I know it's not a substancial amount of time to devote to cross-training for the purpose of healing, but I've been aqua-running for a week now. Not that I expected to be all healed up, but since I had planned on attempting to run the Carlsbad 5000 this weekend despite an Achilles issue, I thought I might test it out today on the track.
What did I expect? Well, as I walked with John to the track, my mind was telling me, "This is insane." Insane as in, "the definition of insanity is to do the same thing and expect a different result." I knew my leg wasn't any better because it still hurt even to walk, but I guess I had to know if I could handle the race pace, or I had to prove to myself that it wasn't worth it to race injured.
What did I discover? I taped my achilles with kinesiology tape for support and warmed up slowly on the soft 9th lane of the track. It felt ... stable ... ish, but was clearly sore. I figured I would do some smooth 400's and see how it felt at a quicker pace. Well, I didn't get 50 meters down the track before I pulled up in fierce pain. Frustrated, I limped over to the stadium steps and forced myself up 10 times. Then I did ab work. Later will come the hour long aqua-run in the evening.
The verdict: I will not be competing in the Carlsbad 5000 again this year. I will still attend and watch from the sidelines again this year. It's ok. I have bigger fish to fry in July so my main job right now is to heal. And I will get to watch John and others race and I can cheer them on. It will still be a great day. I say that, but to be honest, in my heart I am frustrated.
The plan: Run in the water, bike the hills, lift weights, and swim for a minimum of 6 weeks without attempting a step of running on dry land. Please, someone tell me this will help. This is such a huge sacrifice of precious training time and I have to know that I will come out the other end prepared to run again.
So once again I will let CB 5000 go, but I take away an excellent lesson. All the months of hard training for an event are not worth it if you ruin yourself before you get to the line. It's better to get to the line healthy and able, so the training needs to be modified in such a manner that this can happen each and every time.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Aquajogging ... I mean Aquarunning
It's like some unwritten rule of the universe, or at least my universe. As soon as I jump in with both feet, one of the feet breaks. I have two important events on the horizon, one of which is coming up in about a week. The upcoming one is the Carlsbad 5000 to be held the first week in April, and the other is the Masters World Championships in Track and Field set for July.
I haven't run the Carlsbad 5000 for several years for various reasons, but the most recent reason was injury. Last year I sat on the sidelines of several races and nursed a nasty Achilles injury ... for a long time. But this year I was finally healthy and my training has been progressing nicely and my hopes were building for a PR performance.
Well, to get to the point, as soon as I entered the World Championships (like literally the next day), I limped through a run with yet another Achilles injury (opposite leg as last time) screaming at me. It baffles me how I can be "fine" one day and not the next. I know there must have been warning signs and perhaps I've become too good at ignoring them. But however that all works, here I am with another serious injury which is jeopardizing both of my upcoming races.
Last year when this happened, I figured it would resolve in a short amount of time, and I tried cross-training and ART torture, mixed with painful runs. But it didn't resolve as I watched race after race pass me by. This time I can't afford to wait 8 months to recover. But I also can't afford to lose my fitness and training time.
The perfect solution: Aqua-running. I was skeptical that this cross-training method was adequate to maintain a high level of fitness until I did some research. What I discovered was that there has been a lot of research put into this method of working out, and without exception the evidence suggests that it is possible to get the same level of workout in the water as on land, but without the impact. It is possible to continue training as I have been while at the same time, letting the healing really happen. Not only does the lack of impact help, but also the massage of the water against the legs during the running motion is therapeutic, and the water version of running allows for less extension of the Achilles, taking off all the stress. This is what I read, but what I discovered in my first two Aqua-running workouts fully confirmed it.
My workouts have sort of been like this: In the pool I warmed up with 300 meters of swimming. Then I strapped on my flotation belt, got in the deep end and began an interval session: 18 x 2 min hard/30 sec easy, with 2 minutes of easy jogging between each set of 6. This gave me about 50 minutes of running time (most of it hard effort). I finished with 12 x 25 meters of full effort kicking with a kick board. One day I added 6 x 50 meters full effort swim.
My heart rate soared during the hard effort and I needed each recovery. My legs and arms fatigued against the resistance of the water. My motion in the water simulated good running form, and I could feel the massage against my calves everytime I pulled them back. I checked my heart rate regularly and was happy to find a way to run 600's without tearing up my body. My legs were tired afterwards and I could feel it when I climbed our stairs. This all made me very, very happy.
I plan on Aqua-running until I'm healed, although I am still hoping to throw in the Carlsbad 5000 race next week if at all possible. I am thankful beyond words that this cross-training method is available and is suitable for almost any injury, and that I finally decided to try it. The key will be pushing myself into the pain zone as if I were on the track, and right now I am exceedingly motivated to push myself.
I haven't run the Carlsbad 5000 for several years for various reasons, but the most recent reason was injury. Last year I sat on the sidelines of several races and nursed a nasty Achilles injury ... for a long time. But this year I was finally healthy and my training has been progressing nicely and my hopes were building for a PR performance.
Well, to get to the point, as soon as I entered the World Championships (like literally the next day), I limped through a run with yet another Achilles injury (opposite leg as last time) screaming at me. It baffles me how I can be "fine" one day and not the next. I know there must have been warning signs and perhaps I've become too good at ignoring them. But however that all works, here I am with another serious injury which is jeopardizing both of my upcoming races.
Last year when this happened, I figured it would resolve in a short amount of time, and I tried cross-training and ART torture, mixed with painful runs. But it didn't resolve as I watched race after race pass me by. This time I can't afford to wait 8 months to recover. But I also can't afford to lose my fitness and training time.
The perfect solution: Aqua-running. I was skeptical that this cross-training method was adequate to maintain a high level of fitness until I did some research. What I discovered was that there has been a lot of research put into this method of working out, and without exception the evidence suggests that it is possible to get the same level of workout in the water as on land, but without the impact. It is possible to continue training as I have been while at the same time, letting the healing really happen. Not only does the lack of impact help, but also the massage of the water against the legs during the running motion is therapeutic, and the water version of running allows for less extension of the Achilles, taking off all the stress. This is what I read, but what I discovered in my first two Aqua-running workouts fully confirmed it.
My workouts have sort of been like this: In the pool I warmed up with 300 meters of swimming. Then I strapped on my flotation belt, got in the deep end and began an interval session: 18 x 2 min hard/30 sec easy, with 2 minutes of easy jogging between each set of 6. This gave me about 50 minutes of running time (most of it hard effort). I finished with 12 x 25 meters of full effort kicking with a kick board. One day I added 6 x 50 meters full effort swim.
My heart rate soared during the hard effort and I needed each recovery. My legs and arms fatigued against the resistance of the water. My motion in the water simulated good running form, and I could feel the massage against my calves everytime I pulled them back. I checked my heart rate regularly and was happy to find a way to run 600's without tearing up my body. My legs were tired afterwards and I could feel it when I climbed our stairs. This all made me very, very happy.
I plan on Aqua-running until I'm healed, although I am still hoping to throw in the Carlsbad 5000 race next week if at all possible. I am thankful beyond words that this cross-training method is available and is suitable for almost any injury, and that I finally decided to try it. The key will be pushing myself into the pain zone as if I were on the track, and right now I am exceedingly motivated to push myself.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Moms in Motion Semana Nautica 15K Running Team 2011
Moms in Motion is a great organization which was founded many years ago here in Santa Barbara. Over the years, the program has grown nationally and internationally, and has helped 1000's of women realize their athletic potential through structured programs that integrate fun training with other women and moms.
For the benefit of those who are located locally here in Santa Barbara, I would like to announce the spring Moms in Motion running program which is soon to begin: Semana Nautica 15K Running Team 2011. I am so excited to be leading and coaching this team and my mind is overflowing with ideas for our 11 weeks together.
This running program is designed for all levels and training options will be available to suit everyone's need. We will be meeting over the course of 11 weeks beginning Saturday, April 23rd, and will focus on our culminating event: The Semana Nautica 15K which will be held on July 4th. Our group runs will occur every Saturday at 8:00 am at varying locations and we will have additional training events mid-week to focus on running form, and speed work.
My goal for the team is to help every participant discover that running is a huge gift and is not just for the gifted ... running can be everybody's gift. We will build our running program week by week and incorporate additional components such as core strengthening, drills, flexibility exercises, and form work. Additionally, through guest speakers and coaching, we will have instruction on pertinent topics: buying the right shoes, hydration, nutrition, injury prevention, cross-training, etc...
Beginning a lifestyle of fitness can be tough at the beginning but with the comraderie of others who have the same goals, and the motivation of a team and a coach, the Moms in Motion program is hugely successful.
I can't wait to get started. If you have any questions let me know.
We will be holding an Orientation Meeting: Friday, April 15th at the Santa Barbara Running Store in Santa Barbara (110 Anacapa Street). And will get rolling with our first group meeting on Saturday April 23rd.
Additionally, our Moms in Motion Semana Nautica 15K team will be supporting the Santa Barbara County Foodbank.
Visit our website for more information: Moms In Motion
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Masters Track and Field World Championships
Competing in Track and Field was really my first athletic love. Although my very first experience with competing was in Cross Country (4th grade, age 9), it was the track season that I looked forward to.
The highlight of Track and Field for me occurred in high school, when our girls' high school track team (Fernley High School) won the Nevada state AA championship 4 years in a row (my Freshman through Senior year). We were the feared and revered team that everyone dreaded. We would strut confidently into every stadium flashing our medal and champ patch laden letterman jackets. Mine still hangs in my closet where I can frequently look at it and remember wonderful days.
As a runner ages and life marches on, remaining a track and field athlete is not easy. Is my case, my last track meet occurred in college. Of course I continued to compete as a runner, but only in road and cross country races. I have not since put on my spikes and stepped onto a competition track.
I have, however, continued to train on a track, doing intervals and drills, as I have trained for longer events. Although I count these among the hardest workouts I ever have to do, I find some inexplicable joy in running hard around the turns and finding my stride on the back-stretch. My legs tie up and my lungs burn and I am certain I will not have another repeat left in me. But once the interval is finished and the short recovery does its magic, I discover that I am able to do more than I previously thought.
I find myself now with an opportunity to go back in time to my track days. I am going to compete in another track meet. A chance of a lifetime has presented itself and I decided it was now or never. For the first time in 22 years, the Masters Track and Field World Championships will be held in the USA. And not only in the USA, but in California, USA. Sacramento, CA, USA. That is the WORLD championships! I am delirious with anticipation. I am entered to compete in the 800m and 1500m. In the Masters World Championship (and masters meets in general), runners compete against their own age group only. This is important because as we age, we tend to lose some speed. The 800 and 1500 are events which favor speed, so my ladies 40-44 years of age, will all be at an equal disadvantage.
It is as if I am treading on new ground which I have treaded on many times in the past. I will have to hone my training, gird my confidence, learn to believe I can compete against the world, and buy new spikes. When I was young and unfocused, I had a vague dream to compete in the Olympics. That opportunity gave way to greater priorities in life, but for all intents and purposes, this opportunity comes close. I intend to run to win. In both races, I have a legitimate chance. My dad, who passed away when I was 17 years old, always believed in me. Maybe this will be my one moment in time.
World Masters Athletic Championships
The highlight of Track and Field for me occurred in high school, when our girls' high school track team (Fernley High School) won the Nevada state AA championship 4 years in a row (my Freshman through Senior year). We were the feared and revered team that everyone dreaded. We would strut confidently into every stadium flashing our medal and champ patch laden letterman jackets. Mine still hangs in my closet where I can frequently look at it and remember wonderful days.
As a runner ages and life marches on, remaining a track and field athlete is not easy. Is my case, my last track meet occurred in college. Of course I continued to compete as a runner, but only in road and cross country races. I have not since put on my spikes and stepped onto a competition track.
I have, however, continued to train on a track, doing intervals and drills, as I have trained for longer events. Although I count these among the hardest workouts I ever have to do, I find some inexplicable joy in running hard around the turns and finding my stride on the back-stretch. My legs tie up and my lungs burn and I am certain I will not have another repeat left in me. But once the interval is finished and the short recovery does its magic, I discover that I am able to do more than I previously thought.
I find myself now with an opportunity to go back in time to my track days. I am going to compete in another track meet. A chance of a lifetime has presented itself and I decided it was now or never. For the first time in 22 years, the Masters Track and Field World Championships will be held in the USA. And not only in the USA, but in California, USA. Sacramento, CA, USA. That is the WORLD championships! I am delirious with anticipation. I am entered to compete in the 800m and 1500m. In the Masters World Championship (and masters meets in general), runners compete against their own age group only. This is important because as we age, we tend to lose some speed. The 800 and 1500 are events which favor speed, so my ladies 40-44 years of age, will all be at an equal disadvantage.
It is as if I am treading on new ground which I have treaded on many times in the past. I will have to hone my training, gird my confidence, learn to believe I can compete against the world, and buy new spikes. When I was young and unfocused, I had a vague dream to compete in the Olympics. That opportunity gave way to greater priorities in life, but for all intents and purposes, this opportunity comes close. I intend to run to win. In both races, I have a legitimate chance. My dad, who passed away when I was 17 years old, always believed in me. Maybe this will be my one moment in time.
July 6th-17th Sacramento, CA
World Masters Athletic Championships
Monday, February 28, 2011
Roses en la Playa Race Report
When one writes a race report, oh that it would not sound so self absorbed. I'm hoping in this case, I not only report on my race, but on the race.
This weekend (Sunday, February 27th to be precise) was the running of the 5K Roses en la Playa, under sunny skies (thank you thank you thank you), and in almost perfect temperatures. I think it may have possibly made it to 50 degrees by the start, but I'm not sure. One thing's for sure, it was colder after the race. The crazy wind kicked up (I think it came directly from Alaska maybe). Now, according to my knowledge and experience, the most perfect, ideal, precise temperature to run in is 55 degrees. Any variation in either direction will cause the body to have to work harder to some extent to compensate. So this was just a bit colder than ideal.
They came from near and far (some as far as New York) in layer upon layer of clothing, to run in the cold sunshine, hoping the wind would stay at bay. I myself can boast 4 layers on bottom (that includes underwear), and three layer on top, plus arm warmers and gloves. I like to be WARM before my race. The New York people were running around in tanks and shorts. I don't get them ... they don't get us. At least I stripped down to my racing duds for the race (kept the arm warmers and gloves on though) - but I can say I never broke a sweat.
This 5K course has the potential to be very fast. It is primarily out and back, but the start line is mercifully placed at the top of a hill, and the finish line is at the bottom of that same hill. I know that's confusing, but for those who are not familiar with this "Night Moves" course, it goes like this: From the start, runners proceed up an ongoing (it keeps going and going and going) hill, and into a headwind for almost 1 1/2 miles to the hairpin turn-around. Then they (we) get to go back down the hill with the wind at our backs. We pass by the start line and descend a final extra downhill to a fast finish in the chute. As I said, it has fast potential, but headwind can suck the life right out of an ambitious runner, and there's no way to get that lost time back, even downhill with the wind.
So the course wasn't as fast as it could have been had there been no wind. (I'm just saying that because I didn't run as fast as I wanted to). No really, the wind really did factor in. Anyway ... it was a fun day and a well run and well organized event, with a multitude of great people participating. I met a few new running friends and I couldn't be happier.
The breakdown for my particular performance: First, my goal, ugh!!! was to break 18 minutes. I didn't, and it leaves me wondering if I could have if the day had brought more desirable conditions. Here is how it played out. The first mile, with the benefit of fresh legs, was 6:04, which is of course way off-pace but this was the one mile that was entirely uphill and into the wind. The second mile was 1/2 and 1/2 (that's 1/2 uphill/downhill and 1/2 against/with the wind), and included the hairpin turn, and was therefore slightly faster at 5:56. This of course is the mile that killed my time because I needed to make up more time than I did. I was at a 6:00 min pace, but needed to be closer to a 5:50 pace at this point. So I had too much time to make up in the final mile but thankfully it was entirely downhill with the wind. The final mile was 5:36, and when you add the final .1 miles to that, you get the final time of 18:16 (per my watch). It was the best I could do that day and that's all I ever really ask of myself.
Full race results here: http://results.active.com/uploads/txt/106181.txt
I would like to particularly thank Kent for trying to pull me along with him during that final stretch. He was having more fun than I was I think.
Such a fun day, fun race, fun people, fun yummies afterwards. Onward to CB 5000.
This weekend (Sunday, February 27th to be precise) was the running of the 5K Roses en la Playa, under sunny skies (thank you thank you thank you), and in almost perfect temperatures. I think it may have possibly made it to 50 degrees by the start, but I'm not sure. One thing's for sure, it was colder after the race. The crazy wind kicked up (I think it came directly from Alaska maybe). Now, according to my knowledge and experience, the most perfect, ideal, precise temperature to run in is 55 degrees. Any variation in either direction will cause the body to have to work harder to some extent to compensate. So this was just a bit colder than ideal.
They came from near and far (some as far as New York) in layer upon layer of clothing, to run in the cold sunshine, hoping the wind would stay at bay. I myself can boast 4 layers on bottom (that includes underwear), and three layer on top, plus arm warmers and gloves. I like to be WARM before my race. The New York people were running around in tanks and shorts. I don't get them ... they don't get us. At least I stripped down to my racing duds for the race (kept the arm warmers and gloves on though) - but I can say I never broke a sweat.
This 5K course has the potential to be very fast. It is primarily out and back, but the start line is mercifully placed at the top of a hill, and the finish line is at the bottom of that same hill. I know that's confusing, but for those who are not familiar with this "Night Moves" course, it goes like this: From the start, runners proceed up an ongoing (it keeps going and going and going) hill, and into a headwind for almost 1 1/2 miles to the hairpin turn-around. Then they (we) get to go back down the hill with the wind at our backs. We pass by the start line and descend a final extra downhill to a fast finish in the chute. As I said, it has fast potential, but headwind can suck the life right out of an ambitious runner, and there's no way to get that lost time back, even downhill with the wind.
So the course wasn't as fast as it could have been had there been no wind. (I'm just saying that because I didn't run as fast as I wanted to). No really, the wind really did factor in. Anyway ... it was a fun day and a well run and well organized event, with a multitude of great people participating. I met a few new running friends and I couldn't be happier.
The breakdown for my particular performance: First, my goal, ugh!!! was to break 18 minutes. I didn't, and it leaves me wondering if I could have if the day had brought more desirable conditions. Here is how it played out. The first mile, with the benefit of fresh legs, was 6:04, which is of course way off-pace but this was the one mile that was entirely uphill and into the wind. The second mile was 1/2 and 1/2 (that's 1/2 uphill/downhill and 1/2 against/with the wind), and included the hairpin turn, and was therefore slightly faster at 5:56. This of course is the mile that killed my time because I needed to make up more time than I did. I was at a 6:00 min pace, but needed to be closer to a 5:50 pace at this point. So I had too much time to make up in the final mile but thankfully it was entirely downhill with the wind. The final mile was 5:36, and when you add the final .1 miles to that, you get the final time of 18:16 (per my watch). It was the best I could do that day and that's all I ever really ask of myself.
Full race results here: http://results.active.com/uploads/txt/106181.txt
I would like to particularly thank Kent for trying to pull me along with him during that final stretch. He was having more fun than I was I think.
Such a fun day, fun race, fun people, fun yummies afterwards. Onward to CB 5000.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Teetering on the Edge
It reminds me of the day I ran along the cliff in More Mesa. The wind was whipping hard off of the ocean so that it blew against me from the side. As I ran along the edge of the precipice, I pushed against the wind to stay upright. It was thrilling to run in a storm along a dangerous bluff pushing against the force that was keeping me from falling to my death.
Running is like that edge. Any runner at any level will face that edge if they want to reach their potential. You may have struggled on that edge yourself. On the safe side of it, you fail to reach all that you can be as a runner, and on the other side of the edge is the canyon of injury, illness, burnout, and other symptoms of over-training.
It is difficult ... very difficult to make your way forward on the edge without falling. Of course the answer is to "listen to your body" and "make sure and give yourself time to recover." This is advice we readily give to our fellow edge runners, but oh that we would follow it ourselves. I HATE listening to my body. It tells me to take a break right when I am getting into a nice training mode and making some improvement.
But I don't want to fall over that cliff again. I spent most of last year injured, recovering from the injury, and struggling to get back into race condition. I don't want to go there again. I want to stay up here, running free in the wind, taking in the sweeping view.
Why do I even bring this up? Because this week my achilles tendon has been bugging me. Just a little. Not like last year when it crippled my running. Just enough to get my attention. "Yo," it says. What to do? I have a 5K race tomorrow. Maybe it will be fine. Maybe it won't. Regardless of my above mentioned "hate," I consider myself reasonable when it comes to training. I actually do listen ... kinda ... sometimes.
It's hard to teeter on the edge, but if I can stay balanced up there, I may accomplish things I only dreamed of, and beat competitors I used to idolize. If it's in me, I'd like to try. Can you relate to any of this?
Running is like that edge. Any runner at any level will face that edge if they want to reach their potential. You may have struggled on that edge yourself. On the safe side of it, you fail to reach all that you can be as a runner, and on the other side of the edge is the canyon of injury, illness, burnout, and other symptoms of over-training.
It is difficult ... very difficult to make your way forward on the edge without falling. Of course the answer is to "listen to your body" and "make sure and give yourself time to recover." This is advice we readily give to our fellow edge runners, but oh that we would follow it ourselves. I HATE listening to my body. It tells me to take a break right when I am getting into a nice training mode and making some improvement.
But I don't want to fall over that cliff again. I spent most of last year injured, recovering from the injury, and struggling to get back into race condition. I don't want to go there again. I want to stay up here, running free in the wind, taking in the sweeping view.
Why do I even bring this up? Because this week my achilles tendon has been bugging me. Just a little. Not like last year when it crippled my running. Just enough to get my attention. "Yo," it says. What to do? I have a 5K race tomorrow. Maybe it will be fine. Maybe it won't. Regardless of my above mentioned "hate," I consider myself reasonable when it comes to training. I actually do listen ... kinda ... sometimes.
It's hard to teeter on the edge, but if I can stay balanced up there, I may accomplish things I only dreamed of, and beat competitors I used to idolize. If it's in me, I'd like to try. Can you relate to any of this?
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Birds VS. Rodents
It's a sign. I'm sure of it. Not sure what it is a sign of though. Hmmmmm???!!!!
Big birds with large rodents. First on Friday, walking back to our car from the track, John winced as a crow lifted off the ground with a dead rat in its claws. Do crows eat rats? It is possible that crows eat everything they can.
Then, a few days later, on Monday during my run, I saw an egret ... maybe (or some large white stork-like creature) with a huge, extra large gopher hanging lifelessly from its beak. Now this was an odd one and I spent the rest of my run wondering how that bird was going to swallow that meal.
What could it all mean? Puzzle, puzzle, puzzle.
If it had just been the crow vs. rat sighting, I would have passed it off as just a yucky misfortune to have had to witness. But upon seeing the egret vs. gopher, I have to assume that there is some deep, far-reaching significance to it all. It happened twice ... within close time proximity. You don't see that kind of thing often, definitely not twice in the same weekend. It's like a reoccurring dream that shines a light deep into the soul. It holds inner, hidden meaning. So now it's time to speculate as to what I am to learn from the birds vs. rodents.
Here are some possible interpretations:
1. Cindy, you are eating way too much protein. Cut back or you're going to choke.
2. Cindy, you've bit off more than you can chew. You can only have the rat or the gopher, but not both.
3. Cindy, you need to spend more time just hanging out and eating (I like this one).
4. Cindy, as you can see, it is disgusting to eat dead, furry things. Convert it vegetarianism (not a chance).
Or it could be that I'm the rat/gopher and not the crow/egret, requiring an alternate set of possible interpretations as follows:
1. Cindy, you're at the bottom of the food chain. All you get to eat is grass and then some larger creature gets to eat you. (That's a deep one ... I'll have to further contemplate that one).
2. Cindy, if you live according to the laws of nature, you'll only get eaten by the next biggest predator. (Ugh! That's it, no barefoot running for me. I'm sticking with shoes.)
3. Cindy, if you die to yourself, you will fly. (Even if it is while inside the gut of a big bird).
4. Cindy, if someone wants to prey on you let them try. They'll never be able to swallow you. (Hello ... just let 'em try).
Or most likely, this is what the bird vs. rodent "sign" really means:
Cindy, clearly you are obsessed with food and eating. What you saw was just two separate acts of nature that have absolutely nothing to do with you whatsoever. Get some lunch in your stomach and move on.
Yep, I think that's it. I'm going to have my lunch now.
Big birds with large rodents. First on Friday, walking back to our car from the track, John winced as a crow lifted off the ground with a dead rat in its claws. Do crows eat rats? It is possible that crows eat everything they can.
Then, a few days later, on Monday during my run, I saw an egret ... maybe (or some large white stork-like creature) with a huge, extra large gopher hanging lifelessly from its beak. Now this was an odd one and I spent the rest of my run wondering how that bird was going to swallow that meal.
What could it all mean? Puzzle, puzzle, puzzle.
If it had just been the crow vs. rat sighting, I would have passed it off as just a yucky misfortune to have had to witness. But upon seeing the egret vs. gopher, I have to assume that there is some deep, far-reaching significance to it all. It happened twice ... within close time proximity. You don't see that kind of thing often, definitely not twice in the same weekend. It's like a reoccurring dream that shines a light deep into the soul. It holds inner, hidden meaning. So now it's time to speculate as to what I am to learn from the birds vs. rodents.
Here are some possible interpretations:
1. Cindy, you are eating way too much protein. Cut back or you're going to choke.
2. Cindy, you've bit off more than you can chew. You can only have the rat or the gopher, but not both.
3. Cindy, you need to spend more time just hanging out and eating (I like this one).
4. Cindy, as you can see, it is disgusting to eat dead, furry things. Convert it vegetarianism (not a chance).
Or it could be that I'm the rat/gopher and not the crow/egret, requiring an alternate set of possible interpretations as follows:
1. Cindy, you're at the bottom of the food chain. All you get to eat is grass and then some larger creature gets to eat you. (That's a deep one ... I'll have to further contemplate that one).
2. Cindy, if you live according to the laws of nature, you'll only get eaten by the next biggest predator. (Ugh! That's it, no barefoot running for me. I'm sticking with shoes.)
3. Cindy, if you die to yourself, you will fly. (Even if it is while inside the gut of a big bird).
4. Cindy, if someone wants to prey on you let them try. They'll never be able to swallow you. (Hello ... just let 'em try).
Or most likely, this is what the bird vs. rodent "sign" really means:
Cindy, clearly you are obsessed with food and eating. What you saw was just two separate acts of nature that have absolutely nothing to do with you whatsoever. Get some lunch in your stomach and move on.
Yep, I think that's it. I'm going to have my lunch now.
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