Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Quick tips on Hershey Park #familyfun

Our 11th anniversary pic. Happy twyns, happy lyfe?
Well as you know I do live in Pennsylvania. We are actually only about an hour and a half drive from Hershey so we have gone twice as a family, as a day trip. Here are my wins & losses, maybe it will guide you to a successful trip yourselves!

First of all, Hershey is lovely. There is no comparison with some other amusement parks: there are roses and trees and no trash on the ground as you wait in line for say, a roller coaster. It's a class act. It's worth the extra sticker price and travel.

Secondly, there is an app! These days, isn't there always an app? Well the Hershey app does provide you with approximate wait times (we found them to be overestimates of the actual time we waited, so we were pleasantly surprised, like, a lot.)

It will also let you search, and filter through that search, by food, rides by height, and rides by wait time! Once you choose an attraction, you can click "take me there", and the GPS will provide you with a path by which to walk there. It can be glitchy with cell service through the glorious trees, but overall: Pretty cool.

Thirdly: Great Family Rides by height! My twyns are firmly implanted in the "Reese's" height range and we have about four or five true roller coasters we enjoyed riding:

  • superdooperlooper (about 4 times that day)
  • The Comet (twice that day)
  • Trailblazer
  • Coal Cracker (log flume type)

Like, really really enjoyed:

Take a few minutes as you enter the park and get 'officially' measured at the height station near the Carousel. The kids will get a wristband for their appropriate height range and won't have to be measured again all day.

Fourthly: Water Park and Amusement Park in One! But do the water park first. We have no photos of our first three hours at the park, because we were enjoying the Wave Pool (four cycles of the 'wave-maker'), the slides (three times in the double tubes we share), the Lazy River (twice around), and the huge boat that splashes everybody called Tidal Force. We were specific with the kids about wearing our bathing suits there, enjoying the water park for the first few hours, then changing and doing 'dry stuff' for the rest of the day. It worked! As the twyns get older it is sooooo helpful that my husband has clear boundaries. 

So we arrived at the park at around 10 am, got to the lockers/changing areas/water park zone at around 10:20, started the water fun and finished around 1 pm. All of our phones and dry clothes (a large backpack full) fit easily into a locker which had unlimited in/out access for $15/day. We got some kettle corn to hold us over so we could get to some roller coasters before the crowds got bigger. For some reason, 3 pm had a bit of a rush. 

The water attractions close at 6 pm (beware of mass exodus), and the park itself closes at 10 pm or 11 pm, depending on the day. I would suggest getting a locker closer to the front of the park so that, at the end of the day, you are not schlepping back up to the water area ("The Boardwalk") to get your wet towels in the locker. There are rides up there, but no roller coasters in the Reese's range, so there was no reason for us to go back. So, because we had two parents and some kiddie rides to wait on, I was able to trek back up on my own while they did the swings in the main area of the park. 

Food & Drink: Stick to the center. Hershey is a nice big park, and there are a lot of hills, so be prepared and wear your walking shoes. On both visits we found we liked eating at Gourmet Grille, near the Zooamerica entrance (we skipped Zooamerica), because it has an enclosed seating area (a break from the heat if you need it) and there are some additional healthy options (paninis, salads, unsweet iced tea, and even quinoa salad.) If we had planned better, we would have purchased the "souvenir" cup at the beginning of the day for drinks, which costs $9, and refilled it throughout the day for $1 each time. As it was, we spent $3/piece for drinks at lunch (x 4 = $12), and we were hesitant to keep buying bottles of water or other drinks throughout the day, even though we didn't want to get dehydrated. There are water fountains in a few locations (next to Skyrush, for example), to refill your already-purchased water bottles if you like. They searched our bag in the beginning of the day so I do not believe they allow outside drinks. Overall, I'd say get the $9 refillable souvenir cup and stay refreshed.

Speaking of food, the Simply Chocolate ice cream shoppe was awesome. Like, real ice cream. And on our first visit, we actually ate at Red Robin for dinner after we left the park for the day. It is directly outside the park. It is run and managed very well to accommodate all the many tired families (we even paid the check on the iPad at the table so we could exit swiftly), and has all your favorite Red Robin foods. 

My daughter loves the Sea Lion show: "Our Friends from the Sea", but it was only 15 minutes this time. I swear it was 30 minutes last year. This is near the Flying Falcons ride, which my twyns also both enjoyed. You get a great view of the park from up top! Unfortunately we did not hit any of the other shows. I know there are some good Disney-style ones, but we are there for the rides. I would love to spend a few days in the Hershey area, enjoying the outlets, the hotel grounds, the gardens, and Chocolate World. My daughter really wants to make her own chocolate bar, but we never think far enough in advance to purchase/reserve that extra. We totally skipped the entire Chocolate World experience this time. It is right before the entrance of the park. Just get in there and get going! Pass the kiddie rides and get straight to the fun. 

Lastly, the games. You could tack on extra $40 before you even blink, trying to win another stuffed animal (because your children have so few, wink wink.) My husband, with his amazing boundary-ness, told the kids "no games" right off the bat, and that was that! I could have easily let the boy just spend like $2 trying to win that big stuffed bear, but Daddy made a good rule, and we stuck to it. So be aware, the games are everywhere. Make a limit before you get there! 

I think that's all the tips I have for now! If I think of more, you'll hear about it. Obvie

Have a Super Duper Looper Day! 

Coupon tip:
Always google search!  
We used this promo code for $12 off each adult ticket last week:  19138 

For more Family Travel posts, see the list under the Parenting tab here.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

The Mommy Gap

Here's something else you don't think about before you have kids: The mommy gap. 

Yes, I'm re-entering the "workforce." Theoretically.

Two months and eleven interviews later, I'm still sitting here with you on a Tuesday morning.
At least the coffee is good here.

And as I write, I can't help but put everything in this post in "quotes." The whole notion that I have been sitting on my a$$ and not gaining additional "work" skills while I've been multi-tasking with the twyns is absurd. Let me show you my list of mommy references who can attest to my growth in team-building, event-planning, recruiting, networking, motivational speaking, training, and teaching abilities.

Oh also, stress and anger management.

That's: facilitating all members of the organization through stressful and anger-inducing situations, including exempt [the husband] and non-exempt [the twyns] employees. 

Not to mention that I have spent many long hours at paying positions that don't belong on my "work" resume, including my sewing/Etsy business, my musical theatre gigs, and composition/guest artist gig at Duke, which culminated in premiering a new musical in NYC. Non-paying positions that no employer wants to hear about include this blog, volunteer positions in my mommy groups [treasurer for two years], the twins preschool [assisting in fundraisers], and now their elementary school [homeroom parent, and now VP of clubs.]

Yeah, clearly there is a gap that needs addressing [insert eye roll the size of a fourteen-year-old's at parents on the first day of school.]

Let me tell you what I've learned these last two months.

You are still relevant.
Upon the eve of my first interview I really really didn't think I was relevant anymore. I may have given my husband an earful while he was prepping me the night before. Like, a whiny, six-year-old, earful. I didn't know the names of the new software all the kids are using, I didn't know if my music admissions experience would have altered my knowledge of general admissions and recruiting, and I didn't know if I could even remember what I used to do, much less relay that to someone I've never met. It was not a pretty interview, but it wasn't ugly either. I missed the real question behind some of the questions, and I misstepped a few times. For instance, I tried to name-drop a friend's husband who had taught a course at this institution.
"Frank..." [insert blank stare and awkward pause.]
"Well, you see, his wife is really my friend, and she has a different last name than he does...and her name is..." [insert even longer, more blanker stare and more awkward pause....]
[let's move on, twynmawrmom...]
 "So going back to what we were discussing earlier..." 
[grasping at straws for another subject matter for the next five minutes, during which I find myself without a filter and bursting out:]
"LEWINSKI! FRANK. LEWINSKI!" [not his real name, but you get the cringe.]
You are actually amazing.
By interview #4 I did not need to name drop. I did not need to make pleasantries. They were looking for a recruiter/admissions professional, I was the one who was able to accomplish their goals. We were here to discuss business. I have done that. And I have done this, too. And I have an answer for that question, and I know what you are going to ask next. Let me show you who I am.

I have to say, by the time I ironed out my best, most illustrative work stories, I sounded like a rock star, even to myself! Remember, mommies: you are amazing. And you breastfed twyns, too. [Actually had an interview start out with asking me the details of this fact and how it works. Let me send you the link lady.]

You no longer need to wear panty hose.
My first question to my "working" mom-friends was the panty hose question. I absolutely have always abhorred panty hose, and thankfully it was the consensus amongst my peers that no one really wore it anymore. In fact, the workplace has gotten even more casual in the last six years, and this includes conversation. Especially when you are discussing attracting millennials. We need to get down to brass tacks. There is no beating around the bush: millennials are hard to connect with, and you need to be able to draw them in. I'm a people-person. I can do this.

Buuuuuuuut, don't get toooo comfortable, twynmawrmom.

When interview #1 was ending, they let me know that round 2 was going to take place after one of the interviewers was back from his trip to Ireland.
"Oh! Have a drink for me!"
[twynmawrmom. WHAT. THE FUH. Did you mean 'have a pint'?!?! Something a little more witty? This is not a friendly conversation. This is a business transaction. Get your mind out of the liquor store, mommypants.]

You are worth being BOLD.
By interview #6, I was not pulling punches anymore. Yup, I'm amazing. Yup, I can do that. Yup, I'm kind of funny, too, and I bring a positive atmosphere to the workplace and I know that I will be a great asset to your team. For a job posting that asked for a 'brief cover letter', I even just included a list of personal stats (admissions rate impact, yield rate impact, employees supervised & trained) and two additional sentences. I do not have time to write you a book, and you don't want a book. We want to get to the heart of the matter, and that is, my employability and my 'fit' in your organization. I deserve to be bold with my statements, and I got even more attention after I started to do so. More attention from my cover letter, and more second interviews. There is no reason not to assert the fact that I am highly employable and capable. The question is, are you the place for me?!

I look back on my first cover letter from about six months ago, when I started to gear myself up, and I actually mentioned our move to Philly due to my husband's promotion and the birth of my twins, in the first sentence. No, no no. All wrong. AMATEUR! Now this is a fact I don't hide from the first interview, but it in NO WAY belongs on a cover letter.

You are planning for the next career move, not this one.
What I've also started to realize through this process is that my next employer better be a big one. I don't want to put too much pressure on it, but I know myself. And I know that I like to get into a place and assert my presence. There will also, however, be some transitional growing pains with being a "working mommy" and wanting to still be available for my kids. So I need to think about this next position as an understanding of what the one after that is. What I will want and need when the kids are in high school, as opposed to what I want and need now that they are in elementary school. So I'm trying to set myself up for that. I've also discussed the idea of a career placeholder rather than a career maker. It would be nice if Wharton called me for a second interview, but I'd also be happy with a part time position at a large university that would have room for me to move up. Next position, not this one.

So that's what I've learned, mommies.




We've done it before and we'll do it again. 

It will always be there for us, whether it's been 1 year, 5 years, or 10 years.

We can do this, too.

Now back to our regularly scheduled PTO meetings. 
And that musical I've been writing for a year.
And it's raft night at the pool. 

Monday, May 4, 2015

A Great Week, another ghost story

So the buzz of the little reminder on my computer's calendar just made me aware that I was supposed to be running the Long Island marathon tomorrow. [I started this blog post on Saturday morning and now here we are.]

Wah. I'm not doing that.

But I have had a really great week, y'all! A REALLY great week. Including physically - as I walked around NYC for two days and had three hard PT sessions and feel signs of my 'greater trochanter' injury getting better.

Which I was starting to think would never happen.

[you know how dramatic we actresses get.]

Speaking of actresses, I saw a few of them this week as well!
Let us now praise Susan Sontag image by Ilan Bachrach
The musical I've been working on for a year and a half finally premiered at Abrons Arts Center downtown NYC. Sibyl Kempson, the writer, has really put together quite a show.  It will be running for three weeks, GET TIX HERE. It leaves you wondering what art can it can be a vehicle for something more/altruistic or selfish, in the bettering of many people or perhaps only one.

Well this week, I am definitely that one.

I'm trying to get through this story for you, but because it's been so long since I've blogged I feel like I have so much to tell you and don't want to make this entry too long! Let me start with the quick & dirty, that always helps:

Quick & Dirty: A Great Week
  • the musical premiered, had my hubby & parents with me
  • chatted at the after-party with many artists, feeling collaborative
  • walked two miles through the city with hubby afterwards, chatting about life
  • had a night off from the twyns thanks to another twyn mama [my bestie]
  • saw Chita Rivera in The Visit on Broadway the next day, one of my idols, with my mom [girl date]
  • sneaked in another lunch date with hubby before the weekend
  • had a universe-is-connected-via-yellow-shoes spiritual phenomenon
Ok so gush-gush I love my husband and since it is post-quarter-end we had a lot of time together this week and got to talk and mush mush. But let's elaborate on the yellow shoes.

A few weeks ago my mother had a dream about her parents (both now deceased), and that they were bringing her a box, and in that box was a pair of yellow shoes (which she remembers to be a pair of yellow shoes she bought in real life in 1968, and proceeded to love them so much that she built her wardrobe around them for a few years.) The only thing she remembers saying is, "these are my yellow shoes but the heel is wrong."

On that day, she texted me her dream. It was a Monday [April 6th I believe.] My mother didn't know that in the show I had been writing, there was a song and scene about "Yellow shoes." We actually wrote it in 2013, during our first workshop at Duke University, so it was nothing new. So I texted her that, and she freaked out a little.  I texted my friend Sibyl to see if they rehearsed the song that day and she said, no, but that they had changed the scene's location, and the character who is singing it, so that it is now assigned to the character of [spoiler alert] Susan Sontag. I actually really hated the song, the way it came out, and the delivery until this last change. It actually works now. Kudos to Sibyl for seeing it through. I really would not have the patience to keep tweaking and working the musical the way that she has. But it is her full-time job, so I guess it makes sense that she does!

My mother came to see the premiere of the musical with me last Tuesday night, and we laughed and marveled again at the yellow shoes reference.

The next day she surprised me with tickets to a Broadway musical, The Visit, with Chita Rivera. I had told her I wanted to see it, and she didn't know why, other than the fact that I loved Chita Rivera. I reminded her that one of the first Broadway shows I ever saw, in my teens, was another Kander & Ebb musical starring Chita Rivera: Kiss of the Spider Woman. It was probably amongst the moments in my life where I can identify wanting to be up on that stage as my profession. My mother remembered only that one of the last musicals she saw with her mother was with Chita Rivera, called The Rink, in 1984. So, clearly, Chita Rivera, in a musical written by Terrence McNally, with music & lyrics by Kander & Ebb, has been in our lives at many important moments.

You know, Chita Rivera has been in musicals written by other people!

We sat down at the show for our girl date, and walking onto the stage are two eunuchs [bizarre enough] in... yellow shoes [TOO bizarre.] We elbowed each other. We couldn't believe it. What is this about?! Weird.

We proceeded to watch the show and about thirty minutes in, the townspeople begin a group number called...wait for it... "YELLOW SHOES" because it has become a symbol of wealth in the story, and every one of the townspeople would like to claim their share of the wealth by choosing their own favorite pair of yellow shoes. They sing this group number, an ode to yellow shoes, whilst pulling out of a box their own pair [specific to each character] and performing a soft shoe dance in said yellow shoes.

My mother grabbed my hand and we started to cry.

This is no longer a coincidence.

What could this mean?

The characters kept chanting "Yellow Shoes" and every time it was like a pounding on my chest and a fist to the jaw.

Who is bringing this message to us, and what exactly is the message?

Is it about money? Broadway? Self-indulgence?

You know, Kander died September 11, 2004. So this is the last musical to be produced by this team.

I wrote this song in 2013, without any knowledge of their song. I got the idea because the image that Sibyl had written about in the script was very powerful to me. I thought, yellow shoes, that is such an interesting reference, I have to write a song about it.

Susan Sontag happens to be deceased as well. December 28, 2004.

I left NYC in 2003, got married there in 2004. It was around that time that I left Sibyl and our collaborations. I've blogged about that before.

To top it off, and I'm stretching here - a recruit of mine from my days as Director of Music Admissions at the University of Maryland - Chris Newcomer - is performing in The Visit as well [one of the eunuchs, the original yellow-shoes-wearers] and he is from Moorestown.  On the same day last week that his hometown paper published a piece on his Broadway appearance, my husband was touring Moorestown for his job, and came home to tell me about the town and what may be a big deal for him. A stretch, I know. But a lot of connections here.

I also got a promo email the next day from a business built by my high school friend Kelly Rae Roberts featuring an image of - you guessed it - yellow shoes.

I'm just feeling those connections - I have not been looking for anything new in my life but I am always open to possiblity [like that last ghost story, and that other one] - and when something like this happens - I try not to ignore the signs.

And I'm definitely, FOR SURE, going to buy a pair of ... yellow. shoes.

Thursday, April 9, 2015


"Was that something you always wanted to do?" he asked.

"Well, yes," I immediately said. "I couldn't have not had children."

I was catching up with a friend from the theater days, whom I hadn't seen or heard from in ten years. He had joined the army as a medic, and had been to Iraq and Afghanistan, amongst other endeavours, since I'd seen him last.

I had gotten married and had babies. My favorite ending to all novels.

But here we are, in the second book of our lives.

Certainly when my husband and I were going through our trying period and diagnostics, I became even more ensconced with the idea of having children. We joked that we would get seven dogs, one for each day of the week, but, in truth, we would have tried to foster or adopt.

I would have always missed not having babes in arms.

Of course I also miss a theater career, but that's temporary. Well, at least the career part.

Theatre is a BIG FAT TEASE.

Always was, always will be.

Why do you always tempt me? Why do I keep running back. We are never to be a full time commitment.

I keep thinking if I start contacting agents again, if I really put together a nice monologue, if I set up a website...

Why do I keep getting in bed with you.

And then you don't call for five years.

I always say to young girls, the two times I've had the opportunity to do so, that you should write your own stuff. I just finished Mindy Kaling's book, Is everyone hanging out without me?, in which she corroborates my advice. If you want to "make it", the only chance you will have is to be Charlize Theron, or have your own stories to tell. And I really like my songs, but I'm not a very good writer.

Ha ha, I know, you see me writing right here.

But I mean like dialogue and stuff. Melody, I'm pretty good at, I think.

So I watched my friend launch herself into the canon this week with her own theatre company and I'm very excited for her. I see her fellow playwrights lead the way for her and I realize: these are their babies. Never again will they be able to retreat to the couch without thinking about them. Without investing in them. Without thinking about how each move that you make and each line that you write, how it will affect your babies years down the line.

It is an interesting life. Let's watch.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Running is unhealthy

For me.

Right now.

Don't get your panties in a wad, I'm usually one to force through the pain, but I either have: 

Don't worry; I've pinned all my research for you in this one convenient place

I did experiemce sciatica during my twyn pregnancy so this third one is sounding about right, right now. Also, some kind of bunion-like thing has appeared on the side of my left foot. Sexy. Reminds me of the time I wore crop tops in college and no one told me that I shouldn't, even though I definitely should not have. Gross.
The good news is that I think my daughter knows how to dress.
No, I haven't sought outside help yet. I did try a spin class. I waited a week, then I tried gentle yoga.

Nope and nope.

I don't know if this is entirely related, but this is all making me a mess again.

Well, it's probably related.

I want to strike mom from my title. I don't want to give up kids, mind you, but I want to stop writing about mom things;  looking like a mom; acting like a mom; and I definitely don't want to be like every other "mother runner" and work towards a huge mom goal race like Ironman.
[Although I have really really investigated within myself if I want to complete an Ironman, which would include the thought "would I want to still do this if I couldn't share it with anyone, and I just had this knowledge for myself, within myself?" and the answer is a resounding YES. So I do know that I do genuinely want to complete the race for my own person accomplishment-within-me-self-ego-SELF.]
I guess for starters, this is precipitated- no that's not the right word- this was spurned by a phone interview I had last week where the interviewer was very kind, but also very blunt. My "mommy gap" is looking bleak. I have been busy, as you are well aware if you follow this blog, but none of it looks good in print.

The good news is that the twyns do. This is at the Radnor Art Show, the first showcase of their works :)

But *I* don't look good in print. I don't look that hot in person these days, either, especially with a hip injury keeping me couch-bound, but I certainly do not look good in a social-media-centric-job-world that grew up in the last 6 years since I've been out. I kind of wanted to not only go back to my former types of positions in higher ed (admissions), but I also wanted to expand upon one part of my resume, development and fundraising, and I don't know if it's going to be possible to reinvent myself at this stage in my life. And that thought had never occurred to me. I always thought you could reinvent yourself at any age. I love leafing through stories of people starting careers at 50-60-70; winning Ironman races in their age group; starting foundations when a passion emerges later in life, etc. etc.

Since I've been home with the twyns I have been trying on a lot of different hats. I'm always passionate about these things, but nothing fits for very long.  I once had a very close friend tell me that I probably can't do one thing at once, and that's my 'one thing.' That was very kind of her to say.

I'm frustrated.

By myself. My lack of focus. How I look to others. My inconsistency. Where I am going.

Where I am running to. 

So I've stopped running.

The project that has been consuming my time as of late, which started in 2013, is very exciting, but also a big fat tease, because I get to compose music again and be a part of the theatre world but again, be reminded that it is a huge world where many create and few are heard through the masses.
The good news is that the boy likes it.

It is called LET US NOW PRAISE SUSAN SONTAG. But I do really like it. I think it is sounding really, really, amazing. Sibyl is having me publish the music with the script, so I'm working on editing and making the score look right for musicians I may someday never meet but who would want to play my stuff. So I want to share the details with you, in case you are in the NYC area April 28 - May 16th. Click on the picture for details:

 Abrons Arts Center
465 Grand Street
NY, NY 10002

Also, the writer, Sibyl Kempson, is launching a much-awaited theatre company of her own (she is kind of a big deal), and will host readings on April 6th at the Martin Segal Center to promote it and her campaign to fund it. Click the pic for the facebook page.

See/share IndieGoGo campaign here. I would really love it if you could share it, and/or the Facebook page.

Also, Thanks.


And if you know what I'm supposed to be doing right now, let me know.



Monday, March 9, 2015

Tour of the training cave

Oh my goodness, where to begin. 

I know you are frustrated, like me, when you are benched for a whole week. I don't even know if I'm going to make it to tomorrow, but I wanted to give myself a full week off. We actually went to the Franklin Institute with the whole fam on Saturday, and I'm looking forward to posting about that, but my hips did not like the walking and standing around. 

I'm super. frustrated. 

So yesterday I started thinking of another kind of solution. Lose weight? New shoes? Take some kind of supplement? Before I start calling doctors. I took Ibuprofen before I took the twyns to a birthday party, and two hours later, nada. Zilch. Didn't feel a damn bit of relief. I didn't know it was a drop-off party, so I searched around the area for a store that would magically remove twenty pounds from my body and the inflammatory fire I was feeling in my hip joints. 

Poof! GNC appeared before my very eyes. 

I bought a Glucosamine product called "TriFlex" [ummm, it had Tri in the title?] a one-day cleanse, and a nighttime herbal supplement that is supposed to shed pounds in my sleep. 

I never said I was patient. Or rational. 

I have also signed up for a spin class at a new joint near me, for tomorrow. So I will not start running off the bat. Back to basics. Back to me. Back to tri-training. Back to what I know works for me.

I thought I could get away with not losing weight before this season started, but I'm guessing that's my number one problem right now. Oh, also, that I've only been running. 

And THEN....I cleaned and spruced up the cave I have been living in for the last month, and I have to say it looks darn purty & welcoming. 

I finally applied the vinyl decals I bought last month, and set up my old hybrid bike on a trainer! 

I borrowed this idea directly from the ETSY shop I purchased these from. This one was easy! 
This one - not so much! Although I have to say if I had left it like this, that would be pretty funny.
I think the key to the vinyl decal is to keep cutting the overlay as you go, so that you can focus on one section at a time. 
Voila! I had this custom made. This is the last thing my husband says to me before any race. :) 

Below it: my sad little weight training area. A 12 pound medicine ball and two 5-pound weights.
Um....gonna need more weights!! 
To the side is the 'unfinished' area of our basement which turned out to the best place to hang my husband's birthday present. Imma use this more than him, watch! Also in this pic: yoga mats! And the "test" section the decal shop gave me. I kinda like it above the light switch, makes me feel like I'm in some sort of generator and that switch could make the whole place BLOW!
Of course I had to vacuum up all the sawdust first! I hung the gloves on little girly star hooks ;) 
My view from the dreadmill. I honestly try to watch TV but I don't know how you ladies do it. I need my music.
The more detailed view. Had to clean up the toy area that has been bothering me for weeks. Let's see how long that lasts...
While I was cleaning I dug up some old photos I didn't know I had. What a trip!

I'll add this to my "that time I was possessed" blog story about the little doll I made ...

I told you it was true!!
And this goes under the category of "when I was famous"... [*cough* Christian Borle, Francis Jue, John ClancyTim Cain and us two little non-eq's from Just So...]
Photographic Evidence I was the only girl in the cast these dudes could hang out with and
yes I was dating my sweet forgiving husband at the time!

Ok so if that little foray down the rabbit hole didn't inspire me and these hips to move I don't know what will! Happy Monday!

What's your training cave like?? 
Do you have to kick toys out of the way to get to it too?

Friday, March 6, 2015

BENCHED #marathontraining

Monday's run was sunny but splashy! I was ok with that. 

So I mentioned last week that I was experiencing some hip pain, and it has unfortunately gotten worse. I have spaced out a few of my runs to include more rest days, and I gave up at least one 4 mile run this week, but it is not getting better. The pain has spread to the other hip now. 

Spring "Mountain" last Saturday

Granted, I included a day of skiing post 10-mile run last week, and pre 7-mile run this week, but that should be nothing new to my body at this point. 

Granted, I also drove up and back to Sarah Lawrence College on Friday to see a workshop production of the musical I'm working on. You know, the one for which I went to Duke to write the music, and New Dramatists this January to see the first reading. Friday's trip may have been tiring (although entirely inspirational and I went home and immediately wrote two new pieces within 48 hours.) 

But oh I was so so SO happy to be outside for those two runs! I thought ditching the treadmill was the answer! 

So what's the deal?

My hips are inflamed. They are like, on fire. It might be bursitis, or tendonitis. My thighs feel like they weigh about 100 pounds each. Plus, I have a cold. Wah, me.

I'm reading a lot about 'over-training', and while my mileage and workouts are nowhere near the level of some most endurance athletes or marathon newbies, it still may be too much for me. Especially since running is my weakest skill. 

This is why I tri!

I know I did much better training for the Broad Street Run and even my first half-marathon by incorporating a few long-ish runs into my normal triathlon training, and that treated my body much better than the steady diet of running, running, and more running my body has been experiencing this past month. 

I signed up for masters swimming this year, promising myself that this would be a great winter activity to cross-train and I would, for sure, meet some triathlon friends who would steer me in the direction of a great bike group or tri coach,  but I have still been too intimidated to show up (or maybe too sleepy, as they meet most mornings at 5:30 or 6.) 

I know how my body trains at this point.

I know I'm super intimidated by the 140.6 that looms in front of me. 

I know I wanted to have a 26.2 under my belt before I began the serious summer of training I have planned. 

I'm going to let my ego go at this point, rest these hips, and start again in a few days. Tuesday will be a full week off for me. Let's talk then.

In the meantime, Happy Snow Day number...4? I've lost count.  Who hasn't?

Radnor got about 10 inches yesterday. The most snowfall in a single snowstorm all winter! In March!

In March!

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Skiing Vermont #skifamily

Let's talk about Stratton.

As ski season starts to melt around us (wishful thinking?), let me post about our second annual ski trip to Stratton, Vermont a few weeks ago!

Once again, on the drive up, we stopped at Dinosaur BBQ in Troy, NY, and it did not disappoint.

My father-in-law is really getting to know these ski critters most people call granchildren.

He and his wife have been traveling up to Stratton a lot this year and know all the ins and outs to show us how it's done.

So, Stratton is this adorable little small town that they have built a ski mountain around.

Just kidding, it's a manufactured little village-of-a-town that accommodates the needs of the skiers on Southern Vermont's highest peak. Think of it as Disney's version of Switzerland. I love capitalism.

So much has changed this year, and I can finally say I actually skied Vermont this year. Last year I was just rocking the magic carpet, falling down the tiniest green slope, and hitting the spa when my rental boots began screaming.

This year we have invested a lot of time and money in this hobby. An investment in our future, as we see it, because my husband and his father have enjoyed this past time for over three decades together.

This investment, among other things, included a real 'ski jacket' for me so that this Florida girl didn't mind 0 degree weather! As long as it meant fresh powder brah...
Upper Wanderer
My husband said I was lucky to experience conditions he hadn't ever seen on the East Coast in his lifetime. They took me across the mountain to the other, less populated, side, "Sun Bowl", and we found a windy trail that led us through some trees as the snow fell gently around us. It was truly magical (even if I did fall and get some snow on my Goggles.)

The twyns were enjoying the Ski School and moved up the ranks to Wolves this year! That is two steps up from where they left last year, and one step down from attempting the Black Diamond level trails! They took to the whole thing really remarkably. As a mom who is still prone to wiping their noses and stuffing their mouths with snack after snack to stave off meltdowns, I just couldn't believe I didn't get a call every five minutes to come help my whiny little brats cope with someone forcing them down a cold wet hill of ice and snow strapped to an uncomfortable apparatus of uncontrollable plastic.

This is definitely a "whole family" hobby I could get used to.

Plus, it had the added benefit of kicking my a$$ into gear for marathon training! A series of what feels like 90 second squats as you are careening down a hill is certainly going to get your muscles in action.
The Meadows, overlooking Bromley Mountain in the background
Let me flash back to say we started off the trip with some good ol' fashioned tubing. My husband and his father were shocked to see the "Sun Bowl" side of the mountain fully developed with a full parking lot and all kinds of snow sports activities that didn't involve skiing. This is also the side of the mountain where the Ice Castles were.
Tubing fools
The tubing was some serious fun! The handlers will sometimes give you a nice extra push so they can bet which one of their customers is going to hit the barrier at the other end of the chute. Don't worry, it is all snowy and cushy...well, not really, but it is a lot of fun. Also you get to 'ride' up the tubing-specific 'lift' they have created so that you don't have to carry your tube back up the hill. I would say for the hour-time-slot, we got at least 12 rides in? Maybe my son got in a little more! It began to snow a little as we were leaving and in the lights, it was a little bit magical and a really fabulous welcome to our time there. 

Our view from the Manchester View
We stayed at the Manchester View and it was about a 25 minute drive to Stratton Mountain. The views were beautiful and the twyns loved playing with the "crystals" , as they called them, instead of their usual name, icicles. 

It was very convenient for me to watch them from inside the room. 

They set up the firewood and starter for you each night so that you can enjoy it without much effort as soon as you return from a day of swishing, swooping, and flopping, on the slopes. 

very necessary
The added bonus to this hotel was that my father-in-law's doggy could join us, meet Teddy:

We ate at three very nice, local restaurants: 

Mulligan's Pub. Great Clam chowda & burgers. Very family friendly.
Raven's Den. Finer fare (I had delicious mussels) and a lovely roaring fire.
I really enjoyed the simpler, "Meadows" trails and a few blue-square trails like "Black Bear." By the last day, the twyns didn't want to stay in the ski school for the whole day, so we took them out and enjoyed the afternoon together. I honestly could not. keep. up!! My father-in-law and I had become quite compatible with our ski styles and needs for rest (as I am still beginning, and he is just cruising.) Once the twyns joined us, there was no more rest. I watched them ski down to the next little plateau and thought, "For sure, they will stop and wait for mommy, as they were taught to wait for their coaches the last two days." Nope! Shoop! went baby B and Shoop! went baby A on down the next slope without pause or care in the world. My father-in-law found the boy only because he had fallen and was trying to get back up. I caught up to the girl only because she did not have poles to shush herself on one of the flatter sections towards the end of the trail.

With all they accomplished, we hit Bob's Diner (one of my father-in-law's and wife's faves) and received shiny new Stratton ski pins from their grandfather!

Well, it was just a great, fabulous, second annual trip! I stress annual as I hope we will be back next year! 

Thanks for reading! Hope you are hitting the slopes today!

If not, what are you hitting? The books? The pavement? The foam roller? Do tell! 

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