Say goodbye to the Ms. Conduct blog and hello to the Blind Squirrel Running blog!
It just didn't make sense to write about running on this blog, and I honestly haven't had more than 140 char to say about hockey at one time since the Aeros abandoned Texas.
As usual, my personal blog is a brain dump and I know most of you don't give a crap about running, and I'm not sure it's interesting or funny enough to warrant reading it if you're not into running. But who knows?! Maybe you're bored!
Anyway, that's the unceremonious end to this one, I suspect, but it will still be here for the foreseeable future. Thanks for reading and interacting all these years. This thing was the start to an incredible ride as a hockey writer that certainly far exceeded my own expectations... I just wanted free hockey tickets, man. And I ended up a beat writer! Life is great like that sometimes. :)
Keep your head up and stick on the ice, my friends.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Say goodbye to the Ms. Conduct blog and hello to the Blind Squirrel Running blog!
Monday, August 5, 2013
There are so many fitness blogs, it feels like a total cliche to even bother with it, but I think one thing I'm definitely going to do as my focus shifts from writing about goaltending (honestly, nothing happens any more that I feel the need to write about) is do some race reports.
Whenever I'm looking for info on a race I'm considering signing up for, I LOVE reading people's reports. I like to know what I'm getting into, if nothing else, but it also inspires me to keep moving. Also, it's nice to look back and see (hopefully) my progress.
So, I guess much like the way this blog started, I'll just write for myself and if people's searches on certain races lead them to my race reports, all the better!
Over the next few days, I'll be backtracking a bit to catch up on a few races I've already done.
I was taking a shower after boot camp this morning and it struck me all of a sudden how crazy it is that my lazy ass works out now nearly every single day of the week. And that one or two days off just feel weird (though it is awfully nice to not soak a set of clothes with sweat that day... I feel like I'm constantly doing laundry to keep from having stale workout gear lying around festering).
Long run on Saturday
Hockey on Sunday
Bootcamp on M/W/F
Training run on Tuesday evening
I guess Thursday is my day off for the next couple of weeks until boot camp wraps up. Then I start doing more running as my half marathon training ramps up.
And I have to say, I'll be sort of sad for my month of boot camp to end. I'm really glad I took the leap and signed up. I can feel the benefits in my game on the ice and it makes running feel like a cake walk. If you're in the Dallas area and interested, I can't speak highly enough of Transformation Boot Camp. It's very positive and our (super hot) coach, Mike, is really good. Different coaches do different locations, but I'm lucky to have his camp just a 4 minute drive from my house.
I'll definitely be signing up again!
Meanwhile, just so you know I haven't lost my senses altogether, I can't WAIT for hockey season to get going. Not only because it will be COOLER out, but because HOCKEY! Regardless of my feelings about writing or playing at the moment, it will be awesome to get NHL hockey for my live hockey fix going forward!
People keep asking me if I'm going to still be a Wild fan or abandon them for the Stars. And I honestly don't have an answer. I'm a Lehtonen fan, for sure, and I've always liked the Stars if only because they're my home state team. And now I'm giving them a hefty sum to entertain me 21 games a season.
But I've got a few years invested in the Wild now and lots of friends who are fans, so hopefully that foundation will ease me past the bit of bitterness at the organization I feel from how they handled the Aeros moving. I'm still a faithful member of the Church of Yeo. I'll go neutral to the Wild/Stars games and just see who my cheers erupt for. I'm as curious as anybody to see which way I fall there.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
So, I'm just gonna put this out there and hope for clarity to smack me in the face, because while I definitely know what direction I lean, I don't know if it's for the right reasons.
I'm thinking of retiring from playing hockey.
Part of it is that I just don't look forward to playing. I don't exactly dread it, but there is no part of me thinking, "Yay! I get to get hit by pucks and possibly humiliated!" The fact that I sum up goaltending like that probably says it all. These days, I'm just so grateful when I don't get lit up, but I don't get particularly excited about any other part of it.
Wins are nice. Saves are nice. But nothing has me pumping my fist and feeling like a million bucks. I make a great save on a good player and I think, "Bah. Got lucky. You'll probably get me next time."
How pathetic is that? The love, the thrill, is definitely gone.
Another part of it is leaving my hockey home in Houston. I loved the women's league there, despite a fair amount of bitchiness (sometimes from me, I'll admit), those were people who, even when I didn't really want to be playing goal most nights, made it totally worth my while because I enjoyed the level of competition, the players, hanging out after, etc. The intangibles made up completely for having to talk myself onto the ice.
Not that women's league in Dallas is bad at all. Everyone is nice and despite a 6-game losing (and I mean monumental losing) streak to start my career here, they never gave me any reason to believe I was unwelcome. But they are a lot better, many have been playing a lot longer and at higher levels. It's slowing down for me a bit, and I feel like with work I could get better against them, but the idea of pouring energy into improving my game just makes me feel like, "ugh."
Meanwhile, I'm really getting into my running. I joined a half marathon training group and instantly felt at home with them. I love that I can just do my thing and nobody is depending on me but me, yet I still get a "team" vibe during training. I love that I don't have to wear 35 lbs of sweaty, smelly gear to run. It's no cheaper, between race fees, good shoes, training fees, etc. but money was never the issue.
I just worry that I'll regret it. Women's league even falls on our "crosstraining" day of the training schedule, so it makes sense in that regard. And I really feel like once I stop using those weird goalie muscles, that's the end of it. It would be very hard to come back and play again.
Mr.C suggested taking a season off and then playing one more, but as far as I can tell, there's winter season and summer season, so it would be 9 months before I'd play again. Maybe by the time winter season starts, I'll either miss it or be ready to call it quits.
Just feels super weird to be abandoning two things that were so fundamental to me not very long ago. Not writing about hockey and now potentially not playing hockey? Seems crazy. So I'm wondering: Am I abandoning something I need to instead be fighting for or am I just changing and growing?
I never thought about quitting in Houston and I really hadn't here either (though I will say I didn't miss it while we were moving and I was off for about 6 weeks) until I was just getting hammered brutally in all my games. But now I've won 3 in a row and I still am just counting the weeks until the season is over (that would be 3 more after tonight, if you'd like to count along).
Being a goalie is something special. When you want to be in net, it's utterly thrilling, empowering, and badass. But when you don't want to be there, it's almost unbearable and the results tend to rat you out.
Speaking of which, I have to get my gear ready for tonight's game. From here on out, it's an effort to go out strong and not feel like I'm leaving because I can't do it, but because I simply don't want to.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Now that the hard core dust has settled from moving (though still no art on the walls and a mile-long list of to-dos remain), I don't have enough stress at home to distract me from the fact that
EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED.
Shit. I had my first, "Maybe this move was an awful idea and what if I never make any friends and am miserable in Dallas like I was in Kingwood" moment last night. Though I have to think the "we're going away, too!" feeling of watching the second to last The Office amplified the feelings of loss.
I've just been too busy to acknowledge it, but hockey and writing about it have pretty much consumed me for the last few years and it feels weird to have exactly none of that happening now. That said, when I think about having to be an "expert" on a team or goalies or anything again, I feel weary at the thought. Clearly the break is needed.
Yet, I keep thinking, "Who am I now?" I think I kinda get an inkling of how retiring athletes feel... that existential crisis of, "This thing has defined me and brought me immeasurable satisfaction and now it's gone."
Luckily, I've learned a thing or two about myself in my thirty*cough* years on the planet and realize that this is was inevitable and eventually it will get okay.
I guess what I need to figure out is how to keep a little bit of that edge. Reporting is out of my comfort zone. I could do it for the rest of my life, I think, and I would still get really anxious before every interview. Which meant I was constantly having to do things that scare me a little, and I think that's good. It's also kind of exhausting, which is why it's hard to say, "Yes, let's find new ways to scare myself!"
Much easier to piddle around with fixing up the house and stay in my comfort zone, but I also already feel that dulling me. I'm capable of more than sitting around in my yoga pants looking for the perfect rug for the entry way (but seriously, I'm stumped... it's an odd shape). I mean, I have my day job but it never ever scares me. I've been doing it for 13 years and it's completely in my wheelhouse.
So, I dunno. As I've said elsewhere, I've always had pretty good success with just listening to the wind for my next "thing." But I definitely need to create something, and for more than just myself.
For now, you're looking at it. I suppose a remodel is due here, too, but but given my current state of identity crisisness, I'm not even sure where to start with that. I'm not a sentimental person and it feels like a waste of time to spend much energy on what was, even as cherished as these experiences were.
If I'm not moving forward, I'm moving backward, is probably how some self-help book would put it.
So, here's to the future, the unknown. To fond memories of the past but not looking behind me so much that I don't see the opportunities in front of me.