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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Runner's Side Stitches are not like Hiccups

I know, I know: it's been FOREVER since I last blogged. I'm sorry! I have a perfectly good explanation for it though, you ready? I haven't had time. There.

Four studio classes and commuting into San Francisco everyday does not leave much time for anything. On the plus side, I have a whole host of artwork to show for it! Nearly none of it is fairy/fantasy related, but it's still pretty cool. But more on that in a different blog, perhaps. (sorry!)

Anyway, it's FINALLY Thanksgiving break which of course is my favorite time of year. I didn't actually know that I got a break from school until maybe a week ago. Of course I "forgot" to tell my work about the fact that I have a whole week off... And I'm sure I won't remember to tell them any time soon! (Though with the mountain of homework, it's needed!)

So I am enjoying my break immensely. I even started running again. Turns out when you take a few months off from running after previously running 4-5 days a week, it's not nearly as difficult to get back into it as I feared. That is of course, until you encounter the dreaded "Side Stitch" also known as a "cramp from exercising" on one of your first runs back out.

On my first run out this week, (out of three so far-- go me) right after I hit my second mile, I got a side stitch so bad, I was going to pass out. I tried everything I could think of to get rid of it. I tried slowing my pace, I tried walking, I tried "breathing into the stitch"-- which my friend Mary suggested and it's pure nonsense!-- I tried drinking water, I even resorted to resting for five minutes and starting up again slowly: NOTHING! It wouldn't go away and I was starting to make some pretty terrible faces at passing cars. To those passing cars, I do apologize! I had a side stitch!

After ten minutes of dealing with the cramp, I finally realized I had to walk home, which sucked because I run to get places and to be efficient. Walking is boring to me. So I began walking. And I drank more water. And I practiced deep breathing. Finally I got the bright idea to "scare the stitch away"-- it works with hiccups! When breathing and drinking water and waiting doesn't work, you have your friends scare the hiccups away! (this does not work for me with hiccups-- don't do this to me ever) Well, I've come to realize that when I run, I do not think very clearly (due to physical exhaustion or runner's high or something). So here I am moseying along, slowly, but surely with my side stitch then the next second- BAM! I'm sprinting like there's a wild hyena loose from the zoo after me! I even flailed my arms for effect.

And it totally worked!-- for about 2.38 seconds. Then it hit me like a gunshot wound and I bent forward, nearly collapsing, clutching my side, cursing loudly and laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole idea. I probably looked like *I* had escaped from a zoo. So much for scaring the stitch away through sprinting...

I will say that it probably looked downright hilarious from anyone possibly watching through their window... Or maybe whoever was watching was deeply disturbed by my zombie-like behavior, thought the end was near, packed up their apocalypse survival kits, and fled to the hills. If that is the case, I apologize for sending you to the hills... I do hope you're at least enjoying the views.

Anyways, I still didn't get rid of the stitch, but on today's run when I got a stitch, it wasn't as bad-- so maybe it's a thing your body gets used to over time?

Anyways, til next time!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Hunting Girl Scouts

If you have been reading my blogs from the beginning, you will know that every year right around this time, I make it my life's work (if I remember) to hunt down a Girl Scout or five for some delicious Samoas! Yes, it's cookie season again!

Every year my family and friends bring home Girl Scout cookies and every year they forget that Samoas are the superior cookie (and my favorite) and so I go hungry (for samoas).

Funny story-- I was a Girl Scout. Seriously. I started in 4th grade and went all the way up to Senior in High School, and then they gave me the Adult Girl Scout plaque for some reason, so technically I still am a registered Girl Scout! I even earned my Silver and Gold Awards, Gold being the Eagle equivalent in Boy Scouts.

And somehow after all that, during cookie season, I go without Samoas?!?! What travesty is this? I figured the Girl Scout Mafia would get me a hook up (yeah, they exist, I'm a member).

So if you happen to be a Girl Scout or know a Girl Scout, send her my way coz you don't want to see what happens if I have to wait a two years between getting my Samoas.... (imagine your scariest horror film)

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On a completely separate note (the point of writing a blog today): My big computer which handles all the uploading, printing, etc has decided to go on strike and stop working until he gets higher ram or gigahurtz or some computer lingo I don't understand.... So My Valentine has actually told me that my belated Valentine's Day gift will be a new computer! Until then, probably no uploading paintings of any kind can take place... And I actually have two that still need to go up... So thanks for your patience!

Last item, remember to make a purchase at my Etsy shop so that $1 of each item goes to the American Heart Association. It's still going til the end of February!

Friday, December 2, 2011

Occupy Sock Drawers! Free Baby Trolls!!

"Dirty Sock Troll"by Claire Nobles
©2011
Medium: Watercolors
Size: ~7x7 inches 
Prints available by clicking here.

Dirty Sock Trolls have been unfairly forced into Sock Stealing since the Government Ogre Act of 1695 which declared that baby Trolls are required by law to collect socks for the upper class Ogres. Socks are seen as a status symbol in the realm of the fairie and the Ogres like their socks as dirty as possible. Sometimes the Baby Trolls like this one will mess up and steal clean socks that just look old and dirty. In this case, they are punished by being swung by their ears into the nearest grease fire and forced to wear the clean socks as a sign of disgrace. Obviously this baby troll has made a lot of mistakes as he is wearing many socks and his ears are abnormally long...

Baby trolls are slaves until they reach adolescence which can take 400 years. Because the law started in 1695, there is no telling what will happen when the Sock Trolls are fully grown and will probably want revenge on the Ogres... Some of the Sock Trolls shall start maturing in December of 2012 which is probably what the Mayans were referring to as destruction of the Earth... Really, there will just be a lot of ticked off Teenage Trolls roaming around the malls and other such places you don't want them.

The best course of action is to Occupy Sock Drawers by staying home all day catching the baby trolls. It is said that if you catch a Sock Troll and ship him to Spain, he will be free of the tyranny of the ogres and be able to take up a secret passion of bull fighting. Be sure to ship the troll in a box with tons of Febreze spray so that the Ogre Border Patrol won't come near the box and the baby trolls can escape!

This announcement was brought to you by the very strange yet harmless mind of Claire Nobles and the Occupy Sock Drawer Movement! Be sure to pick up a pamphlet at your local government office, (though you will get strange looks when inquiring). Thank you and good luck!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Not in Iambic Pentameter...

Yeah, so if you were wondering about the silly title of this blog (and post), read on.
I've been asked a few times today in the last 5 hours so I think I should explain the weird title.

"Not in Iambic Pentameter" is the title of my Livejournal (which I don't use anymore). My friend Meredith forced me to get a Livejournal. Since I had never had a blog account I had a ton of questions for her. "What can I write?" "Who sees this?" and "What's a Livejournal?" I was asking her questions for about half an hour while she was setting me up with an account. She finally got so annoyed at me for asking all these "ridiculous" questions and told me to shut up --it's just a normal blog!!! Sometimes I make big deals out of small things...

I paused for a minute and finally said "So I don't have to write it in Iambic Pentameter?"

We laughed for about twenty minutes at the randomness of it all. So we titled my blog "Not in Iambic Pentameter" to get really specific. It just kind of stuck.