Originally Posted by Geofizz
The Eagles predicted the dingos decades ago. It's so obvious:
On a dark desert highway (with appropriate lighting and reflective gear, of course), cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of sweat, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the port-o-let
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the Garmin chirp
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she congratulated my run and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Dingo Thread
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely thread
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year, you can find it here
You can logoff any time you like,
But you can never leave!
That rocks. Can we add that to our thread front page?
tjsmama--I was impressed that you did the race when it was that cold. Guess who I'm going to want advice from if it's freezing for my December race?
It was so nice to see how many Dingos had good runs/races/and dinners on Thanksgiving!
kerc--ugh! It's like the word "appropriate" doesn't ring a bell with people anymore.
DiannaK--I''m going to second Nick's advice: don't think, just run.
bec--happy birthday to your 5yo!
We got home yesterday from NY. It was an interesting trip. Our flight landed in Hartford sometime after midnight and by the time we picked up the rental car and got to the motel, it was after 1 am. R was wide awake and by 2 am we were hissing at her to shut up and go to sleep. Then we drove down to his grandmother's house in NY, after spending some time searching for a natural foods store that didn't exist (DH's specialty is telling me about things that turn out to not exist...though to his credit, he did have a printout with an address from the internet).
Got a 3-miler in, had dinner at his grandmother's with her and MIL, FIL, BIL, SIL and their kids and then headed out to a new motel, which turned out to not have heat. Or rather, really ineffective heat. It was 55 degrees in the room when we walked in, so I figured no biggie and turned up the thermostat. It was 56 degrees 10 minutes later. DH calls the office. They say it will be warm in 10 minutes. We can feel a tiny bit of heat coming from the heat registers, but we figure we'll give it 10 minutes. In the meantime, I decided to get R in the bathtub because at least there was warm water. Ten minutes passes, and it's 57 degrees in the room. DH goes to the office. The people come and say "it feels fine in here."
Really? Because I think that 57 degrees is PRETTY DARN COLD inside. Did they have a space heater we could borrow just to get the room warmed up? No. Could we switch to a room where the heat was working better? No. They basically said we could deal with it or find another place--and of course, R's in the bathtub during this discussion and P was completely useless.
Anyhow, long story short, it didn't warm up to a toasty 67 for THREE hours. But DH was in a big hurry to go back to the house so he could be "connected with his family" and he had no actual ideas other than to tell me it did seem to be warming up. I put R to bed with a fleece over her nightgown and kept J's coat on her for quite a while, and then searched the internet for a new, improved hotel.
At least DH's family thought it was insane that there wasn't any heat. Unfortunately, they didn't have any space heaters that DH could bring back to us either.
Thanksgiving Day was fine. They dropped me off at the rail trail on the way back to the house and I got in a nice 5, though all the other runners out were passing me. Dinner was good. After dinner we headed to the new improved hotel (with heat! and bigger beds! and tissue! and hand towels! and little shampoo bottles! and more than one light in the room!) and DH decided he liked it after all, though he'd thrown a holy hissy fit the night before when I told him it was going to cost $100 more than the current one. He wanted to know why we couldn't stay now that the room was warmer. That whole evening was really ugly, but I won't rehash it here. Suffice it to say that I didn't trust the barely-functioning heat to keep working, and the hotel I found was the next-cheapest that had an opening Thanksgiving night. There were cheaper ones, but online reviews mentioned bedbugs.
On Friday I did 5 more miles, we had dinner, drove back to Hartford, and tried once more to get the kids to sleep. Neither one of them wanted to sleep much on the trip so that made the evenings difficult at best. We were in a hurry to get to sleep because we needed to be up at 3 for a 6 am flight, but R didn't fall asleep until sometime after 9, and J didn't fall asleep until I came to bed at 11 and then she was really restless. Getting up at 3 hurt (duh) but we were home at 2 pm and that was nice.
Ran 6 today and now I need to finish class prep and go to bed.