Valentine’s Day – A Poem in the Style of a One Line Story

I am digging through the trash

For the tiny red heart you

Drew on a post it note right before

The marker dropped from your hand

And the line made that annoying long beep sound

And the doctors and nurses rushed in

And pushed me out

But not before I saw them toss

Your heart in the trash

And CLEAR it, CLEAR it out of the way

So they can see the clock

That records the Time

And now I’m left looking for it

In the pile of this is unfair bullshit garbage.

I “borrowed” this picture from my friend, Loriann B‘s FB page. I’m not sure if she took it or if it was from someone else. If this is your image, please let me know do I can give you proper attribution. Thank you!

This poem was written in a one sentence story style suggested by Amaya/Gospel Isoceles for her D’Verse MTB Challenge. It doesn’t truly meet the challenge because it doesn’t meet the parameter of the story to be odd/whimsical and true however I do think it describes an event that can be considered “the end of the world as we know it”. Alas, I missed the link up, however this was defiantly a challenge that I will try again.

I also missed Patrick’s prompt #218-Tiny for last week but am “early” for his deadline on prompt #219- Dig for this week. I am totally on a streak for Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge – I hope this one still counts! I really loved Patrick’s poem for “tiny” – he is truly a glorious writer and photographer!

I did not get to do any celebrating for Valentine’s Day unless you include being able to sleep without a sick child on your chest a celebration. Having all your kids sick on the same week is really hard! And they all had something different! Thank goodness for my parents who stayed to help me this week. Today, everyone was up and about so hoping we have seen the last of whatever nastiness invaded our home.

I was able to get a much needed 10 mile run in today! Not that I needed 10 miles, but I needed to get out of house and be with (healthy) adults. The ladies I was with from my She Runs this Town/Moms Run this Town chapter were totally cool and chill, like “Yeah, we’ll just run this trail back and forth a couple of times and yeah, we did 9, let’s round it out to 10!” Seriously – we just chatted and did our intervals and next thing you know…BOOM! 10 miles done!

Check out our strong legs and cute sneakers!

This brings me to 69 miles for the Taji100! And we are just starting week 3! Between being sleep deprived and covered in throw up and feverish kids, and having this awesome run and keeping up with my miles – this week actually wasn’t the “end of the world.”

©️ 2020 iido

August Runfession #2 – A Running Update

I almost missed this month’s Runfessions – I think that’s the theme for this month…Running late!

Forgive me Hoka for I have sinned…

I runfess….I’m not keeping up with my training. Yes, I broke down (or got smart!) and looked up an 8-week training plan to get myself ready for the Hershey Half. It’s a pretty easy training plan, yet I’m struggling with the discipline of training.

I runfess…I’m jealous! I’m part of a wonderful group of running mamas – Moms RUN this Town (MRTT) – who are very active in their running and posting of their runs. I read about their runs and feel sad that I’m not running as much as they are, or going as far or as fast. But then I remind myself that we all have to “run our own race” and my race right now is to get myself to the start line and to finish without hurting myself.

I runfess…I’m looking forward to the 10 miler I’m running this weekend with my friend, Michele and my MRTT group. I’ll finally get to post a run! I may not be ready for this mileage jump (my longest has only been 4 miles so far), but I am needing the time to be outside and to move my body. Bonus for spending time with some cool mother runners!

This is my Runfession Reset! My running sole feels lighter already!

Dewey’s Balloon – A Rubaiyat

For them the day could never end too soon

To find a way to escape from the gloom

And hide away to their favorite place

So they jumped inside their big air balloon

And only bringing their most precious things

The Books filled with Words that made their heart sing

A basket of treats, a hot pot of tea

Mind, body and soul, this nourishment brings

Up, up and away, these two friends depart

‘Til landing upon their tree’s secret heart

A sweet libr’y home where they could be free

To read, dream, write – poetic counterparts.

I missed the deadline for Hélène’s “What Do You See Challenge” last week that featured the lovely picture above. I forgot it was due Monday so this poem remained marinating in my brain slowly turning into the rubaiyat form for Frank’s challenge at dVerse. (Feedback on this one would be appreciated as well!)

But this rubaiyat would not have fully come into being without a conversation I had with another lovely poet about our mutual history of library hiding. My deepest gratitude goes out to Gina who has been an inspiration and support in my writing and life journey. Thank you, dear friend! We shall run and find a library to hide in soon!

©️ iido 2019

You Go Girl! (An update)

I’ve been missing…I hope you’ve noticed…

No writing this past week – it’s been a little hectic with guests visiting and schedule changes. Actually that isn’t true: poetry and ideas for this blog have been running through my head but I really haven’t been able to write anything down or to sit and think about how to put the words together. I’ve been working on this post since Sunday – I started around lunch time and I’m just posting it now (Friday??!!!).

I did get to do one (1!!!) run this past week. It was on Saturday with my Moms RUN this Town chapter. A decent 10 miles to prepare for the half marathon I’m running in two weeks. I was out of the house and on my way to meet my running group at 5:30 am – it was me, the highway and slightest sliver of moon. By the time we met up and got moving, the dawn was just peaking behind the clouds.

This run actually wasn’t bad for me. It felt pretty “easy” compared to my previous long run. Maybe it was the weather (overcast and cool vs sunny and humid) but more likely it was the extra sleep I had gotten the night before!

My RB, Michele and I, finished 10 miles in about 2 hours and a bit. One of my motivations was meeting up with the other ladies who were running more/less miles or who were doing a C25K at the local Starbucks. It’s always energizing for me to be around other strong mother runners!

(Photo credit: M. Grotte. Thanks MRTT ladies for letting me showcase your awesomeness for my blog!)

One highlight of the run was when another MRTT member who wasn’t running that morning, drove by us and honked her horn, yelling encouragement out her window. Woohoo!! You go girl!! It’s always nice to be recognized (in a non creepy leering guy sort of way). It’s so important to me to recognize the strengths and accomplishments of other women in my life so being on the other end of that recognition was totally validating and just made me happy!

Guests should be gone and schedules should be back to normal next week. So be prepared for an onslaught of writing (imagine that last line being said with a flashing background that goes in and out and my voice with extra reverb). Imma going girl!!

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This post was originally supposed to be for the Pic and a Word Challenge #155 – Girls. Sorry, Patrick! Ended my streak but I hope to be back on the ball this week!

Shhh, be vewy, vewy quiet…

…I’m hunting wabbits!! (If you don’t know where this is from – you’re still a baby in my book; if this brings back memories – get your dose of nostalgia here!)

Don’t worry! No rabbits were hurt in the writing of this post! But let me tell you about this fun run I did a few weekends ago and you’ll see the connection.

I went for a run with three fabulous mother runners, Cara, Emily and Olivia, from my MRTT group. They are faster runners than me and had to do more miles than I did on this group run.

We were on an out and back trail so the plan was that I would turn back at my half way point and they would turn back with me, then go back out again to finish their miles. (BTW, I LOVE this about my RBs at MRTT, they really try to not let members run alone. We’re all in it together – start to finish!)

So, I’m about to turn around at the halfway point of my run, when I had this idea. Maybe it was from reading about Harrier runs or maybe it was my way of making up for holding them back with my slow, interval running. I had never suggested this before but the ladies I was with seemed like a fun bunch who were willing to take the challenge.

My idea: they continue their run (it was about an additional half mile before they needed to turn around to get their miles). Then, they could catch up with me on their way back (they were faster and I was doing run/walk intervals) and we would continue the rest of the run together.

Now, these ladies are faster than me by a good 3-4 minutes – which doesn’t sound like a lot but every runner knows that each second multiplied over a run is a lot of time. I figured I had about a 9-10 minute head start on them. At this point, my competitive self appeared and decided that my secret goal was to try to beat them back to the start before they could catch up to me (insert diabolical laugh here). So as long as I kept my pace, I figured, I had a chance. Did I mention that running math was not my strong suite?

Anyways…I’m chugging along, enjoying the scenery and trying my best not to devolve into just walking (which is my tendency when I run sola). I’m checking over my shoulder every now and then and see no sign of these lovely ladies. Now, I have to admit, I’m feeling pretty proud of myself, thinking, “Ha! Intervals do make for a faster run (at least for me). I am pretty awesome for keeping ahead of these mother runners who I know can run faster than I can without breaking a sweat!” I mentally pat myself on the back and promise myself a mocha latte for the ride home.

I’m a little over a mile from the start and had just passed a male walker. I think to myself, “Gosh, I still don’t see them – I might actually really beat them to the start! I can probably walk and still beat them.” I mentally give myself a high five and include whipped cream to that reward latte.

So now, I’m just walking and looking over my shoulder (lone male walkers/runners keep me on high alert). I go around a bend and after a bit, look behind and lo and behold…I see these awesome women totally catching up to me! Ack!!!! Panic!! I start to run like they are chasing me because clearly they are!! Be vewy, vewy quiet…but I can’t, because my breathing is like a 1-900 Operator (do you young’uns even know what that is?). And of course, I still have to take walk breaks every now and then (because my heart is going to explode). When I do, I look over my shoulder and see them getting closer.

At this point, I’m in full blown “OMG! They’re going to catch me” mode because my competitive self has come out and is screaming, “Go! Go! Go! Don’t let them win!!” I’m about fifty yards from the start and I am totally sprinting like those people on the shirt with the dinosaur chasing them because these mother runners are totally on my tail.

I see the finish line about 20 or so feet ahead! I think, “I can make it! Run Irma Run!!!” Then WHOOSH!! Cara totally smokes me and breezes by to the finish line!!

OMG!! These mother runners are TOTALLY DA BOMB!! Emily and Olivia were only seconds behind. Even my competitive self had to give these ladies props and sweaty high-fives. After getting some water and chatting, these freaking awesome mother runners turned around and finished the rest of their miles. That’s right – they totally did what amounted to a speed workout for about 3 miles then went on to finish up the rest of their 8 mile run. Drop mike.

THIS is what mother runners are made of…

So proud to have run with these kick-ass mother runners! Thank you for indulging my crazy idea and for one heck of a workout!! We’re calling this the “Elmer Fudd Run Challenge”!

That’s all folks!!

(Seriously, if you didn’t get that last line, how old are you?? I can probably be your mother…)

I’m a Runner, Not an ADDer*

*ADDer as in one who adds, not the venomous snake.

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On Saturday, my RB, Michele and I, were supposed to do 6 miles as part of our training program for the Hershey Half Marathon. We had run 2.5 with the rest of our MRTT group before we veered left on the trail to get more miles. Going right would have been about another mile back to our car.

At the beginning of our run....

So, we’re running and talking and discussing how many miles we had to do before turning back. We’re tossing numbers back and forth and finally decided to go out 2.5 then run back to get our 6 miles. Easy, right? Well…

If you do the math:

2.5 (done) + 2 (going out from split) + 2 (coming back to split) + 1 (from split off point to the car) = ….. wait for it…

7.5 miles on Runkeeper! Hmmm, overshot the required 6 miles by a tad…

Thank goodness Michele and I had a lot to catch up on! Another fabulous run in the books!

At the end of our run...see anything different?

(Notice anything different about our “before run” and “after run” pictures? How did you get that answer? Show all work for full credit.)

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Redemption! Went out for a quick 5k on Thursday with Michele. It was the first non-rainy day since the weekend. Humidity was high! The cloud cover definitely helped.

We did our usual route however one part was closed off due to construction. As we turned back, I worried that I would not be able to get my 3 miles in. Michele said not to worry, that I would hit 3 miles on the way back to the car. Lo and behold – 3 miles done, just like she said!

In conclusion, runners need to know how to do math, especially adding. Not only is it helpful in figuring out mileage, we also need to know how much we’ve spent on race registrations! 😁

Group Run Love

I’ve written before about my wonderful running group, Moms RUN this Town – but I’m doing a special shout out to my local MRTT Chapter. These women get me out and push me to run stronger every time. And since most of them are moms – they don’t put up with complaining or whining or any other BS.

Case in point, yesterday I was supposed to go out for a run, however:

Excuse #1: forecast called for rain. The sky was cloudy and it had been raining on and off all morning. But my running buddy (RB), Michele, sent me texts showing where we were running was rain free for a couple of hours.

Excuse #2: my kids started to whine about the possibility of rain, that they were hungry, that they wanted to bring a different helmet, that they wanted their bike and not the scooter, that they were worried about slipping if the ground was wet…you get the picture, right? But my RB said to just come up, if it rains, we’ll have lunch instead!

Excuse #3: on the way to the run, I needed to stop for a kid potty break, which would make us 15 min late for our meet up. But my RB said, no worries, I’ll wait for you!

(Sigh) All my attempts for getting out of the run were thwarted!

And I am so glad!!

We had a great run with minimal whining (adults and kids) and no rain. We even did hill repeats to break up our usual routine.

If I was running by myself…well, let’s just say this post would NOT have been about running!

So here’s to all the beautiful women who make up MRTT! LOVE my BAMR RBs!!

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