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Married or Single?

As I’ve mentioned before, my wonderful boyfriend and I have been together for 10 years and we have no plans to ever get married. And we’re both totally ok with that.

There are just a few things that I hate about not having a better word than “boyfriend.”

  1. Whenever we go to weddings, I hate introducing him as a boyfriend… it makes him sound new… most times, we’ve been together longer than the couple getting married
  2. It makes us sound like we’re 16 (and we’re not)
  3. Categories, when filling out forms, don’t seem accurate

To expand on #3, I just went to a new gynecologist and had to fill out all of the medical forms. I had to list myself as single. Personally, I think the forms for that type of doctor should be different, because isn’t she more worried about my risk factors? I have one, committed partner – just like a standard married person. Someone could mark that they are married, but they could be in an open relationship and be seeing a ton of play. Shouldn’t the doctor be more interested in how many people have access to the playground?

Isn’t there a difference?

But that’s beside the point. The reason for this post is because I’m actually really excited about a demographics form that I filled out on a survey! The survey is for Jiminy Peak, where I did the aerial obstacle course a few weeks ago. Here’s the question that got me jazzed:

Fabulous, right?!

I hope that more forms start looking like this. Especially as the group of un-married “co-habitators” continues to increase.¬† ūüôā

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The Color Run Recap

Ugh… I’m so torn on how to write about this run… do I complain for the next 500 words because it was terribly, TERRIBLY organized or do I try to find the bright spots? Am I completely mad at the organizers or am I also partially mad at myself?

Hmmm… I guess I’ll try to both find the bright spots and tell you why it was so terrible I can’t envision myself ever doing this run again (and tell you why my brother out-law is thinking about writing a letter of complaint to the organizers).

Back story: I run alone all the time. I’ve never gotten to run a race with anyone else. It’s lonely. So when I saw the Color Run¬†(a run where they throw different colors at you every kilometer), it looked like so much fun I invited my boyfriend’s family to join me on a team. My boyfriend’s brother’s fiance, Sarah,¬†is a runner. She was training for a marathon happening in April until she broke her foot over the winter, which obviously effed up her training. However, she’s now healed and she’s clearly a runner, so I knew I could talk her into a 5k. I also invited my boyfriend’s sister, Jen,¬†because she keeps starting the Couch to 5k program.¬†Jen also invited their aunt (by marriage), Jeannie,¬†who is only 2 years older than¬†Jen (Jeannie is 8 years older than me) and is super, super awesome. Jeannie is also a runner and regularly does races. Jen also signed her ten-year-old daughter up for the race.

I was super excited to do something fun with my boyfriend’s family! So excited that I bought decals from runnerdecals.com and made everyone a pint glass as a little gift.

Runner chick (about 1.5 inches tall) from RunnerDecals.com

Then, a few days before the race, Jeannie dropped out because the run is 3 hours from her house and her husband is super sick and she has small children.

The day before the race, Sarah dropped out because she was feeling¬†swamped with work (and homework)¬†and the race was about 2 hours from her house. At this point, I’m feeling really bummed. Jeannie and Sarah are the two that I fit in with best. I also learned a few days before the race that one of Jen’s friends would be joining us. By 5 o’clock on Friday, I was trying to reset my expectations, and change back to excited from disappointed.

Jen, at one point, told me that because I was the most fit, I could run my own race and they would see me at the end. But I told her that would defeat my goal. I was there to run with them, not alone, no matter the pace. We ended up walking 90% of the course. The walking was ok, but kind of boring. Oh well, right? So that’s why I might be a little mad at myself. I didn’t have a “runner’s high” when I reached the finish line. I wasn’t proud of myself for working it. It was just a leisurely stroll… that took us about an hour… (after running the 10k¬†though, this 5k felt so short, in the good way)¬†

Ok, now here’s why I’m mad at the organizers: first things first, their website is rubbish. It doesn’t have any race details, just explanations of how they attack you with color, etc. They never told us the address of the race, just the town: Amesbury, MA. For awhile, the website called it “The Color Run – Boston” which is really misleading… Amesbury is about an hour north of Boston on the NH border. Eventually they changed it to “The Color Run – New England” which is much more accurate. The website never had the start time of the race – they e-mailed us that 2 days before the race.

Next: e-mails! They sent a lot of information in e-mails, but some of the information they only sent to the team captain and she was supposed¬†to send it¬†to the rest of us. Hey Color Run, why? You have our e-mail addresses, you could have sent it to everyone! Plus, she didn’t know which we got and which we didn’t, so she didn’t send them to us.

Our group (plus one spectator Р6-year-old nephew) before the color run Рstill in the parking lot. We were team Pixel Pixies РJen made us some really cool wings to wear.

My main complaint: traffic and parking! In many of the e-mails, they told us that “a lot of people” would be attending this race, but never said how many. They just warned us that we should carpool. They should have said what “a lot” meant. 2,000 runners? 20,000 runners?

We also weren’t allowed to park at the race (which wasn’t a loop – the finish line was legitimately 3.1 miles away from the starting line). We were assigned to a parking lot 7 miles¬† (and¬†3 highway exits) from the finish line. There was another parking lot 12 miles away from the starting line. School buses would drive us from the parking lots to the start (and from the finish back to the lots).

The race was scheduled to start at 10 am (with waves until 10:45). At 9 am, we were one mile from the parking lot. At 10:30 we arrived at the parking lot! In our car, we all carpooled (as recommended), we were surrounded by hundreds of other people in their carpools. We jumped out of the car, hit the port-a-potties (EWWWW) and hopped on a bus. We made it to the starting line around 11 (and there was still at least one bus behind us).

Jen and her friend run through orange, the first kilometer marker

The finish line was visible from the highway and there were tons of rubberneckers trying to figure out what was happening there… woo congestion!

The course was beautiful. A couple of minor hills and it was mostly along a wide¬†river. Simply lovely. And the color zones were fun! And being with T’s niece¬†(and his 3-year-old nephew in a stroller) was great.

One downside, there was only one water stop (in the middle of a hot day in JULY)! Quality planning…

At the finish line

So we get to the finish line around noon and the line for the buses was at least 1/2 mile long and 10 people across. We ate lunch for an hour (we had to buy a Powerade because the water at the finish line tasted like pool water – chlorine and dirt!). Then we got in line ourselves… where we waited for 2 hours. We didn’t get to our car until a bit after 3 pm.

We were too late for the “color parties” so we made our own!

Getting to the race was stressful and congested. Then we were alone on the course. Once we got to the finish line we were stranded there. The buses couldn’t even get to and from because of accidents on the highway. It was so poorly organized! In other states, the Color Run might be ok, but having us park so far away and then be stranded was a poor idea. They simply couldn’t take care of the crowds.

Our entire group (with our spectators) waiting for the bus back to our car

Their tag line is “Happiest 5k on the Planet.” Unfortunately, I would disagree…

It’s All in the Timing

Wow, I went from zero to sixty in the last few weeks. Of course I mean speeds. I had nothing going on a few weeks ago and this week, I’ve got tons going on. I was talked into directing a one-act play for a festival. Originally, I wasn’t really feeling it. I was still super tired from my Master’s Thesis. And this is summer. And I was stuck in a lazy rut and I was ok with staying there… sort of.

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But I went to the auditions. And I started rehearsals. And at the first rehearsal, my mind-set totally changed, like a light switch. I loved my cast! They are wonderful, wonderful human beings. AND there were only 3 of them!

Typically, I work with a community theater group and a high school pretty far outside of Boston. And I always see the goal as casting as many people as possible because it usually equals greater ticket sales. My last show had 14 people (and was only 40 minutes long).¬†I think the last time¬†I had fewer than 10 people was¬†10 years ago when I was in college and it was just a 10 minute directing project for a class. Oh… actually I did a show in grad school that had a 3 person cast as well (but was¬†so prop heavy it was absurd). I think the best part of having a small cast is getting to know all of them (and the ability to hear all of their questions).

This play? 10 minutes long, 3 actors, 4 props, 2 light cues – that’s¬†it! Easy¬†peasey! AND I had a stage manager! She is awesome!¬†

Plus, the play is in Boston which for some reason is just making me feel a little hipper. And, the festival is being produced by one of my grad school friends. He decided that all of the shows had to be from a collection by David Ives called All in the Timing. I LOVE All in the Timing. I really recommend it. All of the plays are short and quirky. They also have a common theme (umm… time/space and how it can affect us?) I love when festivals have a theme. It feels cohesive.

Anyway, this last week was tech week. If you’re not a theater nerd, tech week is when all of the technical aspects of a show are introduced: costumes, lights, sound effects, etc. In some circles, it’s known as hell week. While my show was no stress, the time commitment is still there (and this week I have to stick around and support the other 5 one-acts). It’s been the kind of week where I haven’t seen my boyfriend at all (and we live¬†together), well, at least I haven’t seen him awake. It’s also the kind of week where I’m eating random things and calling it “dinner.” You know, like a tomato, 4 crackers,¬†3 slices of cheese, and a lima bean (not really on the lima bean, but have you¬†ever¬†noticed that when people try to impress you with how little they have eaten, they always throw in some random singular object that makes no sense?)

Needless to say, I’m exhausted and the whole motivation thing isn’t going well.¬†Just motivating myself to get out of bed is the key. I’ve spent the week tired and hungry. But¬†last night’s show was great! (Last night was opening night) The audience laughed way more than I thought they would (which was already a lot). I’ve never worked with the other directors or any of the actors so this was a great chance for¬†me to meet new people and see work¬†I’d never seen before. That was really my motivation for going to¬†that first audition and I’m so glad I didn’t opt for the lazy way out.¬†¬†

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And tomorrow I get to wake up early and do the Color Run! Woo!

Lord of the Rings vs Harry Potter?

This is completely for all of my nerdy, book-loving readers.

I’m a HUGE nerdy, book-lover. I even took a Tolkien class in college, so when I came across this review on IMDB (I found it on Iwastesomuchtime.com), part of me was a little crushed. And part of me couldn’t wait to share it!

I really hope this kid found out that Tolkien died when Rowling was about 8 years old….

Another Adventure Recap – White Water Rafting

This update is super delayed, but the weekend after Father’s Day, my wonderful boyfriend and I took my father on a white water rafting trip (along with a bunch of my wonderful boyfriend’s fun coworkers). We went down the Kennebec River in northern Maine (almost Canada) with a company called Northern Outdoors and got the trip 50% off thanks to CBS Local (similar to¬†LivingSocial¬†and Groupon). I really think this is shaping up to be my summer of mini-adventures and I’m quite digging it.

It was just the beginning of the heat wave, so it was a beautiful 80¬į. At the lodge, before the trip, they reviewed the¬†supplies they offered for rent. They started with a paddle jacket, suggesting most people would rent that (if anything). The chest¬†part was wet suit material while the sleeves were a light and flexible material (similar to real wind-breaker). They showed the wet suit jacket and¬†booties for your feet. They also showed the bottoms of the wetsuit, which I think they called the “farmer john.” They said “unless you had 0% body fat, you won’t need the ‘farmer john.’¬†Oh and the water is 51¬į. Thanks for listening.”

It was the 51¬į degrees part that really resonated with¬†us. We’ve been on this trip before, so we knew that during the rafting, everyone in the boat would get wet. And we knew there were multiple parts of the river you could get out of the¬†boat and float down the river yourself.¬†¬†I hate to be cold, it’s completely miserable and you can’t do much about it. As someone who also enjoys alpine skiing in the winter, I have learned that if you have too much clothing, you can always take it off until you’re more comfortable. It was worth it to us to spend the $10 and get the paddle jackets and the farmer johns.

This was during lunch on the river. You can see T’s farmer johns, the top of mine are folded down.

Very few people made that choice, and there were probably about thirty 20-something-year-old girls in bikinis on the trip who spent the entire day freezing and miserable. Especially because even the air felt cooler on the river.

We’re carrying the boat down to the river at the beginning of the day. Here you can see our full outfits with the jacket and the farmer johns. I’m second from the left, my dad is third from the left, and guide Dave is on the right.

The day was gorgeous! Everyone in our boat got a chance to sit up front, even me. The last time we went (last fall with T’s family – it was FREEZING!) I had no interest in sitting in the front and I never did. I didn’t really have any interest in sitting in the front this time either, but my dad insisted. He was totally right, you get the best view. And it’s not that the view from the second seat is much different. It’s just that the front person sets the pace, the second+ person needs to get in sync and pay attention to someone else’s rhythm. The front person can spend that extra brain power looking at the river instead of looking at the paddle in front of them.

So glad that T has a waterproof camera! (and he’s good at taking “selfies”) Here we are floating down the river (nice and warm in the wetsuits).

My wonderful boyfriend, T, told me that this is a pretty unique style of white water rafting and you won’t find it everywhere in the country. For example, one of his coworkers, Jenn spent her honeymoon in Pennsylvania and one of the days they went white water rafting. But they didn’t even have a guide in their boat. They was just one guide with the entire trip. I’m going to guess their river was a little safer. Our guide, Dave (who was in the boat the entire time and was in charge of steering), had to guide us around things like the “kayak keeper”: a set of rocks that created a cycle of spinning water that could literally drag a kayak down below the surface for good. Or he had to avoid “unemployment rock.” Inches before unemployment rock looks like some really sweet white water, but¬†6 inches past the rapid is a giant bolder, doing a nice job of staying hidden, but completely dry.¬†It’s called unemployment rock because if a guide steers his boat that way… he’ll be on the¬†unemployment line in a hot second. There are lots of things like that to this river, things you might not notice if you didn’t know what you were doing. I¬†can’t imagine doing a river without a guide with me. Plus, the Northern Outdoors staff are all funny and very knowledgable about the area.

We had a super time! And I’m hoping to do a more challenging river this fall.¬†

Here my dad, Jenn, and her husband, Keith enjoy the last bit of “white water”. The photo was slightly staged… until they got spashed… those faces of surprise are real!

¬†Unfortunately, we weren’t able to take any pictures during the actual rapids, but it was super awesome and I would totally recommend this to anyone!

Today’s Weather Forecast

One more silly post about the heat:

You Know it’s Hot When…

How this summer heat is making me feel:

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