Medal No. 17, Stranger Things 2, Halloween, NaNoWriMo

In the interest of time and space, here’s a recap of how I ran 13.1 miles in the pouring rain and ruined my phone, how we celebrated Halloween and Salem’s Supposed 10th Birthday, and why I’m taking another stab at National Novel Writing Month with my third novel.

My goal to run 20 half marathons by the time I turn 40 is moving along nicely. On Saturday, the day it monsooned in East Tennessee, I ran my 17th long-distance race. Before readying my cell phone for a wet run in ziplock baggies, I snapped this photo of the windshield.

Oh, the irony.

Fast forward two and a half hours and I crossed the finish line fully drenched but pleased with my run. It wasn’t until I was safely back in the car that I realized water had seeped into the baggie and, therefore, into the phone.

{insert expletives here}

I tried to make a call and couldn’t. The camera wouldn’t work. The speakers wouldn’t work. I was so mad at myself for deciding to run with the phone. I thought listening to an audiobook would distract me from the rain (it did!), but I also thought I’d taken enough precautions to keep my phone dry (I didn’t!). I drove home and immediately put the phone in a bag of dry rice for 24 hours.

The screen is streaked and the phone works fine, from what I can tell, but the forward-facing camera still does not work, which is the CRUELEST IRONY OF ALL for a photographer.

Still, I earned Medal No. 17, and I plan on getting Medal No. 18 in two weeks.

In between the race and Halloween, Chuck, Jackson, and I binged the second season of Stranger Things. (Jeremy opted out.) I loved it as much as I hoped to, but I was disappointed in the amount of profanity in the second season, particularly since Jackson was watching. Every episode I reminded him, “We don’t talk this way, remember?” It was just too much, and frankly, unnecessary. That complaint aside, I thought the plot of Season 2 was an excellent continuation from Season 1, particularly with the inclusion of Max. (I could’ve done without Max’s brother and about 85% of Episode 7.)

This, by far, was my favorite scene. I melted:

Halloween rolled around and we took Jeremy (as Ron Weasley) and Jackson (as Big Nate – his imaginary best friend and book character) to our friends’ house to trick-or-treat. I don’t have a photo of them because I didn’t bring a camera.

Actually, that’s not true. Here is a photo from trick-or-treating:

Only the front camera works (i.e., the selfie camera), and it’s actually terrible.

Oh well.

Before Halloween got away from us, we took a few minutes to celebrate Salem, our wonderfully fat black Halloween cat. As I’ve mentioned before, we have no idea when his actual birthday is, unlike Major, whose birthday is December 9. So, we selected October 31 for our favorite feline and celebrated what might be his 10th year on Earth (we aren’t sure about that either) by giving him a can of tuna.

Finally, since today is November 1, I am making a second attempt at finishing my third novel during National Novel Writing Month. I’ve participated three times before and was successful in both 2013 and 2015. Last year was a wash, but here’s to trying again! (Maybe I only write novels on odd years?) I fully admit to starting the month ahead of schedule because I still have 3,000 (or so) words from last year that I’m recycling. There’s only one story to tell right now, so I’m not starting a new one.

Medal No. 16

For the first time in my long-distance running experience, I thought the race would be cancelled. The weather forecast ranged from a 70-90 percent chance of thunderstorms every hour for ten hours straight. There was no way around it. The race would go on rain or shine, but thunder and lightning would close it down. By the time I went to bed Saturday night, I was certain that I’d show up to the start line already drenched, maybe get a chance to start the race, only to have us pulled off the course for safety.

When I woke at 6:30, the sky was light gray, evidence that the storm hadn’t arrived yet. If it could only hold off a few hours, I thought. I readied myself and drove to the event with a few sprinkles on the windshield. Just hold off, I continued to pray. Just wait.

We started promptly at 7:30 a.m. The air was so damp that the humidity had to be 100 percent, but with the temperature at only 70 degrees, it wasn’t bothersome. As each mile passed, I counted the mileage that remained and felt grateful that the storms hadn’t arrived.

By mile six, a light drizzle began. No problem, I thought. I’m almost half way done. By mile eight, the drizzle turned into a gentle rain. Still, no thunder, no lightning. At mile ten, the rain got and stayed heavier, but with only three miles to go, I didn’t care. I was going to finish no matter what.

There were steep hills and a steady rain, and I’d only accomplished ONE long run (10 miles) while training, but I crossed the finish line in 2:22, in keeping with my usual pace (give or take). Once again, muscle memory and mental strength endured.

I spent the rest of Sunday in bed watching Masterpiece Theater episodes (Victoria) that had collected on my DVR. Occasionally, as I enjoyed pizza and homemade cookies, I’d glance over at my medal collection and feel grateful that I started running ten years ago. I am not stick-thin, and depending on the day, one might be surprised that I’m a runner at all. But I don’t run for anyone else. I run for me, for those medals, to combat the dysmorphia and to clear my head and to bring balance to my life.

Since summer in the South is unbearable, I’ll stick to the treadmill and lifting at the gym during the hottest months. Now I’m on the lookout for a couple of fall and winter races so I can keep adding to the collection. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, one day I will not be able to do this. Today is not that day. 

Secret City Half Marathon

I wanted to run one more race this year but didn’t want to fork over all the cash for traveling, hotels and high entry fees. Luckily, I found a “no frills” race in Oak Ridge (nicknamed the Secret City). Score! It was easy to get to and easy to maneuver. But when they say “no frills,” they really meant it. They meant only three water stations along the 13.1 mile route and NO BATHROOMS. It’s a good thing I didn’t have to go, because if I did, I would’ve had to squat in the bushes like the rest of the runners.

Which I’ve done before. Ahem.

Anyway, somehow I secured my fasted time ever – 2:07:06. With each race I’m getting faster, which is funny because I don’t feel like I’ve gotten faster by the time I’m dredging along mile 12. Still, I’m quite pleased, and I was even MORE pleased to see I had fans on the sidelines. What a treat!

This makes medal No. 11, which I am so proud to acquire. And now I’m on the lookout for my 12th race because even numbers are better than odd.

10 Precious Medals

Chuck gave me the Precious Medals shadowbox a year and a half ago (he commissioned an artist and everything!), and it’s taken me that long to add two more to the collection. Since the inside of the box is complete, he screwed hooks into the bottom of the frame for my Atlanta and Knoxville medals.

Thanks, hon. I love, love, love it.

Currently there isn’t an upcoming race on the agenda, but that’s mainly because ideal running weather is about to end and I refuse to suffocate in Southern heat and humidity for any reason. Surely there will be something to run in autumn when crisp, cool mornings return.

Shadowbox

My race medals no longer have to hang via thumbtacks on a bare wall. Now they are cozily placed inside this custom-made shadowbox against a lovely piece of personal art. Future medals (God-willing) will hang from hooks beneath the box as I accumulate them.

From left to right, starting on the bottom, the medals are from the Dallas Rock ‘n Roll Half Marathon, the Chicago Half Marathon, the Louisville Half Marathon, the New Mexico Half Marathon (in Albuquerque), the Country Music Half Marathon in Nashville, the Oklahoma City Memorial Half Marathon, the Country Music Marathon (again in Nashville), and the Scenic City Half Marathon in Chattanooga. I would’ve loved to run Philadelphia in September, but circumstances as they are just wouldn’t permit it.

Now I have my sights set on Knoxville in the spring.