Reflections

First off, thank you for reading and caring about my Boston experience. I KNOW you must be sick of my hip injury and talk of Boston by now, so thanks for sticking with me on the journey. As one commenter so eloquently said:

Jeez. Can you just give me a minute?

Before we completely move on, one more thing. Just one more freaking thing! Sorry, anonymous. You might need to go take a dump or something to avoid reading this.

Leslie Rubinkowski of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette interviewed me post-Boston to get some impressions and reflections on the race. You might remember that Leslie interviewed me a couple of months ago, when I was still unsure about Boston. She is running her first marathon in Pittsburgh on May 15, and has been doing a blogging column regarding her training. She is such a talented writer and it’s a great and inspiring read for sure.

You can read her interview with me HERE. I thought she had some insightful questions and it gave me a chance to process the race, including my lesbian experience and how I got naked at mile 22.

Off to Whole Foods for almond croissants,

SUAR

An Interview and Surprise Dinner!!

If you’re not following Leslie Rubinkowski of the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette as she trains her way towards her first marathon (the Pittsburgh Marathon on May 15), you really should be. Leslie, a professor at the University of Pittsburgh, is a gifted writer and soon-to-be marathoner. She chronicles her training in a blog column of the paper called “The Starting Line.”

A few weeks ago she interviewed me, and the interview was posted today HERE. You can read what I say verbatim. And, all with no f words or poop talk. Weird, I know.

Moving on…

Thank you from the bottom of my un-waxed eyebrows and white underwear for your birthday wishes yesterday. Totally made my day.

Before:

After (still a bit hairy, but cleaned up at least):

I got my toes painted and went with the sparkly birthday theme. I think it accentuates my long Morton’s toe, which was the look I was going for. That thing is a FINGER!

At PT, I shared my woes of my glutes screaming at me during runs. We’ve decided to start dry-needling. Basically, a “dry” needle (kind of like an acupuncture needle) is inserted into a trigger point, hoping to make the muscle spasm and release/relax it. Sounds painful. Yeah, it does. I will wear my Depends that day in case something involuntarily slips out. I’ll start this in a couple of weeks and do it about four times.

No one, and I mean no one, guessed correctly on my birthday dinner. Not even close. My mom went Spanish with Paella and Tortilla Espanola. Also home made bread and a vat of butter.Yeah, that’s right. My mama can COOK!

I did get my lemon cake and it got messy. And I lost an eye:

Me with my amazing parents.

Me with Ken and kids. Emma is at that stage where she likes to look as crazy/unusual/demented as possible in pictures.

By far, the best line of the night was when precocious son Sam said, “Well, we’ve heard a many stories about how mom was born in Chicago during a snow storm, but we’ve never heard the story of the night she was conceived.” To which my dad said, “It was a Friday night…” I started screaming NO NO NO. Never. Don’t want to hear.

Ever tried dry needling? Did you crap yourself?

What’s your favorite birthday dinner?

Do you know the story of how you were conceived?

Glad  I was conceived,

SUAR