Foiled Again / Perseverance

UPDATE: If you have not read the original post by now, I’ll just say I had to skip the jog/walk this morning because of rain (see second weather map below). However, we’re actually experiencing scattered thunderstorms. It was clear at 1:00, so I prepared to train.

Then a colleague called with a question I had to answer. To get said answer, I had to call another colleague. Before I knew it, it was 1:25!

It was sprinkling a bit when I left, but I figured I’d be wet from sweat anyway.

And guess what?

I did TWO full jog/walk cycles (5 minute jog followed by 5 minute walk). I probably could have pressed on and finished the third one, but by then there was thunder. That made wet-training-ToadMama feel like wet-lightning rod-training-ToadMama. So I stopped.

But I had actually done two, five-minute jogs. Yay me!

Here’s another map to back me up (I’m a weather geek).

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ORIGINAL POST: I woke early to train this morning. But it was storming. Again. Take a look at what passed through. My house is right in the middle of this map.


We’ve had some really weird weather lately. It is mid-June, but highs over the last two days have only been in the 60s. Not that I’m complaining. I MUCH prefer those temperatures to 80+ degrees and humid.

It’s just weird. That’s all I’m saying.

Something is Just WRONG With This Logic

After doing my jog/walk thing yesterday, today was supposed to be a day of rest. The book says, no matter how tempting (yeah, right!), don’t over train. Not that I was tempted to do another jog/walk today. My legs were actually a bit sore, which surprised me after all the walking I’ve been doing. (As an aside, an old friend, Val, made my day today by admitting she struggles to run for 5 minutes, too. Woo hoo! I am not alone in this big, mean world.)

Back to today… after dinner, I asked Hubby if he wanted to go for a walk. “It’s my break day,” I told him. “I don’t even have to walk fast. I’m just going to do a leisurely stroll.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I just don’t feel like sitting around,” I replied.

So he thought about it. Then he said, “Nah, I don’t feel like walking. How about if we throw the bikes (bicycles, not motorcycles) into the truck and go over to the trail?”

I agreed. Before I knew it, we were rolling along the BWI Bike Trail. It’s a loop. I’d sort of envisioned us riding for a little while then turning around and going back. But, it being a loop, if you get halfway, it’s sort of dumb to turn around when finishing the loop would be about the same distance.

It’s a hilly loop though, which goes all the way around BWI Airport. And it is twelve and a half miles long. Did you get that? Twelve and a half hilly miles.

I’m not sure why Hubby chose that over a short leisurely stroll, but it was actually fun. The weather was perfect, too. Cloudy, breezy and in the lower 70s to high 60s.

We’ll have to do that again. Once I’m able to move my legs, that is.

Freak of Nature

We went to the WV place this past weekend. Nothing earth-shattering occurred. I weed-whacked a lot of very tall (hip high) grass and my arms are sore. But now I can take my morning strolls without covering myself in bug repellent first.

Speaking of bugs… we saw this really weird-looking caterpillar on one of our porch columns.

The most exciting event was that we cleaned a bit in preparation for some house guests. The cleaning wasn’t exciting, but knowing we’ll be having house guests sure is!

My Training Partner

Today was the first time I added short jogs into my training regimen. I’d gotten to the point where 45 minutes of brisk walking was doable (except for the heat), so I didn’t think adding a short jog would be bad. I was wrong. But I survived.

Despite my training partner from Hell. What partner? This strange guy who joins me periodically. I think his name is Richard, but I like to call him Dick for short. He can be quite chatty. And quite annoying. Here’s an excerpt from today’s conversation…

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Me: Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: It’s sort of early for this, isn’t it? I mean, it’s like 7:00 AM.

Me: Early beats the heat. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: You’re not enjoying this. Just stop.

Me: I said I’d do the 10-miler. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: You were drunk.

Me: I agreed when sober, too. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: Some friend. Couldn’t she start with something shorter? Maybe a little 5k?

Me: Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: Come on. Stop already. This is ridiculous. You’re not being realistic.

Me: I am. I can do this. Lots of people run. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: Screw her. You don’t even like running. Just quit.

Me: Nope. I said I’d do it. I’ll get into shape. Pant, huff, gasp.

Dick: You look silly, you know. You look like you’re dying. Maybe this will kill you.

Me: It’ll get easier. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: Walking is easier. You could do that right now. Just walk. That’s healthy.

Me: Walking was hard when I started. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: This is harder.

Me: I can do it. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: You’re three minutes in and look at you.

Me: But after 5 minutes, I get to walk. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: Yeah, but then you’re supposed to run again. Twice.

Me: Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: Just stop for a minute. You don’t have to do this.

Me: Go away. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: You’ll never do this.

Me: I’ve had enough. Leave me alone. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: You’re pathetic. Look how tired you are.

Me: Shut up. Pant, huff, gasp…

Dick: Make me.

Me: Okay. Pant, huff, gasp…

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Just like that, the voice was gone. It’s amazing what a little positive thinking can do.

Tomorrow, I get to rest. Wednesday, I’ll be back at it.

Dick won’t be joining me again.

The "New" Double-Wide

I saw an interesting article on the CNN Web site today about recycled houses. The company featured in the story — SG Blocks — converts old shipping containers into new homes.

The concept sounds a bit strange until you read more. And get a look at this house…

It’s actually quite cute if you ask me.

Wonder if they, or a similar company, do work in Maryland? A certain friend of mine may need a nice new home soon.

The One Book You HAVE to Read

I’ve blogged previously about having read some good books. Well, I just finished one that totally tops them all! In my opinion anyway. And we all know that’s the only opinion that counts here at ToadMama’s Web Abode!

Seriously, Hold Love Strong, by Matthew Aaron Goodman, is one of the best books I have read in a very, very long time. It is the coming-of-age story of Abraham Singleton, a black man growing up in a housing project in New York City. It is narrated by Abraham himself. It starts with Abraham’s birth to his 13 year-old mother who shares a two-bedroom apartment at a high-rise project in Queens with Abraham’s grandmother, uncle, aunt, and two cousins.

The characters are exceedingly well-developed. The book is about the love of Abraham’s family and the struggles they face. Reading this book gives you a very real glimpse of life in the projects. It doesn’t just show you, it has you living with Abraham and his family. It is so well-written, sometimes you feel like you are Abraham yourself.

I grabbed the book from the library after having only read the inside, front jacket. Imagine my shock and disbelief when, a few chapters into the book, I looked at the back cover and saw that the author is a hot, young, white man! He immerses you into ghetto life like James Frey immersed you into the life of a drug addict with A Million Little Pieces.

The next day, I had to do some research. I had to know if this story, though fiction, was accurately depicted (unlike the Frey book which was embellished quite a bit). Matthew Aaron Goodman (remember that name, it will be huge) has a Web site. The “about me” page features the picture from the back jacket of the book. I saw an e-mail address, too, so I wrote and asked about the story’s accuracy, about whether anyone who had lived in those circumstances had read and commented on the book.

Here was part of his reply…

…the depiction of Ever Park is pretty accurate, or at least from what I’ve seen and experienced, and been told by close friends, coworkers, students I’ve taught, etc. I think that was the thing I most wanted to be sure of… that the people who I know and love who grew up in a place like Ever Park considered my depiction of a NYC housing project a fair and truthful rendering.

Seriously, read the book. It is raw (life in the projects, remember) and completely riveting. Note to the Moms… the language can be a bit rough, but that’s reality. While I borrowed this book from the library, I may just buy my own copy to share, I liked it THAT much.

If you do read it, let me know what you think.

PS – I just ordered my own copy!