Category: Daydream

Road Trip Tough Mudder Austin, TX  Last Gasp

I’ve met a lot of new people in the past couple of months. (If chatting you up on Facebook is meeting, otherwise it’s the same old crew and no one new.)  It’s also been a long time since I’ve posted about Tough Mudder in Austin.

There really hasn’t been anything to talk about.  Working out is grueling when you have to do it  yourself and you miss dinner, and you have to do 16 loads of laundry that consist of five items. (Dear god, how do socks get that smelly so quickly)

The whole fundraising thing continues to elude me.  I’ve created a site, and I’ve let people know about it.  I’m not one of those people who chase you down and insist you buy my girl scout cookies. I don’t think girl scouts belong in cookies. I think they belong in a white wine sauce over saffron rice.  That’s just me though.  I’m not chasing anyone down to contribute to my charity, either. Here’s a link to my initial blog post.  Do what you want to do.

It’s exactly 2 weeks until the big day.  I believe I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.  This is all about mental tenacity, and I have tenacity in spades.  What I do not have is a buddy to run around in the mud with me.  I have unsuccessfully attempted to lure, shame and bribe some people to join me, none of them are having it.  Most have suggested that I a) up my meds; b) reacquaint myself with a psychiatrist. Whatever. I’ll be the one having fun in the sun.  I even have a personal Facebook photographer. (Oh, you guys have no idea…)

I am having serious fashion stress over this, I must admit.  You see pictures on the Tough Mudder website, of buff young things in stretch pants and tank tops…and that is soooo….not me.  I want to be practical about this, I want to do this..right. I’m thinking boots and utes, and a short sleeve over long sleeve shirt. A bandana to keep the hair in such a state I will not have to shave my head later, and a couple of things stuffed in cargo pockets (that’s why they’re called cargo pockets by the way) for just in case. Goggles for jumping into the water, and a rag for wiping the crap off my face.

The more I think about this, the more amped I get. It can’t get here too soon. And I can’t wait to tell you all about it.

Coraline — Niel Gaiman

This is the most deliciously creepy book I’ve ever read.

Neil Gaiman’s ability to write children’s novels, that are as delightful to adults as they are mesmerizing to kids, is refreshing.

To me, most of YA literature has a tendency to sound just slightly condescending to the target age group. Though plot development and dialogue seem to work, but the whole never seems to arrive.

This is not the case with Gaiman’s writing. Coraline quickly escapes the grip of preoccupied adults (parents in particular) and leaves our young heroine with nothing but her wits to rescue herself and her parents.

Coraline finds herself in an odd parallel world where everything looks almost the same but lacks some undefined material quality.  She is accompanied by a black cat, and they switch between realities as she gathers the things she needs to overcome the evil “other mother” with the black button eyes.

Soon she is on an otherworldy scavenger hunt, encountering peril at every turn.  In turn, each peril has the temerity to simultaneously thrill and terrify the reader. There is the odd “Yewwww!” thrown in for good measure.

Gaiman’s children’s writing is as taut and flowing as his other books.  The Sandman graphic novels provide a perfect example of prose that sort sidles up to you and you don’t notice until it’s devoured your imagination, giving you whole new worlds to think about.

Speaking of creepy, you should check out Click Clack the Rattlebag. The link takes you to a journal entry on Gaiman’s website, and there’s an interesting bit of background, with a link to the download about half way down. This is an audio book narrated by Neil himself, he has the perfect scratch in his voice to convey every nuance of the story.

While I was running…

First off, these posts are not going to be all prettified with photos or awesome layout or any of that nonsense. WordPress has some funkiness that can make getting it just right time consuming and frustrating.  I’m just going to type and post. Anyway…

I really hate running and every time I get dressed out to runn (minor victory) and out the door (second minor victory) and home again without a heart attack (major victory) I think “I wish I had something to listen to besides what I have to listen to.”  Help me out here and send along a playlist that’s at least 15 minutes long, but not too much more than 45 minutes long for me to download and add to things I already listen to. Give your playlist a name, and I’ll give play list shout outs as well.

I’m looking forward to  your support and participation.  I’d be really happy if you and all your friends came to Austin and ran the Mudder with me.  But I’ll settle for your encouragement here.

I was watching football this afternoon (Dallas 20, Cinci 19) and I saw an advertisement for a thing called the Fluidity Bar.  It’s basically a bar mounted on a rack that allows you to do various strength training exercises…ok, go here and see for yourself. Words do not begin to do this justice.  This got me to thinking about the movie Ruthless People with Danny DeVito and Bette Middler, who uses a broomstick and two chairs to the same effect.  The fluidity bar is $405 (a $706 value!) and the broom stick ..depends on if you want a Swiffer or not.  The fluidity bar folds flat and can be stored under your bead and the broomstick can be stored where ever you store your brooms.  I’m going to explore the broomstick idea and see if I can make the broomstick concept work to my advantage.  I’ll keep you posted how that goes.

As things get going, I’m probably post separately giving shout outs to those who participate, but for now I want to give the biggest, bestest shout out possible to my chica H.R. Thomas (and little man B).  She is my first donor, and as such gets a special gift from me.  Once I figure out what to give her.

It’s a good thing I don’t run very far.  I can only listen to myself talk for so long.