Soccer on the last day

Watching, not playing, though.

Another Juneathon for the books. This one ended with a 1. 47 mile walk with my coworker before another 7 hour stretch at our booth and then the US women’s soccer game against Germany.  Not so much activity, unless you count fist pumps and woo-hoos!

Here are my Juneathon stats:

  • # of runs: 18
  • # of miles: 103
  • # of steps: 423,074
  • # of miles: 217 (but 103 of those are running miles)
  • # of days I missed my step goal: 12 (gee, look at that. On the 18 days I ran, I hit or surpassed my step goal).
  • # of yoga days: 10
  • # of Juneathon days missed: 2
  • cities visited: 2
  • miles traveled: too many to count
  • days away from home: 16
  • houses sold and sold (tentatively): 1 of each
  • colleges visited: 3
  • sewing projects started: 2/completed: 0
  • knitting projects started: 2/completed: 1 (almost, that is)

I am tired. My july-athon will consist of napping.

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Robin Hood

watch out!


Yesterday I took my 2nd sewing class with Sunni from A Fashionable Stitch. We only had two hours together, but I got the two most difficult elements of my Landgate anorak complete: the lined hood (complete with zip) and a welt pocket.  The rest of the project should go together quite easily (raglan sleeves sewn to the front and back.  The only tricky part will be adding the lining, but it shouldn’t be that tough. (she says with confidence having done this, hmmm, maybe zero times before.)

Yesterday was a recovery day. I did some light yoga, because honestly, my legs were not having anything to do with moving about. It took considerable concentration to lower myself into a seated position. And if I stayed there too long (which was approximately 4 or 5 minutes), then I was unable to rise. If I stayed standing, after the same 4 or 5 minutes, I was incapable to walking. Downhill running works completely different muscles, which I knew in theory, but now have experienced first hand.  Today already feels much better.

I’m now into my last four days in Salt Lake. It’s a really really clean city. The architecture is less inspiring, but the cleanliness (next to godliness?) is remarkable. On my way to pick up lunch the other day, I came across this:


Any city that hires folks to clean the grout between bricks really takes its cleanliness to heart. Oh, and he’s doing this in 100F temps.  The people here are quite friendly, too. The runners ALL wave and say good morning. People chat each other up in line. Restaurant and service industry staff are all very pleasant. It’s nearly impossible to be in a bad mood, except when trying to get into a wine bar without a US passport. That can’t happen. (back story: my coworker, a US citizen, lives in Edinburgh, and has a Scottish driver’s license, and doesn’t carry around his passport when he travels. However, said foreign driver’s license isn’t legal enough for the state of Utah to allow him to drink wine in a bar. Oh. And he’s 40, and while young looking, is clearly much older than 21).

Maybe if he wore a hood.

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Roller Coaster

I’m lucky that almost everywhere I travel for work there’s a half marathon on the docket within a reasonable distance. Such was the case with Salt Lake City. When I learned I would be here for 2 weeks, I quickly googled races in Utah in June and the American Fork Canyon Half Marathon popped up.

So, while I didn’t register until the day before, I had this race in my back pocket for a long time, making it sorta my goal race to crack that elusive sub 2 hour time barrier. Given the net downhill, it was a totally reasonable expectation.

Spoiler: I didn’t quite get there. le sigh.

The race venue was amazing, although a bit on the early side. I was up at 3am, left my airbnb by 3:30 and got to American Fork high school by 4:15 to catch the bus to the start line, up the canyon. It was amazing to watch the sun rise while in the canyon. It was also quite remarkable at how not cold it was. You could tell people were prepared for much cooler temps–plenty of down jackets, etc. This did not bode well.


The race (small-ish at about 2500 people) started promptly at 6am. And the first half mile was a very steep downhill.  But after that initial shock, the downhill evened out and the race meandered around the curves of this beautiful canyon road.

Given the grade of the slope, my breathing, even at this elevation, wasn’t labored.  I made a pitstop between mile 5 and 6, and it was at that point, as I walked to the porto-johns, that I realized how “funny” my legs felt. I knew at that point the downhill was going to take a toll.

Miles 1-8: 9:25, 8:52, 8:25, 8:44, 8:01, 9:27, 8:38

At about mile 8, we were out of the canyon and the course transitioned to some grassland trails.  This is not quite as picturesque as it sounds–there was a golf course and its ubiquitous housing development along the outskirts of the trail, but the undulation of the course was very welcome. The beating sun (yes, even at 7am) was not.  I did some walking along these miles.

Miles 9-11: 9:48, 9:38, 10:34 (some walking there, too)

We then turned into the town and made our way back to the high school.  At this point it was quite hot. At one point, my eyes got all stingy from the salty sweat. More walking.

Miles 12-13: 10:03, 10:30 and :47 (for the .1)

Garmin finish time: 2:01:43.  That was a new PR.  But the kicker? My chip time: 2:03:57. That’s not a PR. :(


I should be happier about this. It’s a decent time (esp considering the bathroom break and the walking). The heat was on, but as it was not humid in the least, it wasn’t as debilitating as some other races I’ve done. The course was amazingly beautiful, and god only knows when I’ll get a chance to run a canyon again. But I’m not happy with how I approached the latter miles. I think it was around mile 10 or so when I realized I would really have to hoof it to make the sub 2. And I chose not to. And between miles 12 and 13, when I realized I could do some damage to my PR, I actually slowed down!  I can train my legs and lung capacity til the cows come home, but it’s the mental game where the wheels come off. I’m not quite sure how to remedy this, because it’s clearly the lynchpin between me and sub 2.

Anyways, the big issue for me today is how to actually move. After the race, I spent a delightful (hahahahaha) 7 hours standing at my booth. And now, after a well-deserved night’s rest, I cannot move. oh lord.

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today was a great day. 

Today’s juneathon consisted of jumping for joy. Singing praises. Mile-long smiles. Thank you SCOTUS. 

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Wake, run, work, rinse, repeat

Amazing how quickly you can settle into a rut, even in a new locale. Today was another run through the canyon then 7 hours on my feet in the booth. Evening was an excellent visit to a local yarn shop, Blazing Needles.  (I did not buy anything, although I’m sorely tempted by this. and this. and this. ). I especially appreciated the tricked out lexus.

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There actually was a bit more to my day.  My run in the canyon leads me past this sign, and it makes me giggle every time, as I wonder what on earth the pipe could possibly be doing that’s so nasty.


And we carb-loaded at a local well-known Mexican place for dinner.


Yes. Killer food. And killer drinks. And a killer line. But all worth it.


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Does talking alot count?

Booth hours started at 8am today, meaning there was no time for a run.

And actually, there really wasn’t that much walking.

But I moved my mouth a lot. Both for talking and eating. Does that count?


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no bobsled today

just another canyon run and a long day at the booth.

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which of these activities did I complete today for my Juneathon commitment?

  1. 4 ish mile run through the canyons of Utah
  2. .8 mile bobsled run at the Olympic Park in Park City, Utah
  3. measuring and pinning and cutting out my new Landgate anorak?

If you answered “All of the above” then you would be correct!

For my first full day in Salt Lake I mapped out what I thought would be a pleasant jaunt around the state capitol, through a park and then home.  However, although SLC is laid out on a grid, I still suck at map reading and counting and found myself climbing this enormous hill that dumped me into a canyon.  I followed the other runners and soon found my way out, but across town.  Plenty of sights to be seen, though.

My coworker and I then hoofed it on over to the convention center, creepily named the Salt Palace (it makes me shudder every time I think of it) to set up our booth. Mission accomplished, we then set out for some sightseeing.  The rental car guy recommended visiting the Olympic Village in Park City, mentioning that bobsled rides were available.

My heart froze. I hate things that are too fast, too high, too out of my control. But Oliver (said coworker) was game, so off we went and we found ourselves at the visitor’s center, purchasing tickets to hurtle ourselves down the men’s bobsled run.

Confession time: I’ve never ridden a roller coaster. The combination of the speed and heights makes me sick to my stomach. I will use any excuse in the book to avoid roller coasters.

But I figured that I can do anything for a minute and 10 seconds (the amount of time it takes to hurl yourself down a bobsled run). And I can honestly say now, having ridden a bobsled at 7o mph, experiencing 5Gs of force, that it’s not the speed I’m afraid of. It’s the heights. Because the bobsled was FREAKIN’ FANTASIC!!!!

And boy, do you need some serious strength to do bob sled. When sitting in the sled, your back had to be straight, arms braced against the side of the sled, and shoulders shrugged to keep your head from flying off. Because it will.  My arms and elbows are quite bruised, and my neck is still a bit sore, but I’d do it again in a minute!

We rushed home after bob sledding, as I had a sewing lesson with Sunni from A Fashionable Stitch. I’m making this:


in a pretty navy wool. A quick two hours later, I had all my pieces cut out and we’ll start sewing on Sunday!

Is there a prize for most varied activities?

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Lots of distance, but not so much movement

Today I traveled 2,201 miles from my home in NJ to my temporary work/home in Salt Lake City, Utah, where I’ll be for work for the next 12 days.  Unlike my trip to Indianapolis 3 years ago (for the same reason), this year my coworkers and I rented an actual house through Airbnb. This will be much better. Maybe.

But, even though my body physically is 2,201 miles away from its starting point, I didn’t quite make my step goal (although according to google, it would take me 722 hours to walk the distance). And since my crack o’ dawn plane meant a 3:45am wake up, I didn’t get much Juneathon activity in either.  However, my heart rate increased incredibly on my ride to the airport, as my taxi driver just may have been high or drunk, and we had a few close calls with some Jersey barriers.

Once in Salt Lake City, I was greeted with temps over 100F. Yes, it was a dry heat, but man, it still was hot! I ran a few errands (and sweat, so I’m counting that as Juneathon) and mapped out some morning runs for the next few days. I also saw these fab bike racks! Too bad they were outside a store only accessible by highway.


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it’s too easy to get caught up in the day to day, checking to-dos off that never-ending list, going through the motions. Juneathon brings some welcome variety to the daily slog. It’s entertaining, at times enlightening, and the virtual camaraderie is always encouraging.

But sometimes the real world comes barging through my little bubble, giving me pause. Such was the case Thursday morning, when we awoke to the news of yet another mass shooting. It is really hard for me to understand why we as a country continue to allow this to happen. And it makes me absolutely sick that at the end of a news cycle or two, this story will disappear and then in another month or two most likely IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN.

My blog’s about knitting and running and sewing and the Things with some travel thrown in. It’s not meant to be political or religious. I lean left and I like to think that I have an open mind, and will listen objectively to opposing view points. At the same time, I tend to be less vocal about my beliefs in public. I’m not looking for a fight and I find it pointless to try to change the minds of many who are set in their ways.

But I’m at the end of my tether, so here I go. There should be no “conceal carry” laws in this country. I don’t see the point of guns for non-hunting uses. Oh, and people are not prey. Also, WTF with regular folk needing automatic weapons? NO! Magazines should be illegal.  Kids should be safe in their schools, parishioners in their churches. The Confederate flag should not be flown over state capitals. Black lives matter. ALL lives matter. I HATE this “us vs. them” mentality.  My list goes on and on.

But Jon Stewart says it so much more eloquently (this is long, but worth the time):

“…the nuanced language of lack of effort.”

This phrase kept coming back to me throughout my eight mile run this morning. Long runs without music are good for that. I’m not sure how much of a difference I, as a single person, can make, but anything is better than what’s happening now.

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