising a family, never watching them experience the blessed sip of life, too.
It's like I had this switch in my mind that had two options: Racing and Mom. And if I wasn't doing one, I'd do the other. And now I have... neither. And I complain and pray for more from above. Does that make me a greedy little Pig?
They say the number one reason NOT to do an IronMan is to fill the void of something else that is missing in your life. If only my knee were healthy, that would be an option.
:)
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