Wednesday, June 10, 2015

I am a Mud Runner - pics 1

So I am having major problems with Blogger and cannot put all of my pictures from the Mud Run in one post.  This means I have to make multiple posts for these pictures, and for that  I am sorry for all the links you have to click on to see the awesome pics.  And also, it is quite annoying for me trying so many times and spending so much time trying to make this work. 

So without further ado, here are the 1st set of pics -

In the beginning and clean

Setting off, so excited

About to go up a mound of dirt

 

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

I am a Mud Runner

Well, it has happened.  I have become a slightly addicted mud run runner.  Let me clarify something about that 'running' though; it is more like some slow, short-distance jogging interrupting lots of slightly faster-paced, long-distance walking.  But being in a race can qualify me as a half-assed runner, right?  Here is how all of this came about....

This past February my co-worker, Emily decided she was going to run a 5k race this year; running for her means actual running.  While looking for one, she happened upon the Rugged Maniac 5k obstacle filled race in Rockingham NC.  And immediately after stumbling upon it, she started recruiting me.  She had pulled up their site to show me how awesome fun it would be to complete 25 obstacles, a couple of which included crawling through mud under barbed wire.  My initial response was "Oh hell no.  I am not paying people good money to crawl through mud under barbed wire."  I mean what kind of crazy person would want to that?  So "no."  But then came her enthusiasm - lots of it and shiny too.  Like a glitter-bomb.  Yay, cool glitter; it will make things super cool looking.   But "booooo" to a glitter-bomb; lots of junk to deal with.  So her fervor sounded nice enough, but I was not falling for that mess.  Then 2 days later, I fell for her excitement-filled mess.  I said yes, told my husband, signed up and paid all while thinking, "what the hell am I doing?".  A couple of days later, I called a great friend of mine, and her first response was something like "you signed up for what?" with some incredulousness in her tone.  *which, to be honest, I felt the same way after registration and payment.*  But then after talking about it, she was fully on-board with the idea.  I decided to look upon this event as a Freedom Opportunity.  And if you missed the post about Freedom Opportunities, here it is

So for any of you that has not heard of the Rugged Maniac run, here is what you get in this 3.1 miles littered with obstacles - a cool t-shirt, a medal, one free beer and free professional pictures.  But first, you must pass through 25 obstacles, like the Frog Hop, Head Scratcher, Jacob's Ladder, Ninja, Tipping Point, Napoleon’s Complex, The Trenches and 18 others that I cannot recall the names of now.  But here is their website to show you more http://www.ruggedmaniac.com/obstacles/

Besides me, Emily also recruited her sister, Taylor to join us for the big day of tough fun.  So from mid-February to mid-May, we exercised more than normal.  I mainly concentrated on getting stronger, because I knew I would need more upper body strength than I had, which was like that of a kid - enough to climb trees with but that was about all.  I figured I would need more - not to the extent of a she-hulk, but somewhere in between.  However, in the end, I think I became a slightly stronger kid.  In April, Taylor became sick and her body became weak and after going to a doctor, she realized that she would not be able to run this rugged course with us.  This was not a ruse or a ploy to back out; she didn't have any doubts about her decision or begin to feel like she was crazy for doing this.  There was no 'what the F was I thinking' moment.  So then she recruited her boyfriend Harry to take her place.  He readily agreed and then later on realized he got hustled when he saw the obstacles.  And then on the day of the race, he magically and conveniently became too tired and stressed out from the previous week's work to run with us.  (hahaha!  j/k Harry.  I know you your back-out was genuine.  ;-))

Anyway, on to the day of the big race, which was May 16, 2015.  Emily and I knew we would need to eat big breakfasts mainly consisting of several eggs, because we would need all the energy we could get to make it through.  We all meet up at Rockingham Dragway in the late morning for the big day.  After registration and getting our shirts and bib numbers, we stood around and stretched while getting  pumped up and waited for our 12p start time.  To support us crazy women were our hubbies, her parents & nephew, her daughter Olivia and Taylor & Harry.  Olivia decorated our shirts for the event, which in the end Emily forgo wearing.  We named our team "Oli's Races," Oli being short for Olivia.  So in foam letters, Oli put our team name on the front, our respective names on the back; and also on the back, she wrote in marker the race date and the other team member names.  Oli was super cute, excited and encouraging.  She was great to have around both before and after.  There were a few thousand people running this race, and there were tons of team shirts.  Some people wore tu-tus, others wore American themed gear and there was one man running in a kilt.  We really hoped for his 'special' sake that he had something on underneath as there things to climb and mud to go through - not to mention people climbing up walls behind him.  Hahaha!

In order to line up for the start, we had to climb a wall, roughly 5 feet tall; let me tell you, I am not a graceful person at all.  While wiggling over the wall on my belly and trying to swing my legs over, I hit a guy with my foot.  But he was gracious about it, because we all knew more hits and kicks were ahead of us.  We set off, jogging at first, which turned to walking, to our 1st obstacle - climbing over 2 more walls.  The 2nd obstacle was The Trenches, where you had to jump over, yep you guessed it, trenches, and there were 12 of them.  They were about 5 feet deep.  Want to know how I know that?  I fell in one.  Yep the very first one.  I was running to it and at the last second, instead of leaping like I was supposed to, I panicked and fell in.  So after climbing out and literally dusting myself off, I ran and jumped over the last 11.  I will admit that I jumped over the ends rather than in the middle, because the ends were a little narrower.  I would guess that on average the middle of each was about 4-5 feet wide.  Then we climbed a tall wooden wall, which was probably about 15 feet high.  It was easy because the 2x4 boards it was made of were quite easy to climb up and over.

I don’t remember the order of the obstacles, but I know we climbed over large mounds of sand, walked over a teeter totter, carried 25lb sand bags up and down a hill, climbed over more walls, jumped into and walked through 2 pools of cool, refreshing dirty water, crawled through pipes, crawled through mud under barbed wire (twice), went up and down stadium seating, walked over water while dodging extra-large bags (similar to what boxers use for practice), leaped over big floating “lilypads”, went over water while holding onto/swinging from rings, leaped over fire, and I don’t remember what else before the final obstacle.  I do remember, though, that going up and down the stadium seating (especially going up) was a real bitch.  Because you were not going up normal steps, no, you were going up the actual seats, which meant you had higher to step up.  At the end of every ‘up’ and the end of every ‘down’ I had to stop for a minute and take a breather. 

Also, while I attempted every obstacle, I did fail most of them, quite spectacularly.   And the ones that involved going through/over water, I definitely hesitated for a couple of minutes before attempting them.  For the Rings, where you had to swing across grabbing them to go over water, I did not make it past the 2nd ring.  I would guess there were maybe close to 10 of them.  I had a ring in each hand while standing on the platform.  As soon as I left the platform, trying to reach for ring #3, I fell and hit hard.  The next day, I had a rather large bruise on my derriere.  For Frog Hop, where you had to jump onto/across 4 ‘lillypads’s, I made it to lillypad #2 and fell in while going for #3.  Emily did super well at the Frog Hop and made it more than half way at The Rings.

And now to describe the last obstacle.  It was a bitch too, but not nearly as bad as those awful awful stadium stairs.  So the very last thing you did was slide down a roughly 50 feet wall into a shallow pool of muddy water.  But here is how you got to the big slide – 1) you had to get a running start for a completely smooth, warped wall.  The wall was concave.  So you had to run up it as far as you could and then start looking for people’s hands to grab to get you up and over the top.  I would guess that the wall was maybe somewhere around 20 feet high (I could be way off though).  So, I run and get maybe close to half way up and there were 2 guys at the top who grabbed my hands and got me over.  It was not an easy task for them.  As I said, the wall was completely smooth, so it was quite difficult to get any footing, so as they held onto and pulled me, I was basically dead weight in their hands.  One gut had me lift my leg so he could grab that and make it a little easier for he and the other guy.  Once they got me over the top and go to set me down, I still really did not have much control over my arms and leg, and so landed (softly) on my back and was basically like a turtle with my arms and feet sticking straight up.  Again, I have no grace.  I was incredibly thankful that those 2 guys were there to help me out and that they were quite strong!!  Once I got righted, then there was a cargo net to climb over to make my way to the top of the slide.

I will say through it all, Emily was especially encouraging and supportive.  She was not overly pushy but would not let me give up.  So about half way through, I started calling her drill sergeant, shortened to sarge.  But she was probably the only nice drill sergeant that has ever lived.  ;-)  She was faster, completed nearly every obstacle before I did, and had loads more energy, gusto & eagerness than I.  I told her multiple times throughout the course how much I appreciated her patience at my slowness and her encouragement, and I wanted to write out my immense gratefulness.  We finished the course in 1 hour and 42 minutes.  We figured about 5-10 of those minutes were spent waiting to at some obstacles in order to complete/attempt them.

So the Rugged Maniac company puts on a rocking party for their events.  They have a foam pit, bounce house, mechanical bull, band and food & drink tents.  When I first signed up for this rugged adventure and even when we arrived that morning, I believed that I would want to stay around and enjoy the fun.  Well after finishing that 3.1 miles of doing some tough stuff, I was ready to go home.  Despite the falls, not successfully completing every obstacle, going up and down those bastard stadium seats and that really challenging wall at the end, I had a great time and I really did have fun.  I would definitely want to do another mud run in the near future – maybe my next one will be less intense.

*As soon as I can make things work in blogger, I will have pictures for this in a separate post*

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Women's Choice About Having Children



Kids.  Do you have them or not?  Plenty of nosy, bossy, superior-feeling, condescending busybodies with righteous fury say all women must have kids – if you physically can that is.  What the hell business is it of theirs I ask you?


Lets back up and start at the beginning.  When I was a child, teenager and even young adult, I thought I wanted children.  Three, just like my momma and oldest sister.  Then I grew up and realized a few things.  Wait.  Let’s back this up memory train up even farther. 


I became an aunt when I was 5.5 years old, became an aunt for the second time 1 year later, and became an aunt for the third time when I was 10.  Back then I did not fully realize what an aunt was supposed to be.  My nieces felt like little sisters.  My oldest sister and her husband and their three daughters all lived relatively close to my parents, middle sister and me for most of my nieces’ child and teenage years. 


My nieces and I were literally growing up together.  We had plenty of fun times together - riding horses, playing in the hayshed attached to my dad’s barn, walking through the horse pasture and woods and other farm related activities.  And since there is 13 years difference between my oldest sister and me, and 6 years between my middle sister and me, my nieces did give me youngsters to play board games and Barbie dolls with.  It was delightful having them around.  And so, I thought it would be cool to have kids of my own to play with as well when I got to that point in my life.


Now, on with the story as implied by the title. 


So, probably up until the age of 22, I believed I was going to have three children – all girls.  You know following family tradition.  ;-)  Then as I was growing into a somewhat mature thoughtful adult, I started learning more about the world and myself.  Through this learning and accompanying observations, I decided that two children would be easier for me to handle.  A couple of years after dating my boyfriend, now husband, he thought having two children would work for us as well.  He grew up in a family of three too, but he is the oldest of a brother and sister.  Then a few more years went by, and we sort of debated about only having one child.  Then as time went on, we realized that ‘no children’ was the way for us. 


You see, after nearly 6 years of marriage (married in June 2009), we sincerely, without a flicker of doubt, truly enjoy our childless marriage.  We like having time just for ourselves, being responsible for only ourselves (dog and fish being the exceptions here).  It has gotten to the point where when someone (stranger or not) asks when we are having children, we may have to resort to LYING.  We lie and say ‘they are not in the plans just now.’  When a society values honesty, they sure as hell are hypocrites when the truth is different than their opinion.  Shame on us for trying to be honest and answer those terrible, personal inquiries with an honest answer by saying ‘we do not want children.’


I am of the mind that a person should do what makes them happy since we only get one shot at living in this big, opinion-filled, shame-you-for-being-different world.  Not having children makes my husband and me happy.  Do those interfering, patronizing people who say we should have children not care if it will make my husband and me happy?  No.  Absolutely not.  You know why.  Because they are selfish clowns who feel they must pressure couples, women in particular, to be just like them.  Why would I want to be just like someone else and live a life similar to them?


Take children to dance recitals, music lessons, sportsball stuff, birthday parties of classmates, miss work because they are sick, plan summer vacations around them, and choose restaurants and movies because of them?   What makes people who don’t know me (even some who do) think all of that will make me happy?  Just because that works for them does NOT automatically mean it will work for me.  In fact, that does not mean that kind of lifestyle works for all women.  Yes, I specifically said women in that previous sentence, because it’s usually not the men who are pressured by society to create children.


The other day I was reading a blog on Facebook, Humans of New York, and in it a woman talked about a male co-worker saying she should have children “because [she is] a woman.”  What the hell kind of reasoning is that?  My immediate, internal reply to his dumbass excuse was “You are a man with sperm.  Does that mean you are going to procreate?   Because you know, having the resources to create life absolutely means you must have children.” 


I have had arguments with people about this very subject.  One was with a disrespectful, loud-mouth co-worker and the other close-minded, chauvinistic customer who felt he knew me well enough to have this kind of personal conversation with me.  Let me first say a little something about the co-worker argument.  Husband and I have a dog, had him since he was 8 weeks old, and for the first few months of having him, he slept in his bed on the floor at the foot of our bed.  Then around 7 months old, he decided it would be great fun to get up at 5am to play.  Hubby and I minded that decision quite a bit and would get him in to bed with us so we could all sleep another couple of hours before getting up and ready for work.  Then getting him in bed with us at that un-godly hour, eventually turned into him jumping into bed of his own accord at the even un-godlier hour of 3am.  This, as you can probably guess the natural progression of things, turned into him just getting into bed with us when we went to bed.  When he was little, and before he really became the spoiled rotten dog that he is today, I said that I would never let a dog sleep in my bed.  So because of this statement “I would never let a dog sleep in my bed,” my co-worker thought that was a logical reasoning to refute my stance of not ever having kids.  “But Kacee,” he would say, “you said you never would let your dog sleep with but he does now.  So that means by saying you never want kids means that someday you will want them.”  Really???  How the hell does letting a dog sleep in my bed when I originally did not want him to in any small way compare to that of having children?  People do realize that moving a dog’s sleeping place is vastly, unequivocally different than having children right?  Is there something I am missing to this puzzle?  Since when did having a dog sleep in my bed show that I am ready to have sleepless nights, make many trips to a pediatrician, prepare a child for school, help for 12 years with homework, attend PTAs and all the other responsibilities that come along with raising children?  Since WHEN????  NEVER, is the appropriate answer. 


The argument I had with the all-too-inquisitive, no-boundaries customer was kind of similar to that with my co-worker.  He could not understand how I, and every other woman, have a CHOICE on whether or not we want to actually produce offspring.  CHOICE.  We have a CHOICE.  Do I need to write it again?  Do you need to read it again?  CHOICE.  We have a CHOICE.  Having children is NOT a requirement to be a fulfilled woman or spouse. With the co-worker and customer, I finally had to tell them that this conversation topic was closed for further discussion, and that I was not arguing anymore with them about it. 


Then recently, I had a former co-worker – female - tell me that ‘[my] clock is ticking and [I] better hurry.’  (as I write this, I will turn 34 yo this year).  What the hell?  Since her child was with her, I could not respond in the verbally profane way I wanted, so I just replied that my clock doesn’t work and moved the conversation along. 


Who the fuck do these people think they are telling me that I should have children?  Are they going to help me raise them?  Are they going to support my children financially?  Are they going to help me take the children to the doctor?  The answers are No, No, and No.  So in that case, they can shut their mouths and learn some respect. 


As you can tell, this subject gets me extremely riled up and full of rage.  Why why why does society and other moms think that all women MUST have children?  If you listen to/read entertainment news, you will find that many times female celebrities are asked when they will have a child or another child.  Or they are asked why they don’t want children.   Check out this link of what I am talking about and the thoughtful, forthright answers. http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/08/25-famous-women-on-childlessness.html   These ladies have a great, unabashed and confident handle on themselves and their life, and I particularly like Gloria Steinem’s “everybody does not have to live in the same way.”  As best I can tell, male celebrities aren’t asked when they will have children.  Or have someone stupidly and absurdly ask ‘if you do have children how will you balance work and family or will you quit work to raise your children.”  If male celebrities are asked this, it is rarely reported on.  So if the other half of our species, who has the other part of the required goods that helps make more of us, is not asked when they will make a child, why does the fairer half of our species seem to be the only ones nosy busybodies concentrate on when talking about children?????


Ok, rant over.  I just hope that people will start being respectful of others, especially on this subject.


Today’s pun courtesy of the interwebs


I asked a librarian if she was free this afternoon, she said she was all booked up.
















Friday, February 6, 2015

Women, We are Marvels!

Because I have been hearing and reading so much about this subject lately, I came up with this poem.  Hopefully it is well done; I do not usually write poems. So if this is not good, I am sorry; but I do like the 3rd line.  hehehehe!!!   ;-)


Radio, social media , tv are all talking about women
Some are classifying us as objects, not good for much
Saying we can’t be leaders or rulers because we don’t have semen
They need their egos intact and inflated; greed is their crutch

Others saying we can be superwoman.  Can be strong
and have emotions; be kind, still be leaders.
An admired lady speaking at UN, representing. We belong.
Stopping uneducated drivel, the equality others try to censor

More than vaginas, periods, emotions with cooking skills
More than boobs, baby-nursing and lower wages
Equal we are, just like the others; we’re more than giving thrills.
Intelligent, creative, witty; while the others try to keep us in cages

Just like the others are supposed to be good for more
than bar drinks, food tabs, door holders and better drivers
Just like they are supposed to be smarter, stronger and so sure
Of themselves, thinking they’re secret agent Macgyvers

We are more than soft, blabbing irrational beings
We are more than silly girls who laugh at their dumb jokes
We vote, educate, lead, heal. Do more than wild dreaming.
Damn it, we are WOMEN.  Strong. Capable. Marvelous. Greatness we invoke!


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Since at the beginning of this whole adventure I promised puns for nearly every post, here is today's pun courtesy, as always, of the interwebs:


Smaller babies may be delivered by stork but the heavier ones need a crane