Sport of Kings

Today I went to my first polo match! You'd think that since horses are essentially my life and I happen to live ten minutes from a horse show facility that also has a huge polo field, that I would have been to a polo game before.



 

West World of Scottsdale hosted the Scottsdale Polo Championships which consisted of 3 different matches. We purchased tail gating tickets and parked along one side of the field. I don't really know a lot about polo except that basically they hit the ball toward a goal.

 

Mostly, I just enjoyed the crazy weirdness that I saw, the fun people and beautiful horses. And the booze. There was lots and lots of booze....

 

 

 

This is me pretending to be Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, except,
ya know, for the prostitution part..

 

 

The horses get up close and personal...

 

 

The very cute boys parked next to us.

Mary and Katie

 

A random stray wandered in and drank with us for awhile..

More ponies

 

 

More me, because aren't all bloggers narcissistic?

Yum

 

Not sure about this outfit...

 

More pony action

 

We're responsible, right?

 

 

Katie

Kristy...digesting her booze.

 

 

We had so much fun today! I'm ready to do it again soon! Hope everyone is having a nice weekend so far!

 

 

Whacked Out Wednesday

I'm having one of those days where I'm feeling a lot of anxiety. Do you ever have that happen? Like I'm worrying, but really couldn't explain why.

I think I've got too much on my mind right now and way too many things to do.

Or maybe, just maybe, it has something to do with the fact that NYC Marathon is only two and a half weeks away. Eeeeek!

Ever notice how the moment you're getting ready to go out of town, everyone around you is sick? Seriously. I'm surrounded by sick people. As if running 26.2 miles isn't difficult enough, I can't even imagine doing it while sick. But I swear, I'm freaking out every time I feel a tickle in my throat.



Instagram was required to make me look healthy
and not run down in the picture...

I also need to finish my fund raising. That's making me a little nervous, for sure. I do have several people that made the commitment to make a donation that haven't done so, yet, (my sister included. *ahem*) before I send out leg breakers Tony Soprano style.



Nope, not scary at all. Now pay up, bitchez.



Also, I need to go shopping for clothes that are actually suitable for winter like weather. I'm still wearing flip flops.



Don't pay attention to my messy desk.



Oh, and the tags on my car are expiring and when I went to renew them online, it says that I need to get my emissions tested this year. FML. Doesn't the government realize how crazy busy I am right now?!

I guess I just answered my own question as to why I'm feeling stressed out...

I'm trying really hard to get as much rest as possible right now, but so far, I'm not succeeding. Too many things to do!!

Tricks and Confessions

Let me just start this post by saying:

18 freaking miles.

This is at about 7.5 miles when I still felt like smiling.

Yep. 18 miles: check! My knees are killing me and I'm sore from my neck down, but I did it. It's my longest run to date.

They say that training for a marathon is mostly mental and I would have to agree. This is especially true if you are not the speediest runner because the longer it takes you to go a distance, the more time you have in your head. Luckily, when I'm running, my thoughts don't tend to get into the negative zone, but it does get really easy to focus on how uncomfortable you are.

I felt really good until about 13 miles. At 15 miles, I was pretty miserable and by the last mile I was torn between walking and running because my feet hurt more when I walked, but my calves hurt more when I ran.

Since this was my longest run so far,
 I had new scenery to look at!

Because I was shuffling along for 4+ hours, I had time to think about mental tricks that I've picked up when things start to feel crappy.

• Randomly smile. I have a way of locking my jaw into some sort of pained grimace when I run. By the time I'm done with a race, my jaw actually hurts. Plus, the second I force myself to grin like a moron, it's like my body feels some sort of relief. Seriously, try it.

• Change your stride. Anyone that follows Galloway knows that he encourages shorter, more plentiful strides. I don't strictly follow Galloway's program, but I like a lot of what he says. I've learned that when I start to fatigue on a long run, instead of walking, it helps to quicken and shorted my stride for awhile. Or sometimes lift my knees higher for a few moments. Anything to ease the repetitive motion of using the same muscles over and over.

• Walk for as short of a period of time as possible. This probably varies wildly for a lot of people, but for me, if I let myself walk for too long, I can not seem to get back into a run. Even if I alternate running and walking for really short periods, I have to make myself start jogging again quickly or it's over.

There's a lot of stuff in the blogosphere about fueling, sleeping, splits, etc, so I have nothing to add to that, but these little tricks have really helped me, so I felt I would share.

Now for confession time. I rarely watch reality shows. In general, I don't enjoy them. I don't watch Survivor, American Idol or Real World. Today as I planted my sorry ass on the couch for the afternoon, I stumbled across a marathon of a show called Cheer and well, I got sucked in.

It follows a group of elite cheerleaders from an gym in New Jersey called Central Jersey All-Stars and these girls are hard core. Now I was never a cheerleader or anything, but I love anything that shows people working their ass off to in competition.

Obviously, I love training and competing for things or I wouldn't be going to races all of the time, But I also showed horses very competitively when I was a kid and a teenager.  So I could relate to their struggles and successes.

Me Circa 1994. Nice high tops!

Anyway, I know how it feels to really, really want something and the the amazing feeling when you get it and the heart break when you don't. So yeah, I watched a cheer leading reality show all afternoon. And it was awesome. These girls are serious athletes.

On another note, I found this little gem when trolling Pinterest for pictures of the NYC Marathon.

Love. It.

Also, a huge thank you to my friend, Ari, for not only making muffins for our team this morning, but also for making special gluten free muffins for Tara and me. Check out her adorable blog! Lots of great recipes and running stuff. Thank you, Ari! You rock!

Dancing Queen

I did not go run on Wednesday night like I originally planned because all of our sales reps were in town and so we had a work dinner.


Tiana and me

Most companies probably have catered dressy affairs, but my company knows how to party. So yeah, there was a lot of drinking, a lot of dancing and a lot of borderline inappropriate behavior. That's my kind of party!

 You'll rarely find me in a country bar, I don't ever listen to country music, but this place is really, really fun. They even have bull riding, but I didn't get any pictures of that.



My field rep, Kim, me and one of my vendor reps, Jess



Plus, after a whole lotta wine, I can dance! Of course, it helps to dance with men who actually know how to dance, which I have to say some of our reps are really good dancers!

Apparently, I kept trying to lead, but what can I say? I don't dance all that often. And it's too bad I don't have any pictures of all of us dancing, because that was quite amusing, I'm sure.

This guy doesn't know it, but we're in love.

So, no, I didn't run. But I did dance my ass off. And I arm wrestled with a some mechanical dude.That counts as cross training, right?

We have a very long run scheduled in the morning, I need to make sure I rest up tonight.

Stranger Danger

I will admit that I'm not the toughest girl around.

Okay, so anyone that knows me, would agree that I'm not exactly bad ass and ninja-like.

However, I did live in an apartment complex for several years where people fired guns on a fairly regular basis and the cops regularly patrolled the place, shining spot lights into our windows in the middle of the night that were bright enough to be seen from space. I finally bought my townhouse in a better neighborhood after I was getting into my car in the parking lot and some crazy douche bag fired his gun out of his car window less than 50 feet from me. After that, I packed up my dog and cat and stayed with my mom until I moved into my house.

The point I'm trying to make is that I'm not typically a person that worries about going out alone, no matter what the time of day. I don't freak out about parking lots and I don't feel like I need an escort at night.

I used to watch My Ghost Story on A&E and then scare the shit out of myself by running at night afterward and let me tell you: I'm typically MUCH more afraid of ghosts and goblins than serial killers or kidnappers.



I pretty much see this on every night run. True story.


Last night, I ran 8 miles. I left somewhat late because it's still warm here in the desert. It was about 8:30 by the time I left. Now before I get all sorts of lectures about running at night, I live in a pretty nice neighborhood and I've never felt that I've been in danger in the 3+ years that I've been a runner.

I was on the last mile of my run, running along a fairly busy street, but being that it was around 10pm at this point, there wasn't a lot of traffic. I had just slowed down to take a walk break when a silver Mustang pulled along side me, coming from behind. There's 3 lanes of traffic each direction, but no other cars were on the road at that moment.

I stopped and stared for a second, surprised, but then he sped off. I really tried to shake it off like maybe he was just going to ask for directions or had just pulled a U turn and simply pulled into the farthest right lane, but my hackles went up and I felt unsettled in a way that rarely happens to me.

I watched him drive away for awhile and then continued on, still feeling shaken. I jogged along for another 5 or so minutes and that same car came back from the other direction and turned left into a row of medical offices right in front of me.

By now I was only a quarter mile away from my house. He didn't pull his car anywhere near me, but rather pulled right up to the front of a dentist's office and got out of his car.

Now this is where you could say I was supremely stupid or sort of bad ass.




Ninja or Dumb Ass? You be the judge.

I literally stopped running, and turned and stared him down...from a safe distance, of course. I was plenty far away, close to my house, and I knew there was no way he could catch me before I made it either to my house or the strip mall next door, where a Blockbuster is located.
Finally, I turned and jogged off, but I kept looking over my shoulder just in case. And then of course, I went home, got in my car and decided to drive past the parking lot several times from the safety of my vehicle on a busy road from the opposite side where he couldn't see me.

The car didn't move and the man was no longer there.

I will admit that I watch a lot of crime drama. Like, a lot of crime drama. Maybe I watch too much Criminal Minds late at night, but that's not unusual for me. I've watch crime drama since I was young.




Why, hello there, sexy crime fighters!


Anyway, the point of all of this is that experience really shook me in a way that I haven't experienced in many years. I could be over reacting, but since I don't scare easily (unless we're talking ghosts, then yeah.) and on some base level I was really unsettled and unnerved.

I'm still not sure what to make of that experience, but considering I rarely react like that, I think my gut was trying to tell me something...

So yeah, 8 miles done last night.

Horsin' Around

Had a great weekend that so far, has not included any running. Oopsy. I will rectify that tomorrow since Little Lou is going to get a two day break.

I missed our group run on Saturday because we took Lou to a schooling show. We had a lot of fun and made a party out of it with my barn mates.

Louie and Petey in the trailer headed to the horse show

How cute is this little face?

Katie and Sarah. Of course, we had champagne.

Me and Katie

Ava helping me get Lou ready.

Showing Lou

I am now officially Louie's new owner. Last night, his previous owners came by to give me his papers and I gave them a really big check. Welcome back to debt! Hope my car lasts a few more years because there's no way I can afford another one right now.

It was sad to watch them say goodbye to him, but he will be much happier in his new job. They decided to sell him because he didn't want to be a western horse, much like Bam Bam didn't want to be one, either. I assured them that I would take very good care of him and that he would be really happy at our barn.

Now I'm off to get ready to meet up with Jason, Tara and Ari from our running team for some shopping and dinner. Pictures and blogging to follow!

What to Expect When You're Expecting

The other day, I sent a text to a friend of mine saying, "Guess who is going to be a new mommy?"

She freaked out and thought I was pregnant. Yes, I can see where she might come to that conclusion. However, I am allergic to children, so it's probably best that I don't breed, no matter how cute the potential Daddy may be...

So no, I'm not having any human babies, but I did just get a new horse. His registered name is I Won't Kiss N Tell, but he goes by Louie around the barn. And really, I prefer that my men don't kiss and tell, so he's perfect.

Originally, he came to the barn to be sold as a dressage horse, but since I was his primary rider, I sort of just fell in love with him. He's got a great brain even though he's only four and he's adorable. I'm very excited for this new chapter in my riding career and even though Little Lou, as I call him, may not be the fanciest as a dressage horse, his attitude and willingness makes him worth his weight in gold.

I'm super excited and happier than I've been in a long time. Welcome to Kemah Farms, Lou! His previous owners even sent me a baby picture of him. How cute is this boy?