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Monday, September 26, 2011

Ultra Training Weeks #1 & 2

Week #1-
Weights - þ
Walk - þ (6 miles)
Hills/Sprints- L
Med. Run-þ (7 miles)
Long Run-þ (11 miles)

Week #2-
Weights - þ
Walk - þ (6 miles)
Hills/Sprints- þ (8 hills/2 sprints)
Med. Run-þ (10 miles)
Long Run-þ (14.5 miles)

What I've learned:
  • I thought adding a second run each week was going to be tough, exhausting and something to be feared.  Not the case at all.  I actually feel stronger and more self confident.
  • During the hardest run in my life (week #1's medium run), all I wanted to do was quit.  I was jet lagged, severely sleep deprived, dehydrated, bloated and out of shape from not having run so much as a single step during vacation.  But I kept telling myself that if I couldn't run 8 miles with jet lag, there was no way I was going to be able to run 31 miles on race day.  So I kept pretending it was race day and I had to ignore my dead legs.  Worst run ever, but so glad I hobbled through and finished.
  • Even when you feel like the chubbiest, slowest runner out there, someone is driving by and thinking that you're a champ.  And they're more right than you are...so quit the negative self talk/pity party and embrace the positive- you're out there.  Your legs work.  :-)  
  • If you (re)read Chi Running and try to work on deeper breathing while running (and you do it with your mouth instead of your nose), you will consume some unintended protein (of the insect variety).  Twice. So in one month, I've eaten a bite each of shark, whale and gnat.  ;-)  Sadly, the gnat tasted the best.  BY FAR.
  • Best part of my long run on Sunday?  Having this cell phone conversation with Ryan:
Ryan: Mama?
Me: Hi Ryan!
Ryan:  Mama?
Me: Yes, Ryan?
Ryan: Mama?
Me:  Ryan, I'm here.
Ryan: You want to know something very sad, mama?
Me: What happened, Ryan?
Ryan: It's very, very sad.
Me: Tell me what's sad, Ryan.  
Ryan: There was no newspaper in the mailbox this morning...AND no mail either! *pouts*
Me: Aww, that IS very sad, Ryan.
Ryan: Yes, I'm VERY, VERY sad.  

I can only hope no one else had such a SAD, SAD Sunday.  ;-)

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Ry in the month of September

While our little guy is at his first sleepover in a long time with his cousin and my parents down at their condo, thought I'd catch up on some Ryan pics this month.  :-)
Guess who just opened up the Halloween containers?  (When you live on a small island, you get excited about the little things.  I used to be mildly embarrassed by this fact, but no more.)    I now embrace the fact that we don't have much to do- it keeps stress low and appreciation for personal relationships high.  :-)
Getting silly!  I wonder where he gets that from?
There are very little things in life more calming than being the first one on the beach in the morning...
Our little waterman finding his groove.
Hawaii's first toddler (sort of) tandem SUP team!  
One day he will give me crap about the safety helmet...and I will deserve it.  Still, worth the laughs.

Ryan's first time fishing with daddy and his cousins (who go shoreline fishing regularly and thankfully have ALL the equipment and experience we lack)...he caught a little hinalaya.  Not sure who was more frightened, the fish or Ryan!

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Seattle!

We spent some time in Seattle both to and from Reykjavik to help break up the flying (mama ain't gettin' aaaany younger).  Seattle and I go a long way back.  My brother went to UW, so I flew there a lot in high school, then later- every year in college for a golf tournament.  So when we flew there two years ago en route to Alaska (and again on this trip)- it was a happy reunion.  Here a few pics of our time there!
Ryan hanging out with the pilot, discussing alternate flight patterns & thrusters and stuff.  ;-)
There is nothing Ryan loves more than a train ride!
Checking out the famous Gum Wall in Seattle...pretty, but kinda gross.

One my favorite places on Earth- Pikes Market! 
Not a lover of fish...but who doesn't love a fish market? 
"Hollywood Ryan"
Doing naughty things with Uncle Joey!
Riding the elephant at the mall!
At the Rainforest Cafe checking out their wares, but seriously...I think Ry could rock purple hair!
Can't wait to go back to the Rainforest Cafe in Rancho with Aunty Kathy in January!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Bonus Iceland Footage & Out Takes! ;-)

This was the beautiful home of our rented Reykjavik apartment owner, the lovely Anna Lara.  While the apartment was being cleaned for our arrival, she invited us over and for breakfast (and even insisted that Ryan sleep in her bed).  I will forever remember her kindness and generosity.

This was the bathroom of our apartment, which we loved.  Ryan got to soak in the huge, deep tub a few times.  We had some of the nicest showers while in Iceland, where the water couldn't be hotter (it takes longer to get cool water than hot because of the geothermal heat) or cleaner.  Yes, there was a tiny bit of a sulphoric smell tinging the water at times, but I barely noticed, and frankly, didn't care about.  I believe Iceland leads the charge in using something like 90% geothermal energy, and I hope the Big Island is on its way to mimicking that usage.  
Ryan loved these steps leading up to the attic of Anna's apartment (it was a few minutes walk from her home)...they would never make code in the US!  He loved to catapult himself off of them onto the sofa below!
Right outside our front door there was a newly renovated park for Ryan to play at, so this is where we spent nearly every evening.  :-)
Ryan at the open air museum (that's a turf house in the background)...he couldn't have cared less about the place, all he wanted to do was run in the grass, fall down in it, play in their park and blow dandelions.

Ryan with his beloved Mickey Mouse (he recently discovered the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse show) at the Kringlan mall.  Thank you Grandpa, for paying the $2 rides for him since mommy wasn't going to choke it up.

A more impressive, futuristic view of the now defunct Perlan looming above the city (but only maybe a mile from our apartment).

Okay, so while this word doesn't technically mean "toilet," it refers to the family-style restroom.  And c'mon, have you ever seen a funnier looking word for peeing and pooping?  The entire trip Joey would announce, "I need to go snyrt!" or "Don't go in there!  I was just snyrting."  (Always classy that one!)

I remember seeing the cubed cantaloupe and watermelon in Japan over a decade ago, but never took a photo of it because it wasn't so unusual to see then.  Now?  Priceless.  Sure, sure...they won't roll around in transit or in your cart, but is it worth the $30+ to buy one?  'Cause they don't look so hot.

I would have been one helluva Viking!

Our little angel picking dandelions at the park...I think God created them for our children's amusement.

Okay, so it's not Niagara...but it was still beautiful enough to leave your breathless.

On our last morning in Reyjavik, as we were rushing around trying to get out of the city (psst!  Look!  It's my dad reading my blog!), Ryan decided to "help" make his own breakfast.  What a great helper he was!  But it was so cute because he looked up at me with a huge grin and said, "Oh!  I know what happened!  If you turn the box upside down, the cereal comes out!"  Hah-vahd, here we come!

I'd read that Icelanders love their sweets.  But I had no idea that pretty much every single store in the land would have a large candy display.  Seriously, Iceland does NOT mess around when it comes to candy.

Take note, America...THIS is how it should be.

Even though he's tall for his age, lanky and has light brown hair, I know he's mine whenever I see that smile...eyeballs not at all visible, chubby cheeks.  All me. [proud]

Joey calls this his Match.com profile picture.  He calls any picture like this that though.  I have one too (scroll down below).
This was the day Ryan was chafed from his pants and we let him strip down to his skivvies (it wasn't very cold).  Here he is being carried down the mountain, exhausted, by Uncle Joey.

Even though he couldn't have been less impressed by the lagoon or boat, Ryan did muster enough interest to hoist a piece of ice out of the water for us!

The senior component of the tour...which did not excuse my father from his one assigned duty on this trip- luggage loader!  (No one can pack 18 suitcases, a golf bag and 23 carry on's into the trunk of compact like he can.)  My mother's only job was photographer (she has the fanciest camera), but she also served as co-chef, dishwasher and nanny.  :-)

The two bestsest buddies in the whole wide world!

Gramps taking his turn hauling ice out of the lagoon.  All we were missing was the Malolo syrup!  Interesting side note: This man can move boulders in 90 degree heat & humidity without complaint.  But put him in 40 degree, breezy weather and he turns into a chattering, shivering little girl.  He bundles up and hunkers down in the back of the van with the heat turned on high while his scrawny three-year old grandson frolics around outside half nude!  Yes, I would be deeply ashamed too.  I will let him know you think so as well.

Joey staged and took this photo of me for my own future Match.com photo!  :-)

Okay, slightly creepy...but this is what my brother does with his scarf anytime he wants to snooze and doesn't want his head rolling around.  He ties it to the chair back!  Mind you, he does this on trains, planes and automobiles.  But here's the thing- it works great!  Free final tip: He claims if you tie it just right,  you can also make an eye mask to block out light!  Go on!  Get your scarves out, try it.  You'll see.  Credit the source!

And one last time...the Blue Lagoon.  They made me put floaties on Ryan because, and I quote- "If he drowns, we won't be able to find the body."  Nice.  Very reassuring.  Oh, and if you happen to have eagle eyes from my other Blue Lagoon pictures- guess who wore a wet suit in Iceland?  Ryan did!  And it totally helped!  Even though the water was heated (trust me, it doesn't help for long), he never once chattered and asked to leave.  The best $15 (for a $60+ suit!) ever spent...taak fyrir eBay!

Friday, September 16, 2011

Day 8 - Keflavik

Our last day in Iceland was spent in Keflavik (a former military base right near the international airport). Our accommodations were at a great B & B located right on base.   Since Keflavik is a pretty small town, we headed down to the wharf so we could check out the sights.

Right near the harbor we found a restored Icelandic fishing boat that we got to climb up into.

No trip to a boat is complete without the cheese ball Titanic pose!

We also tried to teach Ryan how to salute Navy-style to dismiss us from the boat, one by one.  Thought that would make his Navy vet Grandma proud!

Then we took him to a cave of a popular Icelandic children's character (a giant) that lives inside.  There was the actual giant inside and giant-sized furniture to sit on, but I wasn't feeling it (the giant was kinda creepy).  The giant had sound connected to it, and would periodically snore (& fart).  However, they did have one very sweet element- a little tree inside covered in baby pacifiers!  My guess is that reluctant children are herded there by their parents to deposit their pacifiers there as part of a ritual connected to the story.  I guess the giant likes them.  

From there we headed over to DusHuus, a cultural center that three different components to it- a historic boat museum, a museum of artifacts from the former US military base and an art gallery.  Since I have an attention span of a 2-year old (with ADD) at these types of places, we didn't last all that long.  :-)  I'll be honest, due to our looming flight, our last day there we were having to dig pretty deep for entertainment.

However, I couldn't miss this great work of art at the gallery, which Rich entitled, "The Inviting Vagina."  Aptly named.  It will not be gracing my home anytime soon.  I know the beauty of art is subjective, but um...really?  A happy vagina?  I guess its better than an unhappy vagina...

After our final few meals (I think we ate out 4 times over the last 2 days in an attempt to get our fill of the local cuisine), we took an evening flight back to Seattle.  Our flight route took us right over Greenland, which was THRILLING for me.  I've flown over icy territory before (Russia), but there's something about Greenland that just fascinated and captivated me.  It looked so utterly harsh, desolate, unforgiving...and yet...beautiful.  I would love to visit there...for a day.  I can easily handle temps in the 40s & 50s, and I could even handle three cold winters in Japan in a freezing, drafty old apartment.  But I draw the line at daily sub-zero temps.  I just don't think it would be all that fun, day after day.  Once I built an Igloo, made a snowman and got to see my boogers freeze, I'd be over it and ready to head to the mall or something.  ;-)

The only downside of this trip (and its hard to come up with anything), is that I was initially sick (cough! cough!), and we had an ah...little snafu in Seattle at our first hotel.  I will not name it here because I've already exacted my revenge with a scathing, but honest Travelocity review (Joey did the same on Yelp while it happened...love social media!).  In a nutshell- we had printed, confirmed reservations for two rooms made back in December.  However, after presenting them, we were told that they were already full, and to basically scram.  Without apology. When we politely insisted that they could do more (by honoring our reservation/rate and booking us with their nearby sister property), we were told to beat it (again), or the cops would be called since I was being "hostile and pushy and rude."  Though I was definitely insistent, I never raised my voice, name called or resorted to any type of so-called hostile behavior (my father was standing next to me the entire time).  After a few minutes of the manager's howling to leave or the cops would be called, we figured we were wasting our time with a complete cuckoo bird and left. Thankfully, we found other better accommodation for those three nights quite easily and quickly.  It did cost more, however, and I briefly debated writing a letter to management in an attempt to recoup the difference, but wisely decided to move on with my life.  I will say though, that in all my years of travel (nearly 20 years), I've never had a confirmed reservation lost.   So this hotel is a real class act.  

I have a few more photos of the trip I'd love to post that didn't quite make the cut the first go 'round, so this isn't the end of the trip photos just yet.  :-)  I would rate this vacation as one of the best ever- the flights were short and on fantastic carriers (oh, it makes a difference!), the weather was spectacular, we didn't encounter a SINGLE tout (heck, we barely saw anyone outside of Reykjavik), we discovered skyr yogurt (puts Greek yogurt to shame...why is this not their greatest export?), enjoyed some swank accommodations (by OUR standards), we accomplished everything we wanted to see/do (and more!), and even though it was more expensive than Tokyo in many ways- we made it reasonably affordable.  Children's t-shirts were about $33 everywhere, a child's wool hat was about $42, a third of a tank fill up ran us $91 US with a $6.50 foreign transaction fee...  Thankfully, I'm not a souvenir girl (the same cannot be said for my other half), and Ryan never asks for stuff, so the high prices didn't bother me much.  I get it.  It's an island, everything is shipped from Europe, which is already pretty pricey.  We know how that feels.  :-)

Iceland was a unique combination of Hawaii (volcanoes), Alaska (glaciers), California (think Yellowstone ambiance) and of course- Iceland.  ;-)  The Blue Lagoon, Jokulsarlson (glacial lagoon) and the turf houses all made my top three list of things to do there.   I loved the country (and company!) more than I ever thought I would, and would love to go back...except that there is always so much more I want to see/do before I begin repeating destinations.  

In fact, we already decided on the destination of our next international trip (eve before we got to Iceland).  In November of 2012, if all goes well, we hope to be rockin' the kasbah (or riyadh)  in Morocco.   Joey's definitely in (he's always in, he loves not having to plan, and we love having a manny!), but my parents are waffling (they will be convinced, trust me). ;-)