Month: November 2017

Half Marathon: 13.1 Miles Is Better than None

Yesterday was the Seattle Marathon, where you have to be a little crazy to get up at 5:00 AM to run 26.2 miles, or if you opted for a half marathon like I did, 13.1 miles.

Running a half marathon is actually not all that bad. I think most people can do it. Running a full marathon does require more effort and commitment. (I have run two races.) There is something about running past 20 miles that makes you retreat to the darkest corners of your mind.

I signed up for the Seattle Half Marathon on a whim two weeks ago, so I didn’t formally train for the race. My long runs were almost at half marathon distance anyway. Running is one of the things that keep me sane, especially in the winter months. My mental health is directly linked to how much exercise I get. It drives me insane if I don’t run.

A long run for no particular reason can extend to 8 or 9 miles these days. If I’m feeling particularly good, I can go up to 12 miles. Where running was once used to escape my own anxiety, it is now used to be more in tune with my body.

Although I have been running since age 13, I’m not exactly what you call athletic, nor am I very fast. What I lack in speed, I make up for in distance covered. And the distances I run help clear my head, which is something I’ve grown to enjoy. When I first started running, I never dreamed of actually being able to finish a marathon. It sounded like something that only the elite do–not a shy creative type like me. But I learned that you don’t have to be the fastest; you just need to keep pushing to finish what you have worked hard for. For me, running has been something as an escape from my own anxieties by silencing them with endorphins, the sweet reassuring opiate high that everything is right in the world.

It wasn’t until I entered college that I took running more seriously. To be honest, I did not like it then. I only did it back then to purposefully keep myself thin because of low self-esteem, but I never regretted a workout because of the satisfaction it gave afterwards. So, I kept at it and forced myself to run at least 4 times a week. (4 is my favorite number.) The satisfaction of having made the goal for the day was what kept reinforcing the habit of putting my shoes on and getting out there. And I was starting to like what I was seeing and feeling. So, three years later, I joined a training team to complete my first full marathon.

For those of you who have always thought of doing one of those 26.2 milers, you should! I strongly recommend joining a training team. The moral support you give and receive will help you cross the finish line. Then you’re in the 26.2 club for life.

After crossing the finish line of my first marathon, I thought, “oh, thank god that’s over. I am never doing that again.” It wasn’t until 8 years later in 2016 that I ran my second marathon, all because a friend of mine convinced me to attempt to overcome my own resistance. That time, I trained on my own, using the training program that seemed the most familiar from the first race.

I was going to run my third full marathon this time around, but spending money for the race fee just was not justifiable after coming back from traveling. By the time my old job re-hired me, it was too late to train, and I didn’t want to do a half-marathon originally, but… It’s better than nothing. So, I signed up.

I wish I could recall how difficult the course was. My mind was so zen, that much of it has evaded my conscious memory. Or maybe I was tired from having only 4 hours of sleep the night before. I have overheard other runners talking about the difficulty of hills and the steep switchbacks the course had. Those I vaguely remember. It didn’t feel too difficult, to be honest. Running the course felt wonderful and free.

And now there is time until the next marathon. The two main ones in this city are Rock ‘n’ Roll Marathon and Amica’s Seattle Marathon. Running a marathon is not just a physical endeavor; it’s also a psychological one. I always become hesitant before signing up for a big race. But pushing through the heavy resistance as your mind retreats to the darkest corners of your psyche is how you grow. It can be very hard, yes. But I promise you that you reach an interesting place when you emerge to the other side.

Inktober and Saccharine Cupcakes

Hello, friends. I haven’t really been online as much lately. But here is something I submitted to Ghost Gallery earlier this week for their annual miniature art show. It’s called “Saccharine,” and it’s probably one of my favorite cupcakes. I’m really pleased with how the straws came out. They’re probably my favorite part.

The mini art show at Ghost Gallery is on Nov. 9, 5-9 PM. There will be hundreds of works from artists around the globe, so you know it’s definitely going to be good!

It will also be one of the last shows at that location. Ghost Gallery is the first space I showed my art in Seattle. The owner, Laurie, was one of the first people who acknowledged me when I moved here, and some time later, I interned at Ghost for a year and a half. She has been a leader and a positive force in our art community. So, when the news was shared that the owner of the whole building plans to turn the gallery space into another apartment, it broke our collective hearts. Fortunately, the gallery will relocate. For now, we are still showing our support any way we can. This includes attending the mini art show on Thursday.

For October, I did a little something called Inktober. The rules are that the drawings are done in ink once a day, using an interpretation of the given word for that day. For example, for the first day of October 2017, the word of the day was “swift,” and my interpretation of it was a hummingbird.

I hadn’t made art for over a year, and it showed. But now I was getting used to drawing again. When I first started Inktober 2017, the drawings were more wobbly. I was clearly out of practice. Now things seem to be smoothed out a little.

My weapons of choice were Prismacolor markers and Micron pens. Line drawings are something I’ve always been drawn to, but there have also been some without the black outline. Without it, the form appears to have more depth.

Some were a little difficult to do… And others had a more poignant interpretation.

There was one instance where I bent the rules a little bit. It said that the drawings needed to be done in ink, but it did not say that it should be done exclusively in ink. For the word “blind,” the portrait of a blind-folded woman was rendered with color pencil for the skin and watercolor for the hair. I still used Micron pens for the outline.

If you want to see the full set of 31 drawings, you can visit my art’s Instagram page, @iloveronnieart.

It’s safe to say that I have started making art again!