First night in the new place done! I have no idea how I was freezing with the AC set at 24C, but I was. Other than the need to reach for a blanket and a few slamming car doors I slept fabulously. By my early way up the church bells were already chiming and the sun light streamed throughout my rooftop kingdom. What? This is officially my new kingdom and as if I don’t need more reasons to want a tiara, Erin’s amazing house warming gifts gives me another.
Yep.
Tiaras DO make me taller! And as fun as they are, they are also extremely practical as they are the only 2 plates in my kingdom.
As much as I wanted to continue to sit on my rooftop with my coffee, I was due at Carney Park so off I went. Well, almost to Carney Park. I feel like the GPS has its left and right confused, but I eventually made it. In true Katie O. form, it turns out my mistake came in the last ½ of mile before reaching my destination. Unfortunately in this region mistakes like that send you out of your way and although recoverable, a u-turn saves miles. Oh well. Nothing like a side trip to smell the sulfur volcano to remind you just why you didn’t look in that part of Pozzuoli. That’s my story and I’m stick to it.
By the time I was there, my registration had already been paid for by someone I had convinced to run. That should have been a warning. The kids went first, just completing the lap once for their 1 mile. Unlike the Fort Ord event, this course was nearly flat and on pavement or lawn. No walls to climb. You actually could run through the mud…but you did have to crawl through sand. After Dylan ran with the kids, I asked him for any pointers. The following words of wisdom were given to me: “Walking is running. Running is walking. Skipping is jogging. Jogging is skipping. Skipping is jogging. And jogging is the fastest thing a human can do.” I repeated it to make sure I got it and he said “yep- you’ll take first place.” Sweet!
I did decent. Not quite first place but did okay. One of the kids of new friend decided to run the 5K rather than the kids run so I told her that I’d run with her. I caught up with her on lap two and we walked until she was good to go. (Any reason I can find to stop- right?) We did a lap and a half together and even picked Dylan up along the way. Seeing I was dangerously close to the 30min mark I told her that I had to go faster but would run back and finish it with her. No, I didn’t ditch her! We had less than a ½ of mile remaining. Dylan took a short cut and met up with me again, running along side the course shouting advice like “slide on your butt (down the hill)” and “don’t forget to skip through the mud.” Did I mention that he’s 6?
At any rate, I met my time limit (with 100 seconds to spare) and when I turned back to find my buddy I realized she had kicked it into high gear and had already crossed. She just may be a running buddy in the making. Hey- we all know that I need someone to keep me accountable mile after mile.
As much as I wanted to continue to sit on my rooftop with my coffee, I was due at Carney Park so off I went. Well, almost to Carney Park. I feel like the GPS has its left and right confused, but I eventually made it. In true Katie O. form, it turns out my mistake came in the last ½ of mile before reaching my destination. Unfortunately in this region mistakes like that send you out of your way and although recoverable, a u-turn saves miles. Oh well. Nothing like a side trip to smell the sulfur volcano to remind you just why you didn’t look in that part of Pozzuoli. That’s my story and I’m stick to it.
By the time I was there, my registration had already been paid for by someone I had convinced to run. That should have been a warning. The kids went first, just completing the lap once for their 1 mile. Unlike the Fort Ord event, this course was nearly flat and on pavement or lawn. No walls to climb. You actually could run through the mud…but you did have to crawl through sand. After Dylan ran with the kids, I asked him for any pointers. The following words of wisdom were given to me: “Walking is running. Running is walking. Skipping is jogging. Jogging is skipping. Skipping is jogging. And jogging is the fastest thing a human can do.” I repeated it to make sure I got it and he said “yep- you’ll take first place.” Sweet!
I did decent. Not quite first place but did okay. One of the kids of new friend decided to run the 5K rather than the kids run so I told her that I’d run with her. I caught up with her on lap two and we walked until she was good to go. (Any reason I can find to stop- right?) We did a lap and a half together and even picked Dylan up along the way. Seeing I was dangerously close to the 30min mark I told her that I had to go faster but would run back and finish it with her. No, I didn’t ditch her! We had less than a ½ of mile remaining. Dylan took a short cut and met up with me again, running along side the course shouting advice like “slide on your butt (down the hill)” and “don’t forget to skip through the mud.” Did I mention that he’s 6?
At any rate, I met my time limit (with 100 seconds to spare) and when I turned back to find my buddy I realized she had kicked it into high gear and had already crossed. She just may be a running buddy in the making. Hey- we all know that I need someone to keep me accountable mile after mile.
So we were done with the event and as I stood by the mud pit I saw Bruce pass through. Bruce is the guy that gets things done with it comes to registering cars and also happens to be my supervisor’s husband. As soon as I was spotted, he asked where my cell phone was. Not with me. Next thing I know it, he’s getting ready to pull me into the mud pit. At least he waited until someone was ready to snap some pictures. My bib was already in a sad state of affairs but this plunge led it to its shallow muddy grave. Yep. I’m sure these pics will be all over work as I’m pretty sure his entire family will be tagged on FB so by default my supervisor will see them. Whatever- people need to know what kind of fun they missed out on. As for my shoes? Well, I’ll see if they can recover as I wait for their real replacement pair to head back from Monterey.
I think the best part of all of this was driving back muddified and passing Enzo when I was almost back to my place. So I may be getting better at getting into the drive way, but that doesn’t mean I don’t stop traffic while doing it. Hey, it’s my kingdom and they need to yield to the crown. Speaking of “kingdom” I keep catching myself walking around. Maybe it’s because I’m finally free from my prison cell? The funny part is while in TLA I had internet and tv. Oh well…the quite is rather nice. Then again when I say quiet it’s really not, especially with the window open to the traffic below. I guess I’m also getting used to that though because when things turned quiet I woke up. No, I didn’t have to look at the clock- I knew it had to be 2. I’m still amazed that nearly an entire town shuts down for rest. Then again, it’s a great custom that I follow just about any day I can especially when it’s so stinking hot. Luckily I have so many windows and doors to open that I can create an awesome cross breeze throughout my tunnel.
Alright, back to scheming furniture layout. First trip to Ikea is scheduled for tomorrow and if I don’t go with a list I’ll be in trouble!
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