morning run

Wind in the pinon
Butterflies, squirrels, birdsong
My footsteps, too loud

Let the retirement begin!

Today's grand finale' party was with my Saturday running gang, affectionately known as the "Satboys" (so named cuz it was all guys until I joined in - and I'd nicknamed the list I used to email everyone the "satboys"). Today we gathered, with families, for a shorter run and a longer breakfast at my house. Great fun! It was after the last guest left that this whole retirement gig really set in. No dashing around to do errands, chores, prep work for the office. I'm free! I did manage to check out the mapping program the gang gave me. We plugged in my house, told it to map a route to Petoskey avoiding major highways wherever possible and an eyeblink later, voila! 1500 miles Boulder-to-Petoskey and the voice came on and said "drive 300 feet northeast then turn right. " Sounds like a plan to me!

Retired!

Day one of retired life is drawing to a close...a life apparently so busy that I missed a day of blogging! Retirement day was a whirlwind of packing up the final doodads from the office, noon run with my son, exit interview with the university, then party party party! 'Twas a fun party at CU complete with lawn games, squirt guns (quite a delight as the temps approached 100) and my spanky CU party shirt ;-) The university festivities were followed by a party back at the house with family and friends. All the partying (and the minimal sleep throughout the week) caught up with me today as I slogged through my 2.5 hour run. I had given myself permission for an easy running week this week, figuring life was going to be a tad hectic. I believe I'll be taking full advantage of that permit. Tomorrow's run is going to be a party run with the satboy gang (my regular group of Saturday long run runners) to celebrate my introduction to retired life. It'll be short on running and long on cameraderie. Can't wait!

Boot Camp graduation today...retirement eve

Today was our last day of this six-week session of Boot Camp of the Rockies. We finished up our fitness tests for comparison with the first week. I did quite a bit better with both sit ups and push ups - and was just about dead even with the running test. A tad ironic - but, then, I'm not going to boot camp for the running and I am going to Boot Camp for the core strength, upper body strength, overall balance... And that certainly does seem to be working.

Heading out to Boot Camp today from the office, I was not particularly gung ho. This day, more than any other, I felt like a 'short timer.' Everyone was all a-bustle getting things up and running for the start of the semester while I spent the bulk of the day clearing out shelves and files and pretty much not contributing to the forward march of IT at the CU-Boulder campus...for the first time in 26 years. Hmmm. Must be time to leave. Tomorrow afternoon is The Party. Then I'm done! wow.

wilting

Emotionally draining day at work.
Sweatily draining day at bootcamp (3x.6 miles with rest inbetween, run hard during, 90-ish degrees).
Grunting through many sets of crunches after the run.
Dipping and dripping through pushups after the crunches.
Ooof dah! Time for bed!
41 hours 11 minutes until retirement!

The best box ever!

My work unit took me out to celebrate my retirement today. ...a very fun gathering at a local brew pub... And, they gave me a going away present - a GPS unit! I do believe they want me to know just where I am while I'm winding my way across the plains. Very cool! But the best part of the present was the box. One of my work mates had written quotes all over the box: top, bottom, sides, on the flaps...everywhere. Fantastic quotes. A sampling:
- Never, never, never, never give up. (Sir Winston Churchill)
- It is better to wear out than to rust out. (Richard Cumberland)
- It's not the load that breaks you down, it's the way you carry it. (Lena Horne)
- Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land among the stars. (Les Brown)
- Why not go out on a limb? Isn't that where the fruit is? (Frank Scully)
- I'd rather be a "could-be," if I cannot be an "are"; because a "could-be" is a "maybe" who is reaching for a star. I'd rather be a "has-been" than a "might-have-been," by far; for a "might-have-been" has never "been," but a "has" was once an "are." (Milton Berle)

...this box is most definitely making the trip with me! Thank you D&I!

Goal-setting

Many have written that one tactic for successfully achieving a goal is to make that goal public. I discovered today that the announcement that was sent to the CU-Boulder campus about my upcoming university retirement party mentioned that my post-retirement plans include planning and training for my run from Boulder to Petoskey. Yikes! Prior to this, I had been fairly selective about whom I shared that information with. I guess now one could say that my Run to Michigan goal has been made "public." Here's to another step towards success!

Emptying out

Day 2 of packing up my office is done. And today I actually cleared stuff out. I had meant to take before and after pictures, but forgot to take the before picture until after many of the this-is-what-makes-Paula's-office-Paula's-office doodads were on their way out the door. No more framed New York City Marathon poster on the wall, the satellite photo of the Great Lakes is down, the signed poster of Alan Culpepper is rolled up, gone is the multi-year collage of Mackinac Island calendars, the far wall is bare where my college best friend's weaving hung decorated with my Boston bibs, no toys on the desk, no trophies on the bookshelf, no comics on the door. Pretty darned dull, actually. I couldn't quite empty the office of everything, tho'. I still have the most current Mackinac Island calendar up on the wall, pictures of my husband, sons, and first running dog (Loki) still warm my desk, and I've got my battery-operated bullhorn at the ready. Can't go through my last week as an IT project manager without my bullhorn!

A trip through the archives

I spent the day today (after my run) going through files in my office. It was quite entertaining to see project documents of old: training materials on cellophane overheads, hand-drawn illustrations within typed documents, keyboard maps for dumb terminals, real floppy floppies. A lot of years were packed in those filing cabinets; a lot of smiles came with the memories. And one occasion for tears.
I found the notes I had written for the little speech I gave at my father-in-law's retirement party. Woody Miller was a mighty fine man and we thoroughly enjoyed eachother - and CU. He had met his bride-to-be at CU, he graduated from CU in the 40s and returned in the 70s as the director of Academic Media after earning his PhD from Michigan State. [The picture is of me and Woody at my graduation from CU's MBA program, 1980.]
Woody and I spent many an hour cheering on the CU Buffs and talking CU politics. But what meant the most to me, was that Woody was always proud of me, encouraging, certain that I could do whatever I set out to do. It would have been so wonderful to have shared both my retirement from CU and my upcoming adventure with him. Woody, you are missed.

smile mirror

Somehow, if you're very happy inside, the world knows. I'm one week away from retirement and can feel the glow from inside out. And every person I pass - while walking, running, cycling - glances my way and breaks into a smile. It's contagious!