It's been a busy week around Casa de SP. Between trying to get the dogs up and fed before work, to recovering from a weekend on the road--it's been a might bit crazy. Oh, and I'm fairly certain that my body is rebelling and I'm getting sick. AGAIN. No worries, I have some leftover meds, so, I've been popping them like candy.
ANYWAYS.
I don't know if y'all watch Chuck, but, you should. The only issue is that it's on at the same time as House. I love it. It's one of my favorite shows. It's funny, it's sweet, it's good. And, I mean, Zachary Levi is precious!
This is a clip from Monday night's show. I cannot stop watching it. It's the highlight of my week. Well, not true, spending tomorrow judging people with my bestie is the highlight of my week, but, still, this is flippin' hilarious.
(back story: the pig is named Kevin Bacon and is the mascot for a rival electronics store)
Also, if I ever have a pet pig, I'm naming him Kevin Bacon and forcing him to wear a cape.
Happy Thursday!
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Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
What I Do Best
One of my very bestest friends is in the hospital right now, and of course she's all "don't freak out" and I'm all "Are you effing kidding me? You're in the hospital you ninny!". So of course, I did freak out and then I remembered that I'm like a thousand miles away and really can't do anything about it.
Instead, I thought I'd cheer her up by sending her some pictures of our favorite doctor. I may not be able to hold her hand or fix what's wrong, but, I can send Dr. Chase her way.
Instead, I thought I'd cheer her up by sending her some pictures of our favorite doctor. I may not be able to hold her hand or fix what's wrong, but, I can send Dr. Chase her way.
Last night, I texted her this picture, with the caption "Feel better, love".
I didn't know any Aussie things to say. Anyone? Bueller?
If she's not better by tomorrow, she should expect this one to be sent as well. I mean, goodness.
I mean, wouldn't that help you feel better? Personally, I'm fighting a cold and or allergies, and I gotta tell ya, a few episodes of House (or we could sub Bones in here, but, since we're going with the whole Australian accents cure all, we'll stick with House) will knock it right out of me. Ha!
See also: We may run off to Australia when she's all better. True story. Sorry, husbands. (kidding) (kind of) (no, really, I am kidding) (I AM!)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I Got Meds
I suppose that is a bit better than Johnny Cash's "I Got Stripes" seeing as how I'm not in prison and all....
Where was I?
Oh yeah. I finally went to the doctor yesterday--which, I tried to go 500 times last week, but, getting in was like I had to sell my left foot or something, so, no, and then yesterday they were all "Yeah, we have all sorts of options". Um?! What was happening last week that had everyone running to the doc?! I could have gotten in last week and saved myself a weekend of bed rest, but, noooo. (although, the weekend of bed rest did allow me plenty of time with Dr. Chase, so, really, I will not complain. Too much)
I digress. Diagnosed with "a severe sinus infection" and armed with enough pills to kill a horse, here's hoping I'm A OK in 7-10 days like my doctor promised.
(I got all excited because he gave me amoxacillin and I used to looooove that as a kid--it tasted good. So, I'm all excited to go pick it up and no. It's horse pill. Lame. But, I will be better in 7-10 days, right?!)
And also: go wish my dear friend, Erin some happies--she has some exciting news on her blog!
xoxo,
SP
Where was I?
Oh yeah. I finally went to the doctor yesterday--which, I tried to go 500 times last week, but, getting in was like I had to sell my left foot or something, so, no, and then yesterday they were all "Yeah, we have all sorts of options". Um?! What was happening last week that had everyone running to the doc?! I could have gotten in last week and saved myself a weekend of bed rest, but, noooo. (although, the weekend of bed rest did allow me plenty of time with Dr. Chase, so, really, I will not complain. Too much)
I digress. Diagnosed with "a severe sinus infection" and armed with enough pills to kill a horse, here's hoping I'm A OK in 7-10 days like my doctor promised.
(I got all excited because he gave me amoxacillin and I used to looooove that as a kid--it tasted good. So, I'm all excited to go pick it up and no. It's horse pill. Lame. But, I will be better in 7-10 days, right?!)
And also: go wish my dear friend, Erin some happies--she has some exciting news on her blog!
xoxo,
SP
Monday, February 7, 2011
Things That Make Me Smile
I'm in kind of a sour mood today--not bad, just, sour. I don't really know why....But, to counter that, I present to you, things on my happy list today. Three cheers for happy!
A yummy smelling candle
Jax Teller (God bless Kurt Sutter for creating this show)
(picture from here)
House (PTL it's a new episode tonight! Also? FINALLY!))
(picture from here)
Agent Booth (I swear, if he proposes to that wench, Hannah, I will have an aneurysm--mark my words)
(picture from here)
Dr. Chase. Please and thank you. (Why I didn't run off to Australia when I was 18 to find myself a man, I will never know)
(picture from here)
(so this could have basically been titled "men who have accents and or are in the FBI")
These shoes.
Well, and these ones too, because COME ON, WHY NOT:
A yummy smelling candle
Jax Teller (God bless Kurt Sutter for creating this show)
(picture from here)House (PTL it's a new episode tonight! Also? FINALLY!))
(picture from here)Agent Booth (I swear, if he proposes to that wench, Hannah, I will have an aneurysm--mark my words)
(picture from here)Dr. Chase. Please and thank you. (Why I didn't run off to Australia when I was 18 to find myself a man, I will never know)
(picture from here)(so this could have basically been titled "men who have accents and or are in the FBI")
These shoes.
Well, and these ones too, because COME ON, WHY NOT:
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Nothing to see here--except ice
So, lest you've been under a rock, you know that like 85% of the country is under a blanket or snow and or ice. My Texas included.
Of course, I fell asleep at like 6PM on Monday night, so when I saw the weather report, I was like "ehh, you never deliver" and then woke up a few times to pounding rain and got major sads because "damnit you promised me snow and that is certainly not snow!". Until around 4AM when everything froze. And then we had thundersnow--which was a totally new thing for me.
So. Pouring rain, plus freezing temps equals a whole lotta ice. Covered in snow. And more ice, just to be sure. Also? Welcome Superbowl fans! This should feel like home to you!
I attempted to go into work on Tuesday like a responsible little lady since we were open for business and all. That didn't pan out so well. We miiiiight have gotten stuck on the way in. So, I worked from home and napped with the pups. Clearly, a better use of my time.
Made it into work yesterday, although it took a good hour to drive the 11 miles and then was trapped inside the office all day as nothing near us was open. Lame.
Luckily, I was rewarded for my efforts with Season Five of House on DVD (I totally thought I grabbed season six since it's my favorite, but, since the husband refused to allow me to buy seasons one and two of Bones--on sale!-- I shall take what I can get. And no one is complaining about 17 hours of Dr. Chase--trust) and take out last night. Thus, I enjoyed my evening all snuggled up with my puppies, Dr. Chase and some brownies. Can't complain.
Although, I won't lie, I'm kinda cold.
How are y'all holding up?
Of course, I fell asleep at like 6PM on Monday night, so when I saw the weather report, I was like "ehh, you never deliver" and then woke up a few times to pounding rain and got major sads because "damnit you promised me snow and that is certainly not snow!". Until around 4AM when everything froze. And then we had thundersnow--which was a totally new thing for me.
So. Pouring rain, plus freezing temps equals a whole lotta ice. Covered in snow. And more ice, just to be sure. Also? Welcome Superbowl fans! This should feel like home to you!
I attempted to go into work on Tuesday like a responsible little lady since we were open for business and all. That didn't pan out so well. We miiiiight have gotten stuck on the way in. So, I worked from home and napped with the pups. Clearly, a better use of my time.
Made it into work yesterday, although it took a good hour to drive the 11 miles and then was trapped inside the office all day as nothing near us was open. Lame.
Luckily, I was rewarded for my efforts with Season Five of House on DVD (I totally thought I grabbed season six since it's my favorite, but, since the husband refused to allow me to buy seasons one and two of Bones--on sale!-- I shall take what I can get. And no one is complaining about 17 hours of Dr. Chase--trust) and take out last night. Thus, I enjoyed my evening all snuggled up with my puppies, Dr. Chase and some brownies. Can't complain.
Although, I won't lie, I'm kinda cold.
How are y'all holding up?
Monday, November 8, 2010
I didn't run a half marathon yesterday
Which, admittedly, is totally lame. Because I really, really, REALLY wanted to. And I looooove DRC races. DRC are my peeps, ya know (how lame did I just sound?).
Anyways.
I picked up my packet, charged my Garmin, iced the knee, went to bed early and was excited to go.
In the back of my mind, I was really nervous. Since doing whatever I did at MCM last weekend, walking has been hard. I've been stretching, icing, foam rolling, everything, but, it still hurts. I wasn't sure about running the race, as I was scared I might do major damage.
I convinced myself it would be fine, and I could do it.
I convinced myself of this by eating large amounts of pasta and french fries, followed by a PowerAde and several hours of icing my knee and watching Sons of Anarchy. Because Charlie Hunnam cures all that ails you.
Only not really.
Went to bed early, alarm set early. Ready to go.
Except not. I woke up in the middle of the night in pain and tried to get comfy. My alarm went off, I got up and stumbled out of bed. The pain was excruciating. I felt like I was going to puke from the pain.
I tried to "jog it off" by running around my house in my jammies (awesome) and then foam rolling some more. When I could hardly walk, I called it a day. I texted the husband and told him I was bowing out. I'm such a grown up.
I felt all sorts of guilty because I made a deal with Sam that I would totally own my race. And then I didn't.
And since my dogs don't understand FALL BACK we were wide awake at 6:45 AM. So, I sat on the sofa, icing my knee, eating cookies (shut up) and watching TV.
Until my BFF called and offered up a lunch date. Yes please.
So. I didn't run a half marathon. But, I spent a fantastic day with my BFF and turns out, my knee still hurts. I can't imagine what I might have done to it, had I ran yesterday.
Look at how mature I am--seriously!
This just means I'll have to suck it up and run the White Rock Half in December. Whew. I can totally do that, right?
Anyways.
I picked up my packet, charged my Garmin, iced the knee, went to bed early and was excited to go.
In the back of my mind, I was really nervous. Since doing whatever I did at MCM last weekend, walking has been hard. I've been stretching, icing, foam rolling, everything, but, it still hurts. I wasn't sure about running the race, as I was scared I might do major damage.
I convinced myself it would be fine, and I could do it.
I convinced myself of this by eating large amounts of pasta and french fries, followed by a PowerAde and several hours of icing my knee and watching Sons of Anarchy. Because Charlie Hunnam cures all that ails you.
Only not really.
Went to bed early, alarm set early. Ready to go.
Except not. I woke up in the middle of the night in pain and tried to get comfy. My alarm went off, I got up and stumbled out of bed. The pain was excruciating. I felt like I was going to puke from the pain.
I tried to "jog it off" by running around my house in my jammies (awesome) and then foam rolling some more. When I could hardly walk, I called it a day. I texted the husband and told him I was bowing out. I'm such a grown up.
I felt all sorts of guilty because I made a deal with Sam that I would totally own my race. And then I didn't.
And since my dogs don't understand FALL BACK we were wide awake at 6:45 AM. So, I sat on the sofa, icing my knee, eating cookies (shut up) and watching TV.
Until my BFF called and offered up a lunch date. Yes please.
So. I didn't run a half marathon. But, I spent a fantastic day with my BFF and turns out, my knee still hurts. I can't imagine what I might have done to it, had I ran yesterday.
Look at how mature I am--seriously!
This just means I'll have to suck it up and run the White Rock Half in December. Whew. I can totally do that, right?
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I just don't have time for the pain
+
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=My life right now.
I'd love to have something exciting and earth shattering to share with you, but, I don't. I mean, do you really care that I've given my Visa card a serious workout lately? Or that there needs to be a support group for Anthropologie addicts? Because I kinda feel like I'd be a good leader/club president for that particular club.
Although, on second thought, I'd probably lead the followers astray by informing them of the newest merchandise. Damn postman that keeps delivering my catalogs. Damn him! (and then someone Tweets a picture of this dress and then I obsess about it and am now fully 100% broke)
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
My life currently consists of emailing the non missionary sissy about Bones (and wishing I had the funds for Season 1-5 on DVD. I don't. That money went to Anthropologie last week, as you've seen. I don't want to talk about it.), and blowing through seasons 1 and 2 of Sons of Anarchy (SAMCRO). Because I will watch this season, I will! I will not do my track/speed/hill/tempo runs on Wednesday morning so I will stay up on Tuesday to watch. I will.
And praying my ankle stops hurting.
And praying my ankle stops hurting.
It's currently swollen the size of a damn football and I have no recollection of what I could have done to injure the damn thing. But, MCM is just a few weeks away, and, quite frankly, "I just don't have time for the pain".
So, I shall be icing, elevating, and Advil-ing in front of my TV until my long run this weekend.
Get excited. Obviously.
Monday, September 27, 2010
I have an awesome life. Don't be jealous.
(sense the tone)
Let me explain how my weekend went down.
Saturday:
Worked in the pouring rain for several hours. That was fun. I resembled a drowned rat—why I even bothered putting on makeup is beyond me. Seriously, looked like hell. I’m sorry to anyone who saw me on Saturday.
Went home. Ate lunch. HOT shower. Bones-a-thon. Then, more Bones. Carbloading. A few episodes of Sons of Anarchy (SAMCRO) before bed.
Sunday:
Up early to run a race. Had a super fun kick butt 13.1. Breakfast burrito. Work. Home. Shower. SAMCRO-a-thon. Bones. More SAMCRO.
I know, I live a very, very exciting life. Very glam and such.
But, on the upside, I spent the weekend with these fine boys, so, it’s a win in my book.
Special Agent Seeley Booth (“You’re all Special Agent Seeley Booth and Doctor Brennan,” “Don’t be an accused murderer, don’t go to jail, have a Christmas pageant in your own home,”. I might have watched that episode twice over the weekend. Maybe.)
And Jax Teller. Be still my heart.
(Could my TV crushes be any more opposite ends of the spectrum?)
What’d you do this weekend?
Let me explain how my weekend went down.
Saturday:
Worked in the pouring rain for several hours. That was fun. I resembled a drowned rat—why I even bothered putting on makeup is beyond me. Seriously, looked like hell. I’m sorry to anyone who saw me on Saturday.
Went home. Ate lunch. HOT shower. Bones-a-thon. Then, more Bones. Carbloading. A few episodes of Sons of Anarchy (SAMCRO) before bed.
Sunday:
Up early to run a race. Had a super fun kick butt 13.1. Breakfast burrito. Work. Home. Shower. SAMCRO-a-thon. Bones. More SAMCRO.
I know, I live a very, very exciting life. Very glam and such.
But, on the upside, I spent the weekend with these fine boys, so, it’s a win in my book.
Special Agent Seeley Booth (“You’re all Special Agent Seeley Booth and Doctor Brennan,” “Don’t be an accused murderer, don’t go to jail, have a Christmas pageant in your own home,”. I might have watched that episode twice over the weekend. Maybe.)
And Jax Teller. Be still my heart.
(Could my TV crushes be any more opposite ends of the spectrum?)
What’d you do this weekend?
Friday, September 24, 2010
Damnit
Remember how a long time ago I was all "I'm not going to get sucked back into Lost"? And then I was all "I didn't even watch the series finale"? Because I'm so above getting sucked into TV shows again or some crap like that.
I lie.
I blame Thursday night TV.
As long as I can remember, Thursday has been the night that reigned supreme in terms of must stay up to watch all my shows type thing.
There was Seinfeld.
Then Friends.
And Will & Grace.
Then The Office.
And Grey's.
Bones.
The Mentalist.
Community.
It's a very busy night for a gal without DVR (I know, the horror, right?!).
Suffice to say, well played, Community, Bones, The Office and The Mentalist, well played. I'm sucked back in. And, I'm a very sleepy gal this morning.
What are your favorite Thursday night shows?
I lie.
I blame Thursday night TV.
As long as I can remember, Thursday has been the night that reigned supreme in terms of must stay up to watch all my shows type thing.
There was Seinfeld.
Then Friends.
And Will & Grace.
Then The Office.
And Grey's.
Bones.
The Mentalist.
Community.
It's a very busy night for a gal without DVR (I know, the horror, right?!).
Suffice to say, well played, Community, Bones, The Office and The Mentalist, well played. I'm sucked back in. And, I'm a very sleepy gal this morning.
What are your favorite Thursday night shows?
Monday, September 20, 2010
Judgement Free Zone
True Story:
I was almost late to church yesterday because I got sucked into a 90210 marathon on SoapNet.
For real. (you will not judge me for this)
I was out of town and working on 9/02/10 so I was unable to enjoy the amazingness of 90210 day--I figure 9/19/10 is better than nothing, yes?
I freaking loved that show. I can't even tell you.
We lived in the sticks for years and when we finally moved into town and had cable I was so excited to watch 90210 again that I don't think I turned my TV off for three whole days. It was glorious.
And I'm not even a little bit ashamed that I drove like a crazy person to get to church. Donna Martin is totally worth it.
I'm totally naming my firstborn child Donna Martin.
(image from here)
I was almost late to church yesterday because I got sucked into a 90210 marathon on SoapNet.
For real. (you will not judge me for this)
I was out of town and working on 9/02/10 so I was unable to enjoy the amazingness of 90210 day--I figure 9/19/10 is better than nothing, yes?
I freaking loved that show. I can't even tell you.
We lived in the sticks for years and when we finally moved into town and had cable I was so excited to watch 90210 again that I don't think I turned my TV off for three whole days. It was glorious.
And I'm not even a little bit ashamed that I drove like a crazy person to get to church. Donna Martin is totally worth it.
I'm totally naming my firstborn child Donna Martin.
(image from here)
Monday, May 24, 2010
So. I didn't watch Lost.
I know, right. Who am I? And no, I don't care about spoilers, it's not going to bug me. I've been on Twitter and stuff and listened to the radio.
I just didn't have the energy to watch it (that show totally exhausts me) and I wasn't feeling all that well. So, it was early to bed. Even though I didn't fall asleep. I just laid there sick all night (grrrr!). Which meant I got 4 hours of sleep. And that's an overestimate. Considering I was literally up wide awake ever 45 minutes. My hell. I'm going to tape my eyelids open, in case you're wondering.
I ran 9 terrible miles on Saturday. I again started the day in some parallel universe where I thought 10 seemed like a good idea. I was wrong.
Asthma attack+heat exhaustion=HELL. I barely made it and spent the remainder of the day trying to recover. Not thrilled. Last year I acclimated to the heat in like 3 seconds. This year? OhmygahitllbeJulyandIstillwontbeabletorun. Jeezus. Stupid humidity.
Also, can I tell you how much I love y'all with your mutual disdain for KStew as mentioned on my last post? Y'all are awesome. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like I hate all vampires or want to smack Stephanie Meyer (because I don't! Really! I'm sure she's very nice), not at all. I'm just more of an Anne Rice, Brad Pitt before Angelia Jolie as a vampire type. For whatever reason I was in love with Interview With a Vampire when I was in college. No idea why. Also? Not a good movie to watch by yourself when you're 19. Just a thought.
I haven't watched that movie in years. Sadtimes.
Tonight? Tonight I will watch Lost. Armed with spoilers and ideas. So I won't feel so lame.
And then I'm going to sit outside by my awesome firepit and make me s'mores. Because that's what grownups do. Watch Lost and eat s'mores.
Awesome.
I just didn't have the energy to watch it (that show totally exhausts me) and I wasn't feeling all that well. So, it was early to bed. Even though I didn't fall asleep. I just laid there sick all night (grrrr!). Which meant I got 4 hours of sleep. And that's an overestimate. Considering I was literally up wide awake ever 45 minutes. My hell. I'm going to tape my eyelids open, in case you're wondering.
I ran 9 terrible miles on Saturday. I again started the day in some parallel universe where I thought 10 seemed like a good idea. I was wrong.
Asthma attack+heat exhaustion=HELL. I barely made it and spent the remainder of the day trying to recover. Not thrilled. Last year I acclimated to the heat in like 3 seconds. This year? OhmygahitllbeJulyandIstillwontbeabletorun. Jeezus. Stupid humidity.
Also, can I tell you how much I love y'all with your mutual disdain for KStew as mentioned on my last post? Y'all are awesome. Now, don't get me wrong, it's not like I hate all vampires or want to smack Stephanie Meyer (because I don't! Really! I'm sure she's very nice), not at all. I'm just more of an Anne Rice, Brad Pitt before Angelia Jolie as a vampire type. For whatever reason I was in love with Interview With a Vampire when I was in college. No idea why. Also? Not a good movie to watch by yourself when you're 19. Just a thought.
I haven't watched that movie in years. Sadtimes.
Tonight? Tonight I will watch Lost. Armed with spoilers and ideas. So I won't feel so lame.
And then I'm going to sit outside by my awesome firepit and make me s'mores. Because that's what grownups do. Watch Lost and eat s'mores.
Awesome.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Random stuff (and a rant on Twilight)
I'm totally sucked of creative juices today (and, well, everyday lately, to tell you the truth) so, y'all are just going to get a mish mash of stuff and like it (I might have said that last night while serving dinner. What? Beans, zucchini and tomato sauce doesn't sound appealing? That's all we had. Deal....It actually was quite tasty, thanks to my heavy hand with garlic, pepper and cheese....cheese makes it all better).
1. I have a new obsession with the name Ellie Kate because it would be the perfect name for my future daughter to honor my two grandmothers. Of course, I already know an Ellie Kate, my dog's name is Ella, and my name sounds an awful lot like 'Ellie'. Oh, and, I'm like 50 billion lightyears away from being pregnant. But, whatevs. Is it just a generally female thing to be obsessed with the names of our future offspring?
2. I want to own really fancy pieces of jewelry from David Yurman and such, but then I can't bring myself to spend the money. And then I realize at the end of the day I really like unique and vintage type jewelry. Because at the end of the day, I'm kind of a little hippy.
3. In elementary school, I went to a total hippy school. We couldn't have food with sugar in our packed lunches, no soda (except Hansen's!) and we had our own garden and compost pile. I have vivid memories of not wearing shoes in the spring months and we often swam in a creek during "recess". I am not joking. It was freaking awesome. (you should know that my parents? Not flower children at all. Which is why this is so hilarious) (my dad would smuggle me Red Vines and contraband on occasion. Also? The kids loved when he would drive on field trips. That's right, no school buses either)
4. My grandmother's engagement/wedding ring was a moonstone ring. Because of that, it has become kind of like our family stone (moonstone and larimar. Can you tell we're beach people?). I seriously want a moonstone ring. But, whenever I Google or even look on Etsy for 'moonstone ring' I get 50 million results for "Bella's Moonstone Ring" "Twilight Inspired Jewelry" "Twilight Ring". And then I want to smack some people because I'll look like some teeny bopper TwiHard with my stupid moonstone ring. My grandmother had it first!! I.hate.Twighlight.
5. I bought hot pink nail polish today (since I'm too cheap and lazy to pay for a manicure). I'll be rockin' some summertime hued nails tomorrow. Sweet. (if only I could paint my little toesies!)
6. I spent a good 45 minutes (unsuccessfully) looking for some pictures last night, and as I stomped all over our house, Ella Mae was dutifully following me around. I imagine it was something like this "What is you looking for mom? Iz help you find it. Here. Let me sniff.". She is a hound dog after all. It was the cutest thing. Butch just stared at us angrily. He's a grumpy old man. If my life was The Fox and The Hound, Ella would obviously be Copper and Butch would be Chief.
7. Fully aware that my pets are not actually real human children. Doesn't mean I don't treat them like they are.
8. I'm so freaking excited about my new firepit. I've wanted one since we moved into our house two years ago. We also finally have up some fun twinkle-y lights on our patio. I fully intend to park myself on the patio with a bag of marshmallows this weekend. S'mores! (ha, it's like camping, Jenny!)
9. When I was 18, I was super duper rebellious. Not in the "I stayed out past curfew and got pulled over" type thing. Nope, I was always home when I said I'd be (or over at Cara or Allison's house), always at work or school on time. I was a very well behaved rebel. If that makes sense. To that end, the day I turned 18 I got a tattoo. Because what says 'adult' better than permanent ink? To compound that, 6 months later, I got another (and it's a whole mess bigger than I wanted it to be!). My dad finding out was not fun. Years later, yeah, I have regrets, but I don't want to go through the money or time to have them removed. After all, if two tattoos that are covered 99.9999999999% of the time is the worst I did as a teenager, I'd say it's all OK.
10. I'm totally making pina colada pancakes this weekend. I've made peace with the fact that I will never again be skinny (that's a total lie, I haven't made peace at all. I just really like pina colada pancakes) (am considering burning off all my taste buds so I don't taste anything and thus won't want to eat. Am doing this after the pancakes. Also? I think this would be a genius way to lose weight. Why has no one thought of this? I don't want to eat if I can't taste!).
11. I wish I was a superhero because then I could fly and or telaport. I'd totally teleport to a beach right now. I thought it was Friday. It is not. I am not thrilled.
12. At least Bones, Community and The Office are on tonight. The only way Thursday is liveable. (until June 3rd of course--Burn Notice!!!)
13. I'm so over working. Why I am not a lady of leisure I will never know. I love my job and all (no, really, I do!), but, man, do you realize how clean my house would be if I could at least work from home? I might actually have time for a real manicure! Or a haircut from somewhere other than SuperCuts. Oh the joy.....
14. My soul sister is heading to Lake Tahoe next week for our family's annual trip. I'm not going (I'm also technically not part of their family for real, but, they've accepted me as their own. Which is good. Since Paula Deen hasn't adopted me yet and Meryl Streep isn't returning my calls). I looooove Lake Tahoe. Mainly? I love staying up way too late watching movies with the girls. Although this year I'm pretty sure my nieces would be staying up late with us since they're freaking high schoolers now--and I just can't accept that. (they're 7 and 9. I don't care what they say)
15. I need a tan. I usually get tan by running. Since we're training at night, my 2-3 hours of sun every Saturday is gone. I despise laying out (too hot). I'm slightly bummed about this. I am not bummed about sleeping in on Saturdays. (is it really sleeping in if you don't get to bed until 5AM? Because I see a lot of that in my future).
That's all I've got for today, folks! If you stuck around, you deserve a prize. Sadly, I don't have any. But, this is my sprinkling good juju and fairy sparkles your way ::happy thoughts::
Happy Thursday y'all! Let's make it to the weekend!
1. I have a new obsession with the name Ellie Kate because it would be the perfect name for my future daughter to honor my two grandmothers. Of course, I already know an Ellie Kate, my dog's name is Ella, and my name sounds an awful lot like 'Ellie'. Oh, and, I'm like 50 billion lightyears away from being pregnant. But, whatevs. Is it just a generally female thing to be obsessed with the names of our future offspring?
2. I want to own really fancy pieces of jewelry from David Yurman and such, but then I can't bring myself to spend the money. And then I realize at the end of the day I really like unique and vintage type jewelry. Because at the end of the day, I'm kind of a little hippy.
3. In elementary school, I went to a total hippy school. We couldn't have food with sugar in our packed lunches, no soda (except Hansen's!) and we had our own garden and compost pile. I have vivid memories of not wearing shoes in the spring months and we often swam in a creek during "recess". I am not joking. It was freaking awesome. (you should know that my parents? Not flower children at all. Which is why this is so hilarious) (my dad would smuggle me Red Vines and contraband on occasion. Also? The kids loved when he would drive on field trips. That's right, no school buses either)
4. My grandmother's engagement/wedding ring was a moonstone ring. Because of that, it has become kind of like our family stone (moonstone and larimar. Can you tell we're beach people?). I seriously want a moonstone ring. But, whenever I Google or even look on Etsy for 'moonstone ring' I get 50 million results for "Bella's Moonstone Ring" "Twilight Inspired Jewelry" "Twilight Ring". And then I want to smack some people because I'll look like some teeny bopper TwiHard with my stupid moonstone ring. My grandmother had it first!! I.hate.Twighlight.
5. I bought hot pink nail polish today (since I'm too cheap and lazy to pay for a manicure). I'll be rockin' some summertime hued nails tomorrow. Sweet. (if only I could paint my little toesies!)
6. I spent a good 45 minutes (unsuccessfully) looking for some pictures last night, and as I stomped all over our house, Ella Mae was dutifully following me around. I imagine it was something like this "What is you looking for mom? Iz help you find it. Here. Let me sniff.". She is a hound dog after all. It was the cutest thing. Butch just stared at us angrily. He's a grumpy old man. If my life was The Fox and The Hound, Ella would obviously be Copper and Butch would be Chief.
7. Fully aware that my pets are not actually real human children. Doesn't mean I don't treat them like they are.
8. I'm so freaking excited about my new firepit. I've wanted one since we moved into our house two years ago. We also finally have up some fun twinkle-y lights on our patio. I fully intend to park myself on the patio with a bag of marshmallows this weekend. S'mores! (ha, it's like camping, Jenny!)
9. When I was 18, I was super duper rebellious. Not in the "I stayed out past curfew and got pulled over" type thing. Nope, I was always home when I said I'd be (or over at Cara or Allison's house), always at work or school on time. I was a very well behaved rebel. If that makes sense. To that end, the day I turned 18 I got a tattoo. Because what says 'adult' better than permanent ink? To compound that, 6 months later, I got another (and it's a whole mess bigger than I wanted it to be!). My dad finding out was not fun. Years later, yeah, I have regrets, but I don't want to go through the money or time to have them removed. After all, if two tattoos that are covered 99.9999999999% of the time is the worst I did as a teenager, I'd say it's all OK.
10. I'm totally making pina colada pancakes this weekend. I've made peace with the fact that I will never again be skinny (that's a total lie, I haven't made peace at all. I just really like pina colada pancakes) (am considering burning off all my taste buds so I don't taste anything and thus won't want to eat. Am doing this after the pancakes. Also? I think this would be a genius way to lose weight. Why has no one thought of this? I don't want to eat if I can't taste!).
11. I wish I was a superhero because then I could fly and or telaport. I'd totally teleport to a beach right now. I thought it was Friday. It is not. I am not thrilled.
12. At least Bones, Community and The Office are on tonight. The only way Thursday is liveable. (until June 3rd of course--Burn Notice!!!)
13. I'm so over working. Why I am not a lady of leisure I will never know. I love my job and all (no, really, I do!), but, man, do you realize how clean my house would be if I could at least work from home? I might actually have time for a real manicure! Or a haircut from somewhere other than SuperCuts. Oh the joy.....
14. My soul sister is heading to Lake Tahoe next week for our family's annual trip. I'm not going (I'm also technically not part of their family for real, but, they've accepted me as their own. Which is good. Since Paula Deen hasn't adopted me yet and Meryl Streep isn't returning my calls). I looooove Lake Tahoe. Mainly? I love staying up way too late watching movies with the girls. Although this year I'm pretty sure my nieces would be staying up late with us since they're freaking high schoolers now--and I just can't accept that. (they're 7 and 9. I don't care what they say)
15. I need a tan. I usually get tan by running. Since we're training at night, my 2-3 hours of sun every Saturday is gone. I despise laying out (too hot). I'm slightly bummed about this. I am not bummed about sleeping in on Saturdays. (is it really sleeping in if you don't get to bed until 5AM? Because I see a lot of that in my future).
That's all I've got for today, folks! If you stuck around, you deserve a prize. Sadly, I don't have any. But, this is my sprinkling good juju and fairy sparkles your way ::happy thoughts::
Happy Thursday y'all! Let's make it to the weekend!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
An Open Letter to the Creators of LOST
Y'all suck.
There. I'm just going to say it.
You sucked me in and now that I've put serious years of my life into your damn show (also, this show of yours? Probably the reason for the wrinkles and lack of sleep--it stresses me out), I can't look away.
I'm in denial of the fact that there are only ya know, two episodes left. At least you're giving me a 2.5 hours series finale. But, honestly, honestly? You can't answer all my questions in the measly 3.5 hours you have left. And believe me, I still have a lot of questions.
I'm sure that's the point and all--to just leave us hanging. Not cool. Not cool, JJ Abrams, not cool.
But, who am I kidding? I'll be all sorts of glued to my TV ready and waiting and shushing the dogs and turning off my phone during the few hours I have left on the island. Because I cannot.miss.one.single.second.
Seriously. Y'all? At the end of the day, no matter how much this damn show frustrates and annoys me--y'all are geniuses. Cause really? Who would have ever though about that concept? And you've managed to keep me sucked in for all these years. A feat your ABC siblings Grey's and Desperate Housewives couldn't pull off.
Congratulations, Lost. You win.
There. I'm just going to say it.
You sucked me in and now that I've put serious years of my life into your damn show (also, this show of yours? Probably the reason for the wrinkles and lack of sleep--it stresses me out), I can't look away.
I'm in denial of the fact that there are only ya know, two episodes left. At least you're giving me a 2.5 hours series finale. But, honestly, honestly? You can't answer all my questions in the measly 3.5 hours you have left. And believe me, I still have a lot of questions.
I'm sure that's the point and all--to just leave us hanging. Not cool. Not cool, JJ Abrams, not cool.
But, who am I kidding? I'll be all sorts of glued to my TV ready and waiting and shushing the dogs and turning off my phone during the few hours I have left on the island. Because I cannot.miss.one.single.second.
Seriously. Y'all? At the end of the day, no matter how much this damn show frustrates and annoys me--y'all are geniuses. Cause really? Who would have ever though about that concept? And you've managed to keep me sucked in for all these years. A feat your ABC siblings Grey's and Desperate Housewives couldn't pull off.
Congratulations, Lost. You win.
Monday, March 1, 2010
I'm awesome: I rocked The Cowtown
(be prepared, this is long) (and, no photos because my computer wouldn't connect to the internet all weekend)
Y'all. Y'all. Y'all! I don't even know where to begin. This weekend was a whole big bag of emotions.
Friday night was graduation and getting to spend the evening with my husband and my bestie made it that much more special.
We rushed home and I climbed right into bed.
Saturday morning was cold and Weather.com told me the high for the day was 45 but the people on Ch. 5 told me 65. Who to believe?! And it was very chilly at mi casa and cloudy. I grabbed my tech tee, capris and jacket and got ready.
We got to the race site and it was frrreeeezing. I had on my jacket plus my husband's sweatshirt and was still cold. It was cold. (even my husband was cold)
This race was laid out beautifully--the start areas and the expo/post race areas were great. It was very well planned. Even 20 minutes before the start I didn't have to wait to use the bathroom! Except for the whole pace leaders being all over the place in the start corrals, but, whatever.
I decided to run with my jacket and just tie it around my waist if I needed to. Which is totally lame, but, I didn't want to toss it (it's my favorite) and I was shivering at the start line. And I loathe being cold and couldn't imagine being cold for 26.2 miles. I knew that would put me in a foul mood and I wasn't ready to ruin my race because I was cold.
Of course I took that bad boy off at mile 3. LAME.
This course literally kicked my ass.
It was a big ol' loop so my husband wasn't able to meet me anywhere on course (this was the great thing about Tulsa--the loop was really tight and mile 6 for the runners was actually only 1/4 mile from the start, so, it was really easy for spectators to migrate around the course) which that kind of sucked, but, I knew it going in, so, that was OK. (but it still always helps to have your own personal cheering section)
0-3: I started off running with a group of 3 ladies who were shooting for the same time goal as I was and since we couldn't find that pacer (he was waaaay ahead of us) I figured I'd just hang with them for a while. We caught him around mile 3 and the three ladies I had been running with took off and I decided to just hang back with the pacer. According to my watch, I was on pace and while it felt "easy-ish" I knew this course had the ability to kick my ass and I didn't want a repeat of Tulsa where I went out too fast and burned out at mile 17.
3-8: I hung with the pacer and we chatted about the course, getting into running, etc. He had just finished up a 50 mile trail run, and we talked about people who do 100 mile trail runs and how intense that is. He's also run Pike's Peak and while I could have said I have no desire to do that, after running with him and another ultra trail runner for 5 miles and their encouragement, I do have a little bit of me that would someday like to do the ascent portion of it. But not this year! (sidenote: I'm learning that while I'd love to qualify for Boston at some point, a bigger part of me enjoys the challenging races and courses as opposed to being really fast if that makes sense. Although yes, I want to run super fast in OKC)
8-13: We got a few more runners in our group and just kept plodding along. The course was kind of strange because not all the roads were totally shut down, they were just shut down on one lane, and because I have this bad habit of running in the middle of the road (ITB issues) this meant I ended up like thisclose to cars a couple of times. My fault, I totally get it. Also, breathing in exhaust is weak.
13-15: My pacer stopped to tie his shoes at the water stop at 13 and I kept going but wasn't going all out because I knew there were hills ahead and I wanted to try and let him catch up with me. He had meds. I didn't not want to be far from the man with Advil. There were a few hills along this portion and this was also a portion that looped around when you're on like mile 20 so of course, there was some passing of the speedy finishers.... Bleh. After the hills it was a generally flat neighborhood area so I just tried to stay at a steady pace and enjoy my surroundings. So pretty!
16-18: At the mile 16 water stop I looked behind me and saw the pacer--he was hurting. (it was also super warm by this point). He told me there was no way he was going to make our goal time and I told him we could and that he needed to keep going. We were both a salty mess at this point. Not many of the water stops had Powerade, and they were kind stingy with the water, couple that with sun that no one expected and it was salty time! I had given him my Oreo stash at mile 12 because he was hungry and I was so sad to see him fading. I knew that in Tulsa I hit the wall at 17, so, mile 17 for me was going to be all mental. I had faith that he'd catch up with me, but, I wasn't sure. I decided I needed some pain meds if I was going to keep running on pace and feeling good, so I decided I'd stop at the next medic tent, but, if there wasn't a medic tent before mile 20, I'd wait for the pacer. Lo and behold, a medic tent at mile 17. I got 2 Advil and went on my way. Mile 17-18 was in a park and it was so pretty. Loved that mile!
18-20: Mile 18 started off with a hill climb which I knew was coming but it was pretty steep and it was hard. I texted the husband to let him know where I was kept looking for the pb sandwiches I was told existed at mile 17 (they didn't really exist, it was like a mirage of running). These miles where through neighborhoods and along the college campus and were pretty OK. Rolling hills but not bad. I passed one of the ladies I'd started out with at mile 20 and it was her first marathon and she was run walking at this point but doing great. I got a few pieces of a banana at mile 20 and then we looped back along the course where we had passed the speedy finishers earlier. That was really exciting because I knew it was the home stretch.
20-22: I tried to keep powering through and thought I could still reach my goal time at this point. I only had a 10k left and I run 8 milers in my sleep, so this was eassssy. Bwhahahah, how the Universe knows. I don't remember much of these miles other than the hilly ass kicking I got.
23-25: Mile 23 for the most part was straight along the river and I kept looking for a water stop but there wasn't one. It climbed up a hill towards the end of the mile and along that descent was where I lost it. We rounded a corner (and a downhill) along mile 24 and I just totally lost it. I could not stop crying. I didn't have it in me. I could not do this. It was all hills to the finish and I was hot, tired, thirsty and done. I ran as hard as I could powered up the hills, constantly consulting my watch thinking "I just might be able to do it if I don't wuss out" (I wussed out).
25-26.2: I got water at mile 25 and because the race finishes through downtown it's all sorts of twisty and turny and although I knew I was close, I couldn't really "feel it" if that makes any sense at all. Longest.1.25(37) mile(s) of my life. F. F. F. F! I hated this mile. Another small hill! Yay! Luckily it got real straight, real fast right before you hit 26 but the killer is, is that it's a straight finish, so, you can see the arch and everything in the distances but it's so damn far away. I found a kick at mile 26 and was full on bawling my eyes out. I was grunting and crying and so upset because I had taken too many walk breaks there at the end (seriously, 3 miles at the end are hilly--not cool) and I wasn't going to make my goal time and I was defeated. The good thing about that last .25 mile of death? Totally lined with spectators. So, although I'm crying my eyes out and forcing my legs to turn over they were still cheering for me. I crossed the finish line (and didn't even bother smiling for the finish line photo!) and pretty much collapsed.
Got my medal (which, like That Pink Girl said, were actually pretty cool), some water and found the husband. I was still crying at this point and I showed him my finishing time and we went to go get my finishers shirt and go home.
I only missed my goal time by 61 seconds (I came in exactly 1 minute over my goal time), but, still managed to shave 13 minutes off my Tulsa time. So, yes, I'm disappointed in that, so, still came so close and with as hard as those last few miles were (at least for me) I know that I left it all out there and that's what matters. Although I was really upset about it, my husband was so proud of my huge PR that it was hard to sulk.
I don't think I underestimated the course, but, I kind of overestimated the race itself. I tend to think of it as one of the flagship Texas races and it's a big race so, I assumed there were be a lot of support along the course and that wasn't the case except in small pockets. At White Rock, and even Tulsa, all the neighborhoods are outside cheering you on and having a party for you--that wasn't' the case here and was kind of disappointing. I'm still glad I did it.
This was definitely a great race. Even though I kind of fell apart around 23, I didn't really hit the wall like I did in Tulsa and felt great really the entire time (thanks I'm sure to the Advil). I don't want to sound arrogant, but, I really am proud of myself for this race. I kept my confidence up and ran hard to the finish. To that end, over the final 7.6 miles, I passed 126 runners and only 1 passed me. That's pretty badass if I do say so myself.
Pictures to come, I promise!
I'm sunburned with a sweet farmers tan (what I get for wearing a shirt with SPF in it) but am considering that my post marathon glow.
I'm still nervous about Catalina, but, am approaching it with a new perspective: experience. Yes, it's an intense course, it's going to kick my ass on more levels than I care to think about, but, hello, it's a marathon on Catalina Island. How cool is that?? There's an 8 hour cut off and if I can hit 13.1 in 4 hours, I'll be happy.
Ahhhh..... And I'm done.
Maniac Status: 1 down, 2 to go!
Y'all. Y'all. Y'all! I don't even know where to begin. This weekend was a whole big bag of emotions.
Friday night was graduation and getting to spend the evening with my husband and my bestie made it that much more special.
We rushed home and I climbed right into bed.
Saturday morning was cold and Weather.com told me the high for the day was 45 but the people on Ch. 5 told me 65. Who to believe?! And it was very chilly at mi casa and cloudy. I grabbed my tech tee, capris and jacket and got ready.
We got to the race site and it was frrreeeezing. I had on my jacket plus my husband's sweatshirt and was still cold. It was cold. (even my husband was cold)
This race was laid out beautifully--the start areas and the expo/post race areas were great. It was very well planned. Even 20 minutes before the start I didn't have to wait to use the bathroom! Except for the whole pace leaders being all over the place in the start corrals, but, whatever.
I decided to run with my jacket and just tie it around my waist if I needed to. Which is totally lame, but, I didn't want to toss it (it's my favorite) and I was shivering at the start line. And I loathe being cold and couldn't imagine being cold for 26.2 miles. I knew that would put me in a foul mood and I wasn't ready to ruin my race because I was cold.
Of course I took that bad boy off at mile 3. LAME.
This course literally kicked my ass.
It was a big ol' loop so my husband wasn't able to meet me anywhere on course (this was the great thing about Tulsa--the loop was really tight and mile 6 for the runners was actually only 1/4 mile from the start, so, it was really easy for spectators to migrate around the course) which that kind of sucked, but, I knew it going in, so, that was OK. (but it still always helps to have your own personal cheering section)
0-3: I started off running with a group of 3 ladies who were shooting for the same time goal as I was and since we couldn't find that pacer (he was waaaay ahead of us) I figured I'd just hang with them for a while. We caught him around mile 3 and the three ladies I had been running with took off and I decided to just hang back with the pacer. According to my watch, I was on pace and while it felt "easy-ish" I knew this course had the ability to kick my ass and I didn't want a repeat of Tulsa where I went out too fast and burned out at mile 17.
3-8: I hung with the pacer and we chatted about the course, getting into running, etc. He had just finished up a 50 mile trail run, and we talked about people who do 100 mile trail runs and how intense that is. He's also run Pike's Peak and while I could have said I have no desire to do that, after running with him and another ultra trail runner for 5 miles and their encouragement, I do have a little bit of me that would someday like to do the ascent portion of it. But not this year! (sidenote: I'm learning that while I'd love to qualify for Boston at some point, a bigger part of me enjoys the challenging races and courses as opposed to being really fast if that makes sense. Although yes, I want to run super fast in OKC)
8-13: We got a few more runners in our group and just kept plodding along. The course was kind of strange because not all the roads were totally shut down, they were just shut down on one lane, and because I have this bad habit of running in the middle of the road (ITB issues) this meant I ended up like thisclose to cars a couple of times. My fault, I totally get it. Also, breathing in exhaust is weak.
13-15: My pacer stopped to tie his shoes at the water stop at 13 and I kept going but wasn't going all out because I knew there were hills ahead and I wanted to try and let him catch up with me. He had meds. I didn't not want to be far from the man with Advil. There were a few hills along this portion and this was also a portion that looped around when you're on like mile 20 so of course, there was some passing of the speedy finishers.... Bleh. After the hills it was a generally flat neighborhood area so I just tried to stay at a steady pace and enjoy my surroundings. So pretty!
16-18: At the mile 16 water stop I looked behind me and saw the pacer--he was hurting. (it was also super warm by this point). He told me there was no way he was going to make our goal time and I told him we could and that he needed to keep going. We were both a salty mess at this point. Not many of the water stops had Powerade, and they were kind stingy with the water, couple that with sun that no one expected and it was salty time! I had given him my Oreo stash at mile 12 because he was hungry and I was so sad to see him fading. I knew that in Tulsa I hit the wall at 17, so, mile 17 for me was going to be all mental. I had faith that he'd catch up with me, but, I wasn't sure. I decided I needed some pain meds if I was going to keep running on pace and feeling good, so I decided I'd stop at the next medic tent, but, if there wasn't a medic tent before mile 20, I'd wait for the pacer. Lo and behold, a medic tent at mile 17. I got 2 Advil and went on my way. Mile 17-18 was in a park and it was so pretty. Loved that mile!
18-20: Mile 18 started off with a hill climb which I knew was coming but it was pretty steep and it was hard. I texted the husband to let him know where I was kept looking for the pb sandwiches I was told existed at mile 17 (they didn't really exist, it was like a mirage of running). These miles where through neighborhoods and along the college campus and were pretty OK. Rolling hills but not bad. I passed one of the ladies I'd started out with at mile 20 and it was her first marathon and she was run walking at this point but doing great. I got a few pieces of a banana at mile 20 and then we looped back along the course where we had passed the speedy finishers earlier. That was really exciting because I knew it was the home stretch.
20-22: I tried to keep powering through and thought I could still reach my goal time at this point. I only had a 10k left and I run 8 milers in my sleep, so this was eassssy. Bwhahahah, how the Universe knows. I don't remember much of these miles other than the hilly ass kicking I got.
23-25: Mile 23 for the most part was straight along the river and I kept looking for a water stop but there wasn't one. It climbed up a hill towards the end of the mile and along that descent was where I lost it. We rounded a corner (and a downhill) along mile 24 and I just totally lost it. I could not stop crying. I didn't have it in me. I could not do this. It was all hills to the finish and I was hot, tired, thirsty and done. I ran as hard as I could powered up the hills, constantly consulting my watch thinking "I just might be able to do it if I don't wuss out" (I wussed out).
25-26.2: I got water at mile 25 and because the race finishes through downtown it's all sorts of twisty and turny and although I knew I was close, I couldn't really "feel it" if that makes any sense at all. Longest.1.25(37) mile(s) of my life. F. F. F. F! I hated this mile. Another small hill! Yay! Luckily it got real straight, real fast right before you hit 26 but the killer is, is that it's a straight finish, so, you can see the arch and everything in the distances but it's so damn far away. I found a kick at mile 26 and was full on bawling my eyes out. I was grunting and crying and so upset because I had taken too many walk breaks there at the end (seriously, 3 miles at the end are hilly--not cool) and I wasn't going to make my goal time and I was defeated. The good thing about that last .25 mile of death? Totally lined with spectators. So, although I'm crying my eyes out and forcing my legs to turn over they were still cheering for me. I crossed the finish line (and didn't even bother smiling for the finish line photo!) and pretty much collapsed.
Got my medal (which, like That Pink Girl said, were actually pretty cool), some water and found the husband. I was still crying at this point and I showed him my finishing time and we went to go get my finishers shirt and go home.
I only missed my goal time by 61 seconds (I came in exactly 1 minute over my goal time), but, still managed to shave 13 minutes off my Tulsa time. So, yes, I'm disappointed in that, so, still came so close and with as hard as those last few miles were (at least for me) I know that I left it all out there and that's what matters. Although I was really upset about it, my husband was so proud of my huge PR that it was hard to sulk.
I don't think I underestimated the course, but, I kind of overestimated the race itself. I tend to think of it as one of the flagship Texas races and it's a big race so, I assumed there were be a lot of support along the course and that wasn't the case except in small pockets. At White Rock, and even Tulsa, all the neighborhoods are outside cheering you on and having a party for you--that wasn't' the case here and was kind of disappointing. I'm still glad I did it.
This was definitely a great race. Even though I kind of fell apart around 23, I didn't really hit the wall like I did in Tulsa and felt great really the entire time (thanks I'm sure to the Advil). I don't want to sound arrogant, but, I really am proud of myself for this race. I kept my confidence up and ran hard to the finish. To that end, over the final 7.6 miles, I passed 126 runners and only 1 passed me. That's pretty badass if I do say so myself.
Pictures to come, I promise!
I'm sunburned with a sweet farmers tan (what I get for wearing a shirt with SPF in it) but am considering that my post marathon glow.
I'm still nervous about Catalina, but, am approaching it with a new perspective: experience. Yes, it's an intense course, it's going to kick my ass on more levels than I care to think about, but, hello, it's a marathon on Catalina Island. How cool is that?? There's an 8 hour cut off and if I can hit 13.1 in 4 hours, I'll be happy.
Ahhhh..... And I'm done.
Maniac Status: 1 down, 2 to go!
Friday, February 19, 2010
Congratulations, Universe, you win (again) (as always)
So, in 8 days I'll be running a marathon (because I'm crazy) (and like torture) (and am really just a show off).
Since the start of 2010, I have been 150% more dedicated to my training than I was in 2009. Which is awesome pants, if you ask me (and, by reading my blog, you did in fact, ask me). Of course, 26.2 miles is a long freaking way and anything can go wrong anywhere along there. Trust me, I know.
So, I've been trying to get good solid runs in and good strength training, etc. I'm feeling strong, confident (but not overly so--I'm still scared to death!) and good. Which had made me just that much more exicted about running in general. Which is the point, right? Right.
Until Wednesday night.
When I got hit with mystery illness 2010. (it's actually the same thing that haunted me in 2009, but, it's now 2010, so....)
And a cold.
I spent the entire day in bed yesterday (and there was nothing good on TV. I can only watch curling for so long--why I have missed the ski jumping events is a mystery) except for the 20 minutes that I thought it would be a good idea to go for a run in my new Brooks tech tee. Because obviously, I need to try it out. (obviously)
Lesson? Do not attempt running whilst hopped up on DayQuil, pain meds and the like. It's not a fun experience. Even if your pace was super speedy, you'll be too sick and generally out of it to enjoy the euphoria.
(but the tech tee totally rocked)
So, I didn't get my miles for the week and I'm still sick.
Oh well.... Excuse to eat too much and gain even more weight? Yes.
(I swear I'm thisclose to swallowing a tapeworm a la Kelly on The Office) (not really cause that's ick) (maybe I do the Emily Blunt from The Devil Wears Prada: "Well, I don't eat anything and then when I feel like I'm going to pass out, I eat a cube of cheese") (I'm lactose intolerant) (sure)
Since the start of 2010, I have been 150% more dedicated to my training than I was in 2009. Which is awesome pants, if you ask me (and, by reading my blog, you did in fact, ask me). Of course, 26.2 miles is a long freaking way and anything can go wrong anywhere along there. Trust me, I know.
So, I've been trying to get good solid runs in and good strength training, etc. I'm feeling strong, confident (but not overly so--I'm still scared to death!) and good. Which had made me just that much more exicted about running in general. Which is the point, right? Right.
Until Wednesday night.
When I got hit with mystery illness 2010. (it's actually the same thing that haunted me in 2009, but, it's now 2010, so....)
And a cold.
I spent the entire day in bed yesterday (and there was nothing good on TV. I can only watch curling for so long--why I have missed the ski jumping events is a mystery) except for the 20 minutes that I thought it would be a good idea to go for a run in my new Brooks tech tee. Because obviously, I need to try it out. (obviously)
Lesson? Do not attempt running whilst hopped up on DayQuil, pain meds and the like. It's not a fun experience. Even if your pace was super speedy, you'll be too sick and generally out of it to enjoy the euphoria.
(but the tech tee totally rocked)
So, I didn't get my miles for the week and I'm still sick.
Oh well.... Excuse to eat too much and gain even more weight? Yes.
(I swear I'm thisclose to swallowing a tapeworm a la Kelly on The Office) (not really cause that's ick) (maybe I do the Emily Blunt from The Devil Wears Prada: "Well, I don't eat anything and then when I feel like I'm going to pass out, I eat a cube of cheese") (I'm lactose intolerant) (sure)
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
The goings on....
Things have been pretty lame around here lately and for that I apologize. Bad news? Don't expect it to get any more exciting in the near future. Yes, my life is just that awesome right now (read: actaully super boring). I'm hoping upon hope for an update on a possible new fabulous opportunity, but, am less optimistic than I was a week ago (::breaks down in tears like a little child and screams 'why!'::). So, that's obnoxious and sucky and stupid. Stupid.
But! I'm less than 2 weeks out from The Cowtown and although my right hip is a touch sore, it's nothing that ice, stretching and foam rolling can't cure. I feel great running wise, I feel strong and am excited. I really want to PR, which honestly, after the mental breakdown at mile 17 of Tulsa, I'm hoping I should be able to do that for crying out loud, but, hey, you never know. I've put in some challenging training runs this time--yes, I wasn't training for 24 weeks like I did for Tulsa (err, 6 weeks?) but, I'm kicking some serious booty and although the snow sloooowed me waaaay down last week, it was still a might bit faster than my last 20 miler for Tulsa, so, yay!
Also, Catalina! We're like thisclose to having our flights, hotels and boats all figured out. Who knew it would be difficult? Looks like we'll be hanging out on the island all day Friday which will be a great stress reliever and we'll head back to the "mainland" on Sunday morning since the last boat is at like 5 on Saturday and I fully expect to take 8 hours to finish the marathon and I don't need to rush to get on a boat less than 1 hour after the finish! But, I'm really excited. My first race of the year for Operation Jack! Yippee!
My sweet husband got me a lovely necklace for Valentine's Day--it's a silver butterfly and I love it. Hummingbirds have always kind of been "our thing" (we got married at The Hummingbird House), but, I love the butterfly. It's dainty and perfect. Turtles are my running guys, but, maybe I can include butterflies too?
I'm in the home stretch of class and only one more session before graduation. I can't wait. Nothing like an extra piece of paper to hang on my wall to remind people of how smart I am. Obviously.
What will I do with all that extra time? (probably watch TV)
Also, I'm addicted to the Olympics. I am such a cheeseball. I don't even care who wins most of the time, I just get so excited cheering on all those athletes. I keep telling my husband he needs to look into curling or something--I'm sure they make some $$, yes? But really, cannot turn off the Olympics.
I went to the opening ceremonies in SLC and let me tell you--there is nothing like watching your country enter the stadium in your colors, with your flag--whew--I balled my eyes out. But! In my defense, there wasn't a dry eye in the place--this was our Olympics. Also, coldest day of my life--we ordered hot chocolate and chili and by the time we sat down (3 minutes +/-) it was ice cold (I should note that it was steaming and boiling when we picked it up!). Stupid Vancouver being indoors--that is not hardcore guys.
I kind of wish I was there.
I'm a nerd.
Any other Olympic nerds out there? What did you do for Valentine's Day?
PS. Have you donated lately? Please help me raise funds for Train 4 Austism as I join Operation Jack in my marathon efforts this year. Want to help me run Catalina with pride? Donate today. Every little bit helps. Click here to donate today. Thank you.
But! I'm less than 2 weeks out from The Cowtown and although my right hip is a touch sore, it's nothing that ice, stretching and foam rolling can't cure. I feel great running wise, I feel strong and am excited. I really want to PR, which honestly, after the mental breakdown at mile 17 of Tulsa, I'm hoping I should be able to do that for crying out loud, but, hey, you never know. I've put in some challenging training runs this time--yes, I wasn't training for 24 weeks like I did for Tulsa (err, 6 weeks?) but, I'm kicking some serious booty and although the snow sloooowed me waaaay down last week, it was still a might bit faster than my last 20 miler for Tulsa, so, yay!
Also, Catalina! We're like thisclose to having our flights, hotels and boats all figured out. Who knew it would be difficult? Looks like we'll be hanging out on the island all day Friday which will be a great stress reliever and we'll head back to the "mainland" on Sunday morning since the last boat is at like 5 on Saturday and I fully expect to take 8 hours to finish the marathon and I don't need to rush to get on a boat less than 1 hour after the finish! But, I'm really excited. My first race of the year for Operation Jack! Yippee!
My sweet husband got me a lovely necklace for Valentine's Day--it's a silver butterfly and I love it. Hummingbirds have always kind of been "our thing" (we got married at The Hummingbird House), but, I love the butterfly. It's dainty and perfect. Turtles are my running guys, but, maybe I can include butterflies too?
I'm in the home stretch of class and only one more session before graduation. I can't wait. Nothing like an extra piece of paper to hang on my wall to remind people of how smart I am. Obviously.
What will I do with all that extra time? (probably watch TV)
Also, I'm addicted to the Olympics. I am such a cheeseball. I don't even care who wins most of the time, I just get so excited cheering on all those athletes. I keep telling my husband he needs to look into curling or something--I'm sure they make some $$, yes? But really, cannot turn off the Olympics.
I went to the opening ceremonies in SLC and let me tell you--there is nothing like watching your country enter the stadium in your colors, with your flag--whew--I balled my eyes out. But! In my defense, there wasn't a dry eye in the place--this was our Olympics. Also, coldest day of my life--we ordered hot chocolate and chili and by the time we sat down (3 minutes +/-) it was ice cold (I should note that it was steaming and boiling when we picked it up!). Stupid Vancouver being indoors--that is not hardcore guys.
I kind of wish I was there.
I'm a nerd.
Any other Olympic nerds out there? What did you do for Valentine's Day?
PS. Have you donated lately? Please help me raise funds for Train 4 Austism as I join Operation Jack in my marathon efforts this year. Want to help me run Catalina with pride? Donate today. Every little bit helps. Click here to donate today. Thank you.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
For Giggles and Grins
Thank you all so much for your kind words on my post yesterday--I really appreciate each and every one of you and I am so grateful for such wonderful blog friends. So, thank you! (And GSG, I'll e-mail you about the onesies--you're so sweet!)
On that note, I figured since a) The Office is not on tonight (boo!) and b) it's ER's last episode (can you believe it?), I'd share with you some classic NBC Thursday Night Prime Time Humor.
You've been Bamboozled.
On that note, I figured since a) The Office is not on tonight (boo!) and b) it's ER's last episode (can you believe it?), I'd share with you some classic NBC Thursday Night Prime Time Humor.
You've been Bamboozled.
"Fear of Triscuits--what, they have really sharp edges."
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