Number ONE Stunna...

Tonite I did my first 5k in a while.

I had heard whisperings of a Run organized by the powers that be here in Salt River. Fotunately, I had business to take care of in our illustrious new shanty of power for the SRPMIC. There, while waiting, I asked and received a flyer about said run TONITE! There was a 2 mile walk, a 5k, and an 8k staring me in the face.

Now, I had made tentative plans to run at the PF CHanges shindig & get-together off the canal bank down the way in Scottsdale..but fugg it. I wanted to run with brown peeps and see how I measured up.

After receiving the flyer and doing my biz, I took off to Eyemasters to pick up my new glasses and took a quick stop at home to slam down 2 cups of water. It was so funny because I was nervous as heck thinking of the run this nite. I had eaten taco bell (yes I know my diet has gone to hell but I have my reasons..dammit) for lunch and I now remember why you don't do that on race day.

Anywho, 5 pm came and my Sunshine was picked up and given to Poppa and G-ma for the race.

I registered smack dab at 5:30 and picked up the last of the freebies for the event, a pretty purple SRPMIC backpace..NICE! I registered for the 5k feeling like a sucka..

Last year I had a horrible experience running the 8k, I actually stopped and almost threw up and passed out. Last year when we ran, the sun was hitting us smack dab at 103..so yes, I was dehydrated and my dumb ass didn't prepare...so I was weak and barely mamnaged to finish,..embarressingly. (if that's not a word it should be.)

SO this year..I opted for the 5k. I wasn't feeling strong and I did want to get home ASAP to pick up Son-boi from my poor tired parents. Sides, we were due to hit up the mall for a last minute Six-Flags halter top for Momma..hehe.

5:45 came and surprisingly, a lot of peeps showed up to get their run on. Some did the 2 mile walk. but most did the 5k, with only 7 peeps who kik ass doing the 8k.

Got to the front and waited for the go.

Off we went, trotting down the street..I was number 2 behind this Ladee who I always see at these races..and she kicks ass. Shes an older woman..about 40? but man can she run.

Anywho..when we turned onto the dirt road..my eyes veered to my right and I caught a glimps of the peeps behind me..4 in a row straight out in a line. As we took it down another half mile..the one behind me came up and ran right by my side. By this time, we had run up an embankment right next to the canal and it was pretty narrow. The main road consists of loose rock, and a lot more work. We were packed in like sardines for about 2 minutes..almost shoulder to shoulder. Us three.

Soon a couple of walkers from the 2 mile walk drew near and I had to file down to the number three spot to let the walkers by. Damn. So there we were, 1 ,2 and me make three.

Soon, I was feeling the pace that was being set and I was starting to doubt I could hold it up. Slowly we made it up the chica with the water..with neon arrows written in the dirt pointing in two directions.

I imediately took my left following the pacesetters, but then asked for 5K? and she pointed straight on.

So luckily..I was lead off into the number one spot for the 5k!

Whoa..I have never been number one spot for any race...before any men and any woman.

BUT..there were trying times ahead.

I could hear a runner directly behind me breathing the music of deep breathes and slurpy spit. I pounded it out and ran down to our tunraround spot, seeing that she was about 10 yards behind me.

I could feel myself slow down on the turnback, but I had to get my breathe back as those lovely farm machines had begun to kick up dirt and all the pretty allergens that I so dearly love. I had a major piece of phglem lodged in my chest that I couldn't hack up. Im sure I sounded like I was going to die, wheezing and trying to hack up this rock hard loogy. BUt, I stayed out on top.

I ran and I ran and I ran and I ran.

I was hella tired, and even let my mind wander to the relief of stopping or even slowing down. But I kept hearing those footfalls behind my ass.

Passed the water ladee and I kept trucking. I could tell I had slowed down, and I was even waiting for the person behind me to pass so I could follow her from behind and let her set the pace so I could coast a bit and then, if I had it in me, pass her ass at the end.

But I didnt' hear her breathe any closer. At the home stretch to the finish..I felt my legs kick it in like I didn't know they had. My lungs were screaming, my throat was sore, and that damn phlegm was sticking like a mutha..but my legs, oh man, my legs had wings of their own.

I flew to the finish line, and that breathing behind me was a distant memory. I pushed all that i had out of me and thought, I'm not going to let pain get in the way of my glory.

I crossed the line..first.

3.23 miles in 26:27. Avg. 8:17 minute miles.

Number One stunna...

I got this much needed $20 buck gift card to Bashas, and huge smile on my face.

Here are the tuneage that got me by:

Love Me or Hate Me - Lady Sovereign
Our Lips are Sealed - Haylie & Hilary Duff
Who Knew? - Pink
Such Great Heights - The Postal Service
Ring the Alarm - Beyonce
Faster Kill Pussykat - Paul Oakenfield F. Brittany Murphy
Satisfaction - Benassi Bros.
Walking With a Ghost - the White Stripes

try it..ya might like it.

im a bitch..but I llike it

Last week's goal of hitting up 30 miles was achieved.

Mon: 1 hr. kickass class.
Tues: 5.03 miles @ 8:06 min./miles run in 40:49.
Weds: Tired ass.
Thurs:5.08 miles @ 8:27 min./miles run in 43:00.
Fri: Off Day.
Sat: 11.13 miles @ 8:58 min./miles run in 1:39:44.
Sun: 9.04 miles @ 8:05 min./miles run in 1:13:10.

Total Miles: 30.28 miles for the week...sucka..

I know that I should really be taking a break right about now, especially after running 20 miles total for the weekend (whew! who would've thought I had it in me?).

I've been a bad girl.

I ran 5 miles yesterday and another 6 today.

I could feel my body, especially my 30 year old left hip protest..but I had a lot of shyt happen to me at work that I had to unload before I took it out in evil ways. As it is, road rage looks good on me ..heh.

Monday had me in tears until the last 30 minutes of work. I had what I thought had been a major booboo on my part, but turns out to be a glitch in the paperwork and I was set straight. I drove like a madwoman to get to the gym and unload 5 fast miles worked out of my psyche. Aww..the sweat felt so good, apparently not to the woman to my left who complained about my sweat hitting her arm. TOUGH BITCH...was what I thought in my mind, but I proceeded to tuck that wet braid into my sports bra. She called out to me right when I was in the zone..hitting up 7:30 paceage in my last 400 meters. I was like wait bitch..

But looking back at it now..I guess that is pretty gross. HEH. But I had a bad day and I was bitchy..so 5"2 mexican ladeee who runs like her arms are trying to wrap themselves around to hug herself..sorry for the Bitch that I am.

Today had me running to run..to get caught up in my mileage for the week as it looks like I won't be running at all this weekend. We will be hitting up Califas and all the fun that it holds..

But anyway..Its gonna be stressing me about my mileage for the week. I want to at least hit up 20 for the week..but my ass be tired..lol.

Imma try to not kill myself getting the mileage done..but I probs will knowing me.

I figure..if I keep running like I have been, the 4:30 marathon time for Pf Changs will be a "FO SHO" and not a "hmm...I hope so."

The 2:00 1/2 Marathon for LV has me in a doubting kind of mood. I want to. I REALLY WANT TO. Im scared to not ..but I'm scared I won't have that push in me to make me burn it out.

But back to the bitch that be me.

It freaks me out at time what can bring it out..

- A Scottsdale teen with Chanel glasses who drives in the fast lane while barely being able to look over the steering wheel and who is at the same time texting away on her celly.
- the Ladee at the drive-thru at Mickey D'z who "forgets" to give me bar-b-que sauce for my nuggets even though I told her 3 times I wanted it.
- the Man at La Fitness who took my treadmill even though there was a freaking line sucka! and who proceeded to ignore me while I told him, "THERES A LINE MAN!"
- being interrupted at work by peeps who are trying to solicit for stupid ass things.."NO WE ARE NOT INTERESTED IN BUYING $500 A PLATE FOR A DINNER FOR THE MAYOR." OR..getting phone calls for our employees by peeps who should know not to call unless an emergency, and no, asking them to bring home a POP is not an emergency.
- Peeps who have no freaking phone manners...if you call someone, do not answer the phone with, "WHO DIS?" Your calling my freaking phone and no I do not speak spainish.
- obonoxious assholes who think they're shit dont stink, but unbeknowest to them, your the one who saves their asses from getting beat down.
- people who think that being from the "REZ" makes them somehow superiour to everyone who isn't. Or vice-versa.
- grapes that cost you $4.30 but taste like shit and consist of 20 green nuggets.
- my sistas!
- toilet paper that isn't charmin!
- people who say they don't drink but slam back a couple every once in a while..that shit takes away from those of us in the "STRUGGLE" who are sober and know how freaking hard it is...Don't make our stuggle less by claiming something you don't do.
- people who claim they're married but haven't done the deed. If you're married, your freaking married. If your not, your living in sin like the rest of us..heh.
- women who claim they raise they're kids, but in reality, they're kids are tucked back home on the rez with the parents while they're clubbing it up under the guise that they're "at school".

BITCH ON THAT..

Mon: 5 miles @ 8:12 min./miles in 41:05.
Tues:6.02 miles @ 8:11 min./miles in 49:22.


and the BITCH runs on..

jackass..

I ran this morning. My usual long run on the weekends that I do on either Saturday or Sunday morning. It catches me off guard at time, I mean I have an inkling that im gonna run long either day, its just a particular mornng calls me out the door. Today was that morning.

I awoke with a whisper in my ear to get up..not literally understand, but mentally. Its like my internal clock gets me up and tells me, todays the day so get your ass up!! It was still semi-dark @ 6:30 in the A.M...so I got up, put in my new eyes..

(SIDE STORY - I broke my freaking glasses Thursday morning..literally in two! I guess I fell asleep with them on, rolled over, and they somehow ended up underneath the headboard, in two pieces, broken right between the eyes. During that time I was searching for my glasses, I had located my contact case and put one eye in, tried to put the other eye in and found out that my other contact was torn right in the middle! So there I was, with only one good eye, and no way to wear my glasses except for a piece of gray masking tape right down the middle...no freaking way. Me and my vain ass were blind in one until I was able to see the eye dr. and get a temporary pair of contacts. GuessI hadn't been to the eye dr. in like 3 years..and I so DReAD going to the freakign eye doctor..I have such bad eyesight I always feel like when I do go they're gonna yell at me for my poor eyes. Anywho..change of pace this checkup...my eyes actually FREAKING GOT BETTER!! By like some miracle I had gone down so much my Dr. was all freaked.."what have done differently since your last visit? he asked.

"well....I did have a Son."


BINGO! Isn't that a trip! I love my lil Man-BOI!!!!)

END SIDE-STORY..

So anywho..

I was up and antsy. I was trying to figure if I was gonna take this long run to Tempe Town Lake for at least a 10..or down old reliable at the canal.

I chowed down a banana and chugged down a cup and half of water. Now, I kinda figured if was going to run the 13.2 I planned to run..this wasn't gonna cut it. BUT, I had no GU, no time, and I HAD eaten some buff beans (O'odham style yo) and some popovers (aka frybread) the night before, so i figured that was enough sustenance to tide me over for the run....yea right.

Finally deciding on the canal.I was out the door.

Set my jams and I was off.

Then I had to stop...I fugged up my go button on my ipod that tracks my runs..so I had to stop and reset it and go again.

No big deal..but I was kinda pissed at the mileage I had lost because I had to reset but oh well..

Mile .77 flew by..then instead of turning left like I usually do, I turned right and added 2.7 miles of dusty farming road. It was a nice change of pace, as the road was flat, dirt, and with a faint breeze that felt good on my already hot skin. Making my way back to my original jumping off point, I felt trepidation at my mileage aimed at for today..and that feeling of being slightly off. Not really physically, but more mentally.


Mile 3 had me at slightly under 27 minutes..a good place to be. Then the stomach cramping began. Lets just say I had to detour behind some bushes....

But I emerged crampless and ready to kik ass. lol.

I hit mile 5 thinking I would stop at Pima Rd. ..but to my surprise I pushed myself foward with my nest goal being when I hit mile 6. THen when I hit mile 6.6..then at mile 7 and the rest area..I gave in and stopped for a potty break and some water. Too bad the potty was locked , but at least I got some water.

Streched for half a minute and I was off again..

much slower..running at about 9:30. BY this time I was running against the wind and it was pushing me down, whispering in my ear to stop again..to run slower..but I told it to shutup and kept my cool and paced it out. Kept it under 9:30 and made it back to Pima Rd...crossed back over the Rez line and pounded the dirt again.

Again, I was going to give myself a break at Pima, but I continued on, then I was going to break at the underpass, but I kept on trucking..all the way till I hit mile 10...where I did break for about a half a minute..but then I thought why? I wasn't all that tired..but I was beat down. By the sun, by lack of food, by my mouth watering at the thought of gatorade, by the trucks hacking up and spewing my dreaded allergens to my right...

So for today..I ran 11.10 miles in 1:39:44. Averaged 8:58 minute miles!

So for the week so far:

Mon: Kik Ass class (1 hr.)
Tues: 5:03 miles in 40:49/8:06 min/miles.
Weds: Family Time.
Thurs: 5.08 miles in 43:00/8:27 min/miles.
Fri: REST.
Sat: 11.13 miles in 1:39:44/ 8:58 min/miles.

Total so far for week: 21.24 miles.

Sunday I plan to run at least 7.5 miles. Hopefully I can find it in my to chug out an extra mile and a half to make it 30 miles for the week. Maybe split my run into two..I have a busy day tomorrow.

BTW..

if you haven't seen JACKASS II....your freaking missing out!

I laughed, I cried, I almost peed in my pants!

GO SEE IT!

everyone needs a good laugh once in a while..(as well as a good kik in the ass but thats besides the point..or is it?)

things that make me go HMM..

- People who get french manicured toes..WHY? To me it looks like you have long funky toenails that need to be cut..semi-gross.

- makeup at the gym...I work out at LA FITNESS in Scottsdale and I see this everytime I go. Women fully decked out in makeup and hair that is down. How in the hell do you work out with your hair down? I mean doesn't it bother you? And makeup...whats the point? Its just gonna smear off...but then I see them after a "workout" and they look the same..so did you just come to be pretty compared to us sweaty busted ass women? have mercy..

- Fake boobies. I want to touch them just to see what they feel like. I know a couple of chicas that have em..but oww and ewww! I mean, haven't you seen those shows on the Discovery channel that show you how they slice open your breasts, stuff some kind of plasticy thing in there, and sew you back up? And you have to do it all over again 10 years later...ewww. But they so fascinate me..i point them out to D-man ..like look at that 50 year old ladee with the tig ol bitties, or look at that teeny tiny girl with size 40 DD boobs...fascinating. I want to go up them ask them why? and them touch them with my brown finger..does your finger sink it? or does it bounce back like a basketball? questions yo..

- where did respect go? If there is an older person walking in with you, let them go first, better yet, hold open the door for them and let them go first. Scottsdale peeps suck.

- if you are freakign driving..get off the cell phone! You cause accidents because youre not paying attention..and you suck balls.

long run of love

Yesterday I knew I was going to run long as soon as I got up.

I had semi-planned it the night before, especially as I hadn't run the day before. My body was feeling the effects of chopping my Grandma's weeds for an hour an a half. I honestly believe that my nano gave the rhythm to forget how long and how hard I was working..I was into my jams yo. I swear, my Grandma had some weeds that were taller than me and as thick as baseball bat! I sweated, I chopped, I got a back spasm.

Anywho, yesterday I awoke determined to run with the sunrise.

I got up at 6 am., the Sun was barely coming out, so I got up and washed the face, and got my gear on. I chugged down two cups of water and stuffed my gu down my shorts. I didn't feel like eating at all, but I knew with the distance I planned to run, I would need some type of nourishment, so I found my old leftover Gu packet from last year's marathon and stuffed it in my shorts.

I stretched for a minute, got my just uploaded playlist situated, and walked a good 4oo yards to warmup. Walked down the dirt road, and stood and sent some words up for safety, and I was off.

I ran easy and with long strides..getting my groove on. I periodicaly checked my itunes + system to get my pace just right. I had figured with a long run of 10 miles, I wanted to average 9:00 minute miles in order to finish in an hour and a half.

I ran to the .80 miles to the dogs at the house, right before I hit the canal. I ignored them nipping at my heels and told them to guzzzant! I held my rocks loosely in my right hand..like I always do, and my keys that I use for a shank in my left.

Nice sqooshy dirt. It coated my legs in brownness and made my run feel as if I was running on air. Still keeping my pace in check..I passed about 4 peeps walking/running with their dogs. One was a Native man who was kicking ass..nice.

Again, I felt pity for my poor white belly and back..., sides I was gettin hot. Lets just say I got a nice tan on my back and belly...heh.

Before I had started my run, I had checked the temps on channel 10, according to the news, it was 75 degrees when I ran. THe air was so nice and cool..with a slight breeze lifting my hair.

Before I knew it, I had reached 3.5 miles and Pima Rd. I crossed the river and I was off the Reservation..lol.

Nice & easy..

I stopped at mile 6.2 to eat my gu and chug some water at the rest area.

Got my game face back on and began my run back to the rez.

By then, the sun was beating down my face and I was feeling tightness in my left foot.

But I finished..in 1:30:01. 9:00 minutes miles ...yea!

Total for week: 26 miles.

I rock.

the 100th..

Thanks for sticking with me..through all my ramblings, my opinionated ass, my highhorse musings, my bitchiness, my running issh..Thanks.

***********;)

anywho...

Running iss for this week:

Mon: 1 hr. Kickass class.
Tues: 3.50 miles in 29:55. 9:03 min/miles.
Weds: 5.02 miles in 40:58. 8:09 min/miles.
Thurs: SLEEP DEPRIVED. Feel asleep at 5:30pm - 7A.M. Can't hang no more. lol.
Fri: 7.55 miles in 1:02:08. 8:13 min/miles. Yea!

Total for week so far: 16.07 miles.

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I used to be an old skool runner.

Like my dad before me, I would take off into the sun with shoes, my keys and a smile.

I didn't use a stopwatch (only rarely when I would remember to use it), didn't carry water with me (stupid I know), and ran in cutoff t-shirts and raggy cotten shorts.

Now, I run with my coolmax tanks, nike + ipod nano that gives me much needed pacing info and accurate running times and distance, and a smile still.

I have learned to braid up my hair and use a headband to keep the retarded bangs at bay and to keep the sweat from lashing some other runner. I have also FINALLY learned to drink water before I run...and maybe even chow down some type of nourishment...or at least have a decent meal before hand.

I have learned how to blow out snot through my nostrils..and a finger. lol.

When I run, sometimes I don't have a specific goal in mind, maybe just to keep running until its not fun anymore.

Realistically, at times it hasn't been.

I believe that I started running without the love.

I ran through sickness and through health, not letting my body heal, not cutting myself any slack.

Running was becoming a chore.

Now, I am running with a clean slate.

The hated phglem and labored breathing has hidden itself away. In its wake, I find myself running like I haven't run before.

Effortlessly, freely, with that old love that keeps me in blisters and blue toenails..

I have actually increased my mileage and decreased my time! I am running like I never have before. I run and run with confidence and maybe wisdom. I am actually trying to take care of my body and listen to it. When it says RUN DAMMIT, I run, when it says, maybe today is break day..I break.

I guess I forget how hard it is to run with a semblance of a life. It is hard to factor in that time to properly give a run, to let its love wash over you, and not be a quick affair in a dirty hotel.., but a 3 day weekend at the Ritz Carlton.

Balence is something that i have had to learn, in everything, and especially in running.

I have to learn to balence my time for my family, my friends, my job, my running.

I still have a lot to learn..
- like that I need to drink more water and not so much iced tea and diet coke.
- to actually pack and drink water during the run.( but how do you do that? really)
- to eat something during my longer runs. (GU it up...but to me I feel like a sucka packing shit..I think thats only for 1/2er's or longer..in my mind, real races..)
- to slow my fast ass down on long runs..its about getting my body used to running for longer periods of time, and not how fast I can do it.
- to compete with my enemy..in my mind.
- to learn that I don't always have to beat someone..just myself.
- to not make excuses or what ifs..PAIN IS TEMPORARY, GLORY IS FOREVER.
- to run more hills. Or any at all.
- to let peeps know where I am running..
- to carry more with me than a key for a shank..
- to wear sunscreen.
- etc.etc..

point is..

I run.

The End.

heh.

Pedestal

Pedestal

Your pedestal is falling down
Falling down falling down
Your pedestal is falling down
Falling down falling down

Record sales are on the mark
And that's about the time the rumors start
With all the people talking out of their ass
Well someone's got to sue you cause you've got no class
Well, I've paid my dues
I'm a seasoned dame
So why you's gots to throw salt in my game?
How can a person be so mean?

Who are you and what do you do that makes you think you're above me,
But have you walked in my shoes?
The pedestal that you put yourself on
I'm breaking it down now
It's gonna collapse and be gone
You're probably one of them tag alongs
You're a hanger-on
You think you've got me figured out
You have no clue what I'm about
I got things you wish you had
You need to stop hating
Get a pen and a pad

Tell me who you are and what your background is.
tell me how you're feeling when you listen to this.

You think I don't see you on the Internet [sounds of someone typing]
I'm ready
Don't think I won't forget

--Doesn't Fergie got it down?

Got this lil snippit of words off of perezhilton.com

Love it..

it speaks to me..

or is that I listen to it and it rings true..

or is it...

Its funny how its so easy to judge others...but we have to remember that the same fingers that are pointing at others, are the same fingers that are pointing right back at ourselves.

We can all learn from Fergie..

especially not to pee in our pants!! ROFLMBO..

peace and BLESSINGS..

im out to the SETs in a second to give a last harrah..

to give thanks to the one who gave this chica a chance..

and those kik ass people are worthy of giving a THANKS too..

remember..

we all KIK ass in our own ways..

STOOPID!!

Im bout to dropkick myself in the ass!!

I took off from work in a mad frothing at the mouth frenzy brought on by debt, my stupid procastination, and not wanting to deal.

I just got off the phone (yes I am a dinosaur that has a house phone) after 2 phone calls, 35 minutes, and some much needed transfer of funds...I AM DEBT FREE!!! well, relatively..

Ya see, there has been this HUGE FREAKING MONKEY on my back for the past 4 years when my DUMB ASS entered into an agreement that I was too young, inexperienced, and naive to enter into. Like a sucka, I blindly said yes, yes, yes...and signed papers that locked me into a black hole of vampire sucking proportions.

I wanted to get my biz off the ground with a quickness, and stupidly, I did it too fast, without reading the small print, and blindly believing in the good in people.

I have done a lot of things, business-wise, this way.

As the daughter of two business savvy and successful people, I should of freaking known better.

I could of dealt with this a looooooooooooooooooong time ago, but stupidly, I kept putting it off, paying outta pocket, blind to dealing with this crap.

FINALLY, I had it. Tired of the fees, the stress, paying for something that I don't even use..

I called.

and ya know freaking what? I AM FINALLY FREE!!

I am telling you all my tale of woe, because I would hate for anyone beginning in business to be suckered into a contract that is bad.

I am pissed at myself for being stupid..but I also know that this is one of those lessons learned the hard way that I needed to go through.

I am a sucka no more..

I have had dealings with people in this RED world who are not what they say they are, or do what they say they do.

I have had to deal with people who say one thing, but in reality, don't know their eye from their asshole.

NO worries, I include myself in this category. The above scenario being a glaring reality of naivetee.

However, in dealing with people, I have tried hard to keep my end of the bargain. I do what I say I will do, and mean what I say.

I have had to fill in on fashion show director duties as the "coordinator" of certain shows, failed to show up until the last minute. Leaving young models and designers to wait.,..on yea, she did show up, in time to get her makeup done and take credit for the show...

Had contracts with certain people to vend, with certain manifests agreed upon, where the party that was PAID in order for me to vend, where nowhere to be found.

Of course, there are the people who I have dealt with whom I have ungrudging respect for. Their professionalism and unegotistical demeanor make them shine. You know who you are...just like the liars and shysters know who they are.

Just be what you say..and honor your agreement and contracts. Do not use others to take advantage of them, be professional in all that you do.

Give someone a chance..just like someone did for me...

Take someone under your wing and teach them your lessons learned...

Take my hard earned lesson and use it..

THanks..

30 miles and running...

Last week I hit my goal of 30 miles for the week.

Mon: No Run.
Tues: 5.01 miles at 8:48 min/miles in 44:13.
(520 pm) 4.02 miles at 8:26 min/miles in 33:59.
Weds: 5.03 milea at 8:18 min/miles in 41:50.
Thurs: No run.
Fri: 10K run (10.06) km. at 5:29 min/Km in 55:15.
Sat: 6.07 miles in 9:02 min/miles in 54:53.
Sun: 4.02 miles in 8:53 min/miles in 35:46.

Total: 30.21 miles.

I dispute Fridays time as the thingamabob was again running after I thought I had turned it off..but oh well.

I am still running.

rock on.

Shi'Ta

I run like my father.

I remember getting up when there was still no light in the sky, shi'ma washing my face with a wet rag. My brother and I were loaded into the car with my dad, and we both promply fell asleep.

I remember being among a crowd of half-naked people, even though it was like 60 degrees and no sun.

All of a sudden they all took off running.

I must have been 5.

I remember the sun cracking the sky wide with its light, and stopping here and there but I don't really remember why.

I do remember having a red bandana tied around my head and seeing shi'ta come striding in, a smile cracking his otherwise serious face. The salt had made his face white and his shirt was wet all the way through. I remember running and thinking, I could do that just like dad.

My first, but not last, memory of seeing my Dad run.

He would run on the dirt roads of Old San Carlos, the sandy, tan dips and hills for at least 6 miles each day.

My dad could run.

He ran so light and easy, you wouldn't even hear him except for his breathing and the swish swish of the dirt in his wake. He ran like a deer, quick, fast footfalls broken only by the soft balls of sand. He always looked straight ahead, seeing nothing but seeing everything. He told me later that he would run to get away from everthing, his stressors, his dreams, his obligations, it was his freedome and secret lover.

Even then, he never let me win.

I would try to race him, he would let me catch up, but never give in to me. He said, why let you win when it wasn't the truth. I love that about him.

People always say that I am just like him. From his eyes, to his mouth, to his blunt and competitive attitude. I am my father's daughter.

Now that I am older, I know that he, like myself, if full of faults. He is quick to anger, just like me, and quick to snap out his opinions, like me.

He is not perfect, but he is the best father that I could ever ask for.

He has taught me to be kind, to appreciate what I have and what I am capable of, to never give up, to go forward with my dreams, to never say can't, to be generous, to give and receive love, to FORGIVE.

There is so much more I could write, but I don't have to. I know my love in my heart, and he does too.

Happy Birthday Daddy..(and shi'ma too!!!)

--YES THEY ARE BORN ON THE SAME DAY...so is my Godfather, James M., and my Uncle, Lorenzo N. ......trip eh?-----------------------------

Run MARION Run

I am currently puffy-eyed and semi-awake.

Set up Son-boi with some cereal and a square of toast.

Get in a quick blogging while he's watching his "THOMAS".

Quick rundown:

Tues: 5.03 miles at 8:18/min/miles in 41:50.

Total for the week: 14 miles.

I plan to gun at least another 5 miles today.

ALSO..

MARION JONES was cleared of all drug charges and is now re-instated to run again !!!When I heard that last nite on CNN I pumped my arms in the arm on the treadmill, I was so happy I got chills. She is one of my hero's, and we're the same age!!

sick girl.

Giving my running much thought.

I figured out with ALL my sickness, allergies, and lingering chest congestion, I have been averaging on the real, about 20 miles a week, with a few and far between 30 mile averages.

No where near the mileage per week that I should be at.

I was shooting for at least 30 mile per week averages with at least one run of at least 9 miles per week. I have been slacking as of late due to the "SICKNESS" that I have been as of yet, unable to shake. I average about 4-5 days a week of running, down from my 6 days running. I believe it is/was my inability to let my body fully rest to recover from this phantom sickness. This weekend, I took it off. I rested from Friday morning to Monday evening. No run, not much activity, and lots of laying down time with a humidifier and nyquil. 4 straight days of much needed rest to my body.

Yesterday, I got up at 5:30 am. and felt the need to run.

I drank a cup of tap water and put on my gear.

Left a note for my Men as to where I was going, jumped in the ride and headed out to my park running spot.

I felt relaxed and ready to go.

5 miles was a struggle. My breathing again is the issue.

I hate to say it, but I think I may have a slight case of asthma.

Im going to book an appoitment and check.

Pray for me.

When I run inside, I am fine. Slight catch in the breathing, but no tightness. Outside, I can feel my lungs loose and doing their job in the beginning, in the end, I feel the tightness creep in and no matter how I try to loosen my lungs with deep, slow breathes, there is something there that I cannot shake. I have read up on asthma being induced by allergies, and some cases of exercise induced asthma. Maybe Im just being paranoid, I sure hope so. However, it seems that since I has pneumonia last year, my lungs have never been quite the same.

I still run, however. I have never reached a point where I feel that I absolutely cannot breathe, but I do have that tightness in my chest that scares me and only relaxes when I stop and continues for a while after my run.

Maybe my ass is just running too fast. lol.

Anywho..

Mon: Work/rest.
Tues: 6 AM - 5.01 miles/8:48 min/mil. 44:13.
5:20 - 4.02 miles/8:26 min/mil. 33:59.
= 9.03 miles.

Peace and BLESSINGS...

pinkeye!

My entire family now has pinkeye!

Minus yours truly and Babee Boi..(already had it).

Lysol is now my middle name.

GREEN CHILE FRAUD!!

My brotha's to the north do not know how to make a green chile burro.

I don't know how else to say it yo.

We were up in the "GreeN" aka chill woosh', this past Saturday to take in the 3 hour parade and stare at peepz.

Arrived at the Rodeo/carnival starving. Picked out this booth that shi'ma and I got all thrilled over because there sign "claimed" they had "green chili burritos". D and Lil Tiger got their usual popovers aka frybread, and Mom and I awaited our "green chili burritos". After about 15 minutes, we finally received our much anticipated food.

D got his, Babee got his, and Mom and I opened up our shiny tin foil of happiness. The bread, from the outside looked good, thick, lightly tan, with nice black wire marks pitted on the outside. My mouth watered in anticipation of that first delectable, bready bite.

Um, needed salt.

I opened up the bun to expose the inside to pepper it strong with some ish'ii, when my appetite stopped cold.

The inside was freaking filled with HAMBURGER!! and like 2 miniscule pieces of green chile!!!! They looked like they had shaved off slivers from the chile and had placed exactly 2 tiny pieces in designated positions within the "burrito". !!!

Now, I am half O'odham. We know what a green child burrito looks and tastes like, and that was NOT A FREAKING GREEN CHILI BURRITO!!

I was so upset because I was really looking forward to eating green chili, and we had waitied like 15 minutes for a disappointement.

I ate like 1/3 of it becasue I was freaking starving, but then just tossed it the roaming rez dogs on the way out. I was just too disappointed to eat anymore.

Im sorry my brothas in Whiteriver, maybe I just got a bad booth, but don't be making claims about "GREEN CHILI BURRITO" when you have no clue...

Hamburger does not equal Green chili...

Im like still in shock about the whole debacle.

"shakes head"