Seriously! Only in Texas is it November 5th, and there are girls out sunbathing at the gym. It's November 5th! I understand that it's 77 out, really, I do, because I'm regretting bringing my jacket to the office because I'm schlepping it around--so, no, I understand that it's mighty warm.
But really.
Must we sunbathe? (and don't get me started on the skin cancer yuckies, because I will) And, to that note, how much of a tan can you really get in November on this side of the equator, cause, I'm thinkin', not very much. Anyone know? Maybe I should conduct a focus group.
To that end, it's November, and I'm thisclose to popping some Christmas music into my computer whilst data monkeying away this afternoon.
After all, it's only 49 (via SantaClaus.com) days until Christmas. Yes, I Googled it.
I'm awful merry this year--this is strange. I'm never merry. In fact, I'm rather Grinchy. This is odd. I'm a bit worried.
Hm. Take advantage of this while you can, my dears, who knows how long it will last!
Either way, I'm listening to Christmas music.
At least it's not August.
Thoughts?
P.S. I ran 5.5 miles at lunch. Whoot!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Losing the Chub = Goals
OK, my necklace is sold out in the color I want, so, pfmph! I am now dramatically crossing my arms over my chest like an angry child.
But, I suppose this is a good thing. I don't really need to be spending $$ right now--especially thanks to Ella's $700 vet bill. And you know, the holidays and all. I have no gift giving ideas--I'm usually an awesome gift giver--this year, I've got no ideas.
Anyways, I have a point, I swear.
See, I have about 5 million things that I want to put on my Birthday/Christmas list, and most are pretty basic: new black cardigan since I have worn mine to shreds, a yummy wrap sweater for yoga, shoes, etc, etc. All of these things I could buy for myself. I should really use my list to ask for things that are a wee bit out there--like a new camera ::makes grabby hands:: I need a new camera like nobodies business. Are you reading this dad and step-mom?
So, because I still want to lose 5 lbs in the next few weeks (lofty? yes. reasonable? possibly.), I've decided that instead of asking for a yummy sweater or anything else like that, I will purchase said sweater/shoes/necklace only if I make my goal weight by marathon day.
This is annoying because a) there's a good chance everything will be sold out by then--but, beneficial, because if everything is out of stock, I'll save $$ and b) I'm kind of an instant gratification kind of gal. I don't like to wait. Also, this is why my slow cooker annoys me.
I think I can do it. I haven't gained since last week, which is wildly impressive considering I ate us out of house and home on Sunday and didn't run but once last week before the race.
And, I ran 8.5 miles of intervals/tempo this AM. Totally awesome. Was supposed to be 9 miles, but, I thought I had an early meeting and was short on time--of course, I was wrong about the meeting--but, I still got in 8.5 miles. This is like a record--do you know how long it's been since I've managed an 8 miler before work? Months!
Hopefully, the pounds will just run away (hardy har har).
And then I can resume my shopping habits just in time for the holiday rush.
Anybody else ever set any goals like this? Did/does it work?
But, I suppose this is a good thing. I don't really need to be spending $$ right now--especially thanks to Ella's $700 vet bill. And you know, the holidays and all. I have no gift giving ideas--I'm usually an awesome gift giver--this year, I've got no ideas.
Anyways, I have a point, I swear.
See, I have about 5 million things that I want to put on my Birthday/Christmas list, and most are pretty basic: new black cardigan since I have worn mine to shreds, a yummy wrap sweater for yoga, shoes, etc, etc. All of these things I could buy for myself. I should really use my list to ask for things that are a wee bit out there--like a new camera ::makes grabby hands:: I need a new camera like nobodies business. Are you reading this dad and step-mom?
So, because I still want to lose 5 lbs in the next few weeks (lofty? yes. reasonable? possibly.), I've decided that instead of asking for a yummy sweater or anything else like that, I will purchase said sweater/shoes/necklace only if I make my goal weight by marathon day.
This is annoying because a) there's a good chance everything will be sold out by then--but, beneficial, because if everything is out of stock, I'll save $$ and b) I'm kind of an instant gratification kind of gal. I don't like to wait. Also, this is why my slow cooker annoys me.
I think I can do it. I haven't gained since last week, which is wildly impressive considering I ate us out of house and home on Sunday and didn't run but once last week before the race.
And, I ran 8.5 miles of intervals/tempo this AM. Totally awesome. Was supposed to be 9 miles, but, I thought I had an early meeting and was short on time--of course, I was wrong about the meeting--but, I still got in 8.5 miles. This is like a record--do you know how long it's been since I've managed an 8 miler before work? Months!
Hopefully, the pounds will just run away (hardy har har).
And then I can resume my shopping habits just in time for the holiday rush.
Anybody else ever set any goals like this? Did/does it work?
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Over the weekend...
I ate too much candy--but not as much as last year!
Tortured my dogs (don't call the SPCA on me, the whole doggie dress up lasted less than 1 minute)....
Including cross dressing Butch for exactly 45 seconds (doesn't he look thrilled?)...
Carb loaded on some fabulous pumpkin bread made and delivered by BFF, C and daughter Z. 
Ran a super fun Half Marathon (you can read the recap here)
Baked some cookies (post 13.1 miles)....
And had a lovely dinner with one of my favorite people and her sweet family.
What a fantastic way to start Birthday Month!!
Yes, that's right, it's November.
It's Marathon and Birthday month. But, it's not just me who will be celebrating, BlueEyedBride has a birthday coming up, as does Mrs. Mojito and Sam's birthday is my marathon day. Any November babies that I'm missing?
Looks like November will be a busy month.
Hope your weekend was just as fun!
Monday, November 2, 2009
DRC Half Race Recap
Whoot! Another half marathon down--the full is in three weeks. Three weeks ::has panic attack::.
OK, now that I have cleared that up....
I'll have pictures tomorrow, hopefully, but, I wanted to get this all out before I forget, because, well, let's be honest, it's me. 90% of the time, I can't remember my own phone number...I take after my mother in that regard. It's as if I have blonde roots or somethin', I tell ya.
Anyways!
Went to bed rather late for pre-race on Saturday, but, the extra hour of sleep sure did help--I wasn't really tired at all that morning (bonus!). The hubs and I managed to get out of the house quickly and got to the race site plenty early. It was frrrrrrrrrreeeezzzziinnngggg. And of course, this all takes place by the lake, so, it's all very shady, so, standing in the sun to warm up was not an option.
I felt good, and ready to kick some half marathon booty. I lined up with a certain pace group and was ready to rock it. Now, let me just explain to you how this pace group worked, or, in this case, did not work. Given, I have never been a pacer, and I would probably suck at it, so, I don't have a lot of room to talk, but, I would except the pace leaders to you know, be able to keep their pace under control. Well, let's just say, that didn't happen. I always try to start slowly as to not burn out--that's how I run the best, and how I finish the strongest--rather common sense, but, it's like I have to burn it into my teeny little brain or I will go all out and then suck it the rest of the race.
Yeah so. So. So! This pace leader started out waaaaay too fast and for the first three miles or so, we were running about 1:30 faster than the pace--um, yeah, I'm slow, let's get that clear--and you're asking me to run over a minute faster than the actual pace, and you want me to hang? Not going to happen. I can hang at the correct pace for 14+ miles--I know because I've done it on training runs before I figured that with the race adreniline, I could totally rock this pace for 13.1.
Funny. We lost them around mile 4 ish (I was trying to pace a friend of mine--it was his first half. I think it helped for him to run with me, although I'm sure he could have run faster, he'd never gone further than 10 miles and I didn't want him to burn out). This was slightly disheartening because I knew I would have been able to maintain the correct pace for the whole thing, but, since my leggies were already wondering what the crap was going on, I knew it would be rough go the rest of the way. I'm not trying to sound like I blame my lame performance on the pace leader, I totally don't--I should have tried to tone it down myself and been more aware of the fact that it was too fast and backed off. But, I'm stubborn and honestly, wanted to see how long I could do it. I never said I was the smartest person out there. I'm stubborn. This is not good in racing.
After I made peace with the fact that I was not going to finish with that group, I managed to keep us on a pretty consistent pace the rest of the way--however, because of the additional speed in the beginning, my stomach started acting up around mile 5, and I had to fuel then--which I did not enjoy, but, whatever, I needed it. The next few miles were hard and hilly, and I hate to admit, but, there were a few walk breaks (mainly because holy moly, I thought I was going to hurl). Luckily, no real IT pain!
We cheered once we reached the halfway point, and it was pretty much literally downhill from that point. We knew the course perfectly from this point and it was just about finishing.
I had gone through all my Shot Blocks by mile 11 and was starting to feel lethargic. I told myself 2 more miles--this is easy!
I wish I could say it was, but, it really wasn't. I started to get light headed and queasy, and my legs would just not turn over, no matter how hard I tried.
Then, around mile 12, it hit me. Heat exhaustion. Little rant: only in Texas, could it be freaking 40 degrees at the start of the race, and 75 degrees at the end. Seriously.
I've only gotten heat exhaustion one other time, and that was during a 4th of July Race in 90 degree Texas summer with hardly any water along the course.
I took water at all the stations, plus my fuel belt this time--I did not see this coming. I was not overly dressed either--capris and a dri fit top. I was frrreeezing for the first half of the race.
Anyways, I was getting the cold pricklys, and flushing insanely my vision started to get blurry. Worst.Feeling.Ever. I told my friend who I was running with and we stopped for a second so I could suck every little ounce of water out of my bottle and then we took off. We were going to finish strong.
And we did. The damn finish chute seemed to go on for days, but, we saw our spouses cheering us on and we crossed the finish line proudly.
And then I downed the most fabulous cold bottle of water ever. It took me a few minutes to get my bearings and I kind of wandered around like a lost duck for a few minutes. Heat exhaustion can kiss my bum. For real. I'm still honestly in shock that I managed to overheat myself on November 1st.
I didn't get the big PR I had hoped for, but, I shaved a few minutes off my time, and considering this course was substantially hillier than my previous half marathon course, I consider it a victory.
The leggies weren't hurting, and I was proud of myself.
Of course, now, my IT band is killing me and I'm literally gimping around like I have a peg leg (sure). Yes, I stretched, yes, yes, I did the foam roller--everything. I think my IT band just has it out for me. Bastard. Any advice??? I'm supposed to do 22 miles this Saturday--last looooong run before taper time. Yikes!!
Also, quick rant: so, the pace leader who I started with, yeah, my husband said he finished on pace, but, with none of his group with him--they were all trailing in like me. Which leads me to believe he slowed down towards the middle or the end to get back on pace. Not cool dude, not cool. I shouldn't rag on him, being a pace leader is tough, but, it really did bug me that he started out so fast, it was clear that I wasn't the only person who got burned out by him.
But, I finished. And, I PRed.
It was a great day.
(sorry, that was really long)
OK, now that I have cleared that up....
I'll have pictures tomorrow, hopefully, but, I wanted to get this all out before I forget, because, well, let's be honest, it's me. 90% of the time, I can't remember my own phone number...I take after my mother in that regard. It's as if I have blonde roots or somethin', I tell ya.
Anyways!
Went to bed rather late for pre-race on Saturday, but, the extra hour of sleep sure did help--I wasn't really tired at all that morning (bonus!). The hubs and I managed to get out of the house quickly and got to the race site plenty early. It was frrrrrrrrrreeeezzzziinnngggg. And of course, this all takes place by the lake, so, it's all very shady, so, standing in the sun to warm up was not an option.
I felt good, and ready to kick some half marathon booty. I lined up with a certain pace group and was ready to rock it. Now, let me just explain to you how this pace group worked, or, in this case, did not work. Given, I have never been a pacer, and I would probably suck at it, so, I don't have a lot of room to talk, but, I would except the pace leaders to you know, be able to keep their pace under control. Well, let's just say, that didn't happen. I always try to start slowly as to not burn out--that's how I run the best, and how I finish the strongest--rather common sense, but, it's like I have to burn it into my teeny little brain or I will go all out and then suck it the rest of the race.
Yeah so. So. So! This pace leader started out waaaaay too fast and for the first three miles or so, we were running about 1:30 faster than the pace--um, yeah, I'm slow, let's get that clear--and you're asking me to run over a minute faster than the actual pace, and you want me to hang? Not going to happen. I can hang at the correct pace for 14+ miles--I know because I've done it on training runs before I figured that with the race adreniline, I could totally rock this pace for 13.1.
Funny. We lost them around mile 4 ish (I was trying to pace a friend of mine--it was his first half. I think it helped for him to run with me, although I'm sure he could have run faster, he'd never gone further than 10 miles and I didn't want him to burn out). This was slightly disheartening because I knew I would have been able to maintain the correct pace for the whole thing, but, since my leggies were already wondering what the crap was going on, I knew it would be rough go the rest of the way. I'm not trying to sound like I blame my lame performance on the pace leader, I totally don't--I should have tried to tone it down myself and been more aware of the fact that it was too fast and backed off. But, I'm stubborn and honestly, wanted to see how long I could do it. I never said I was the smartest person out there. I'm stubborn. This is not good in racing.
After I made peace with the fact that I was not going to finish with that group, I managed to keep us on a pretty consistent pace the rest of the way--however, because of the additional speed in the beginning, my stomach started acting up around mile 5, and I had to fuel then--which I did not enjoy, but, whatever, I needed it. The next few miles were hard and hilly, and I hate to admit, but, there were a few walk breaks (mainly because holy moly, I thought I was going to hurl). Luckily, no real IT pain!
We cheered once we reached the halfway point, and it was pretty much literally downhill from that point. We knew the course perfectly from this point and it was just about finishing.
I had gone through all my Shot Blocks by mile 11 and was starting to feel lethargic. I told myself 2 more miles--this is easy!
I wish I could say it was, but, it really wasn't. I started to get light headed and queasy, and my legs would just not turn over, no matter how hard I tried.
Then, around mile 12, it hit me. Heat exhaustion. Little rant: only in Texas, could it be freaking 40 degrees at the start of the race, and 75 degrees at the end. Seriously.
I've only gotten heat exhaustion one other time, and that was during a 4th of July Race in 90 degree Texas summer with hardly any water along the course.
I took water at all the stations, plus my fuel belt this time--I did not see this coming. I was not overly dressed either--capris and a dri fit top. I was frrreeezing for the first half of the race.
Anyways, I was getting the cold pricklys, and flushing insanely my vision started to get blurry. Worst.Feeling.Ever. I told my friend who I was running with and we stopped for a second so I could suck every little ounce of water out of my bottle and then we took off. We were going to finish strong.
And we did. The damn finish chute seemed to go on for days, but, we saw our spouses cheering us on and we crossed the finish line proudly.
And then I downed the most fabulous cold bottle of water ever. It took me a few minutes to get my bearings and I kind of wandered around like a lost duck for a few minutes. Heat exhaustion can kiss my bum. For real. I'm still honestly in shock that I managed to overheat myself on November 1st.
I didn't get the big PR I had hoped for, but, I shaved a few minutes off my time, and considering this course was substantially hillier than my previous half marathon course, I consider it a victory.
The leggies weren't hurting, and I was proud of myself.
Of course, now, my IT band is killing me and I'm literally gimping around like I have a peg leg (sure). Yes, I stretched, yes, yes, I did the foam roller--everything. I think my IT band just has it out for me. Bastard. Any advice??? I'm supposed to do 22 miles this Saturday--last looooong run before taper time. Yikes!!
Also, quick rant: so, the pace leader who I started with, yeah, my husband said he finished on pace, but, with none of his group with him--they were all trailing in like me. Which leads me to believe he slowed down towards the middle or the end to get back on pace. Not cool dude, not cool. I shouldn't rag on him, being a pace leader is tough, but, it really did bug me that he started out so fast, it was clear that I wasn't the only person who got burned out by him.
But, I finished. And, I PRed.
It was a great day.
(sorry, that was really long)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Race Weekend!
OK lovelies, it's going to be an awesome weekend.
Halloween + DRC Half Marathon + Fall Back (let's hope I manage to correctly set my alarm and not mess that one up on race day) + Sleep In Saturday ('cause no long run Saturday--race on Sunday!) = Happiness.
We don't get that many trick or treaters, which, I'm kind of bummed about, but, hopefully some of our friends will bring their kiddos over.
I also fully intend on dressing Ella Mae up and taking her over to see her beagle neighbor friend. Yes, my life revolves around my dogs. I don't have children yet, I have to occupy my mommy instincts somehow (since I don't teach anymore).
And then it's early to bed for a kick ass race day. Because it totally will be.
Now, I just need to track down that necklace, and finalize my race day outfit--this is very important my overall success--trust me. I'm ready to rock.
What are you doing, what are you dressing up as?
Happy Halloween!
Oh! And, sidenote, my running bestie is going to kick the NYC Marathon's booty this weekend. I'm so excited and so proud of her. It's her first, and I know it will be an awesome experience.
xoxox
Halloween + DRC Half Marathon + Fall Back (let's hope I manage to correctly set my alarm and not mess that one up on race day) + Sleep In Saturday ('cause no long run Saturday--race on Sunday!) = Happiness.
We don't get that many trick or treaters, which, I'm kind of bummed about, but, hopefully some of our friends will bring their kiddos over.
I also fully intend on dressing Ella Mae up and taking her over to see her beagle neighbor friend. Yes, my life revolves around my dogs. I don't have children yet, I have to occupy my mommy instincts somehow (since I don't teach anymore).
And then it's early to bed for a kick ass race day. Because it totally will be.
Now, I just need to track down that necklace, and finalize my race day outfit--this is very important my overall success--trust me. I'm ready to rock.
What are you doing, what are you dressing up as?
Happy Halloween!
Oh! And, sidenote, my running bestie is going to kick the NYC Marathon's booty this weekend. I'm so excited and so proud of her. It's her first, and I know it will be an awesome experience.
xoxox
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Just call me Gumby
I finally went to yoga today (which I always type 'joga' the first time.... why do I do that?).
It's been a two-week hiatus, and one that I did not plan, but, no one wants to downward dog when their nose is dripping (cold from hell), or when they feel as if they might spontaneously pop at any given moment (mystery illness--and I imagine this is what that last month of pregnancy might feel like). Bleh.
So, I shelepped myself to yoga today and holy moly, am I glad I did. I was so sore and so tight, it's not even funny. Even my shoulders were tight! And I stretch after running, at night, in the morning--I'm a stretching machine--but, something about yoga just loosens me all up. I'm all bendy and jelly like right now--it's fabulous.
Ahhhh.....
I didn't even try to run today, which is a big improvement in my stubborn ass self. Yes, I'm still worried about being able to PR this weekend since I haven't pounded any pavement since Saturday, but, I ran my last half all gimptastic and it sucked. Even if I don't have any miles under my belt this week I'm thinking that just being pain free will be so amazing that I'll manage to keep a good pace--whereas last time I was dragging a$$ because my leg hurt so freaking bad. I like good, fun races in which I do not feel like death. I'm uber psyched about this one, so, I'm betting on "good".
I picked up my packet today at a local running store, and you know I can't be trusted in any kind of store for any period of time. Naturally, I found some new toys that I must.have.right.this.second (yes, I have a problem, yes, I'm fully aware of it. Lately, my budgeting ability has just gone down the drain).
A pair of compression/recovery socks which I am totally going to rock on Sunday because I'll be damned if my calf goes out again; a cute new patterned headband because we're determined for good race pictures and sweaty bangs stuck to my forehead (no matter how many bobby pins and hairspray!) do not make for good pictures; and of course, plenty of ShotBlocks, Nuun and SportBeans. Like a damn kid in a candy store, I kid you not.
Aren't you all going to be glad when this half is over and I cam stop blabbering about it? Ha, then you'll have to sit through me blabbering about the marathon.
Seriously, when did I become a runner? This is so crazy! (but I love it)
It's been a two-week hiatus, and one that I did not plan, but, no one wants to downward dog when their nose is dripping (cold from hell), or when they feel as if they might spontaneously pop at any given moment (mystery illness--and I imagine this is what that last month of pregnancy might feel like). Bleh.
So, I shelepped myself to yoga today and holy moly, am I glad I did. I was so sore and so tight, it's not even funny. Even my shoulders were tight! And I stretch after running, at night, in the morning--I'm a stretching machine--but, something about yoga just loosens me all up. I'm all bendy and jelly like right now--it's fabulous.
Ahhhh.....
I didn't even try to run today, which is a big improvement in my stubborn ass self. Yes, I'm still worried about being able to PR this weekend since I haven't pounded any pavement since Saturday, but, I ran my last half all gimptastic and it sucked. Even if I don't have any miles under my belt this week I'm thinking that just being pain free will be so amazing that I'll manage to keep a good pace--whereas last time I was dragging a$$ because my leg hurt so freaking bad. I like good, fun races in which I do not feel like death. I'm uber psyched about this one, so, I'm betting on "good".
I picked up my packet today at a local running store, and you know I can't be trusted in any kind of store for any period of time. Naturally, I found some new toys that I must.have.right.this.second (yes, I have a problem, yes, I'm fully aware of it. Lately, my budgeting ability has just gone down the drain).
A pair of compression/recovery socks which I am totally going to rock on Sunday because I'll be damned if my calf goes out again; a cute new patterned headband because we're determined for good race pictures and sweaty bangs stuck to my forehead (no matter how many bobby pins and hairspray!) do not make for good pictures; and of course, plenty of ShotBlocks, Nuun and SportBeans. Like a damn kid in a candy store, I kid you not.
Aren't you all going to be glad when this half is over and I cam stop blabbering about it? Ha, then you'll have to sit through me blabbering about the marathon.
Seriously, when did I become a runner? This is so crazy! (but I love it)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I've got that lovin' feelin'
Today might surprise me.
Only time will tell.
It started out 'eh', because yours truly hit snooze too many times and did not make it to the gym for her AM run. Pretty sure this started the downward spiral that was my morning. Pretty sure I had a mild anxiety attack. Over what? I'm still not sure. Probably, lack of running. Insane.
At lunch, I took my sorry bum to the gym and hopped on the treadmill, hoping this would calm my nerves. And ya know what? That was unsuccessful--turns out, .5 miles is enough to cause me serious pain and despite my best efforts, running was not going to happen (pretty sure I messed up my leg on Saturday--awesome).
Luckily, I had gotten to the gym early enough to make my beloved body sculpt class. So, I ran upstairs and sculpted away. I've found in the past that doing weight training has helped when I have a bum leg--of course, it's the other leg this time (go figure), but, it was refreshing to still break a sweat and workout even if it wasn't running (this is what I have to keep telling myself).
Although, I do wish I had been able to run.
I'm supposed to do speedwork tomorrow (and I need to), so, here's hoping my IT band feels better by then ::does little make IT band better and quick raindance in cubicle and makes sure no one saw::
But, either way, I burned some calories. And y'all know how much I love to burn calories (because I like to eat--obviously).
And now I'm trying to distract myself from this necklace. Obviously, I need this. Why? I'm not really sure. I say because I have a half marathon this weekend. And damnit, I will tackle that thing and PR--bum leg or not (well, actually, yikes--bum legs do not usually equal PRs. Hell).
What are you lovin' today?
Only time will tell.
It started out 'eh', because yours truly hit snooze too many times and did not make it to the gym for her AM run. Pretty sure this started the downward spiral that was my morning. Pretty sure I had a mild anxiety attack. Over what? I'm still not sure. Probably, lack of running. Insane.
At lunch, I took my sorry bum to the gym and hopped on the treadmill, hoping this would calm my nerves. And ya know what? That was unsuccessful--turns out, .5 miles is enough to cause me serious pain and despite my best efforts, running was not going to happen (pretty sure I messed up my leg on Saturday--awesome).
Luckily, I had gotten to the gym early enough to make my beloved body sculpt class. So, I ran upstairs and sculpted away. I've found in the past that doing weight training has helped when I have a bum leg--of course, it's the other leg this time (go figure), but, it was refreshing to still break a sweat and workout even if it wasn't running (this is what I have to keep telling myself).
Although, I do wish I had been able to run.
I'm supposed to do speedwork tomorrow (and I need to), so, here's hoping my IT band feels better by then ::does little make IT band better and quick raindance in cubicle and makes sure no one saw::
But, either way, I burned some calories. And y'all know how much I love to burn calories (because I like to eat--obviously).
And now I'm trying to distract myself from this necklace. Obviously, I need this. Why? I'm not really sure. I say because I have a half marathon this weekend. And damnit, I will tackle that thing and PR--bum leg or not (well, actually, yikes--bum legs do not usually equal PRs. Hell).
What are you lovin' today?
Monday, October 26, 2009
Musings & Monday
1. It is raining cats & dogs today! Went to sleep early last night (read: tried) but it was so damn stormy that it just wasn't possible! Lighting was soooo bright and our poor little puppies were scared and they rarely get scared of storms. Poor kiddos. It was pretty intense--fairly certain our pool is now overflowing because of all the rain.
2. Ran 20.25 on Saturday. Yes, yes, I was supposed to do 22, I'm aware of that. I actually woke up early to run a few miles before our group meet up, but, considering it was freezing (made a last minute purchase on Friday night to get full on long pants vs. my capris) and you know, freakishly dark, I just didn't feel safe going out by myself at 5:00 AM. During the summer at 5AM there are always people out, so, I don't feel as nervous, even if it is dark, but, notsomuch when it starts getting cold. Anyway, 20.25 was good. Felt worlds better than I did for last weeks 20 miler, and looking back, I probably could have made it the additional 1.75, but, I've gotten so used to running with the group that I was honestly bored out of my mind (even with my iPod) and I was worried about it getting too late in the day when I had 500 million things on my to-do list. Whatever. I'll tackle 22 on November 7th. Early morning and all.
3. Went to bed Saturday night thinking "I totally could have run a marathon today" and then those thoughts were replaced with "Do you think I could run White Rock?"--to which the answer is 'no' because I don't want to pay the full fee--I am registered for the half however (White Rock is 3 weeks after Tulsa--yes, I'm nutso).
4. Crazy week at work this week. Bleh!!
5. The Half this weekend! My left IT band is hurting today, so, I've got to take it easy this week because I'm ready to kick this half's booty. For real. Hills? I'm coming for ya. (read: speedwork and hills this week? Oh my!). Seriously, y'all, don't let me slack off.
6. I was in a baking mood this weekend and made corn muffins, sweet rolls and cookies (shh, they were vegan cookies--don't tell the hubs or the sis). Not the best for the diet--but, I have been mostly living off salads and veggies and feel better.... Let's hope this translates into looking better too. I am determined to feel great on my birthday.
7. Have a lunch thing today, which means no yoga, which means, angry legs--should have gotten up early and yoga-ed, but, considering it was way late by the time the storms died down and I was able to semi sleep last night, I figured the extra sleep would do me better since tonight is my late night. Maybe I can get a quick few minutes in after class tonight? My leggies just need to stretch--and since I'm going to put them through running and body sculpt tomorrow, plus speed/hills on Wednesday and a long run on Thursday (holy hell), I need to be nice to them now. Kinda wish I didn't have the lunch thing.
8. Can you even believe how close it is to Christmas? Because I really can't. Wasn't it February like yesterday? I have mixed feelings about going home for Christmas this year. Eh.
9. Hotel is booked for Tulsa!! Although, my dad did not get a late checkout--and I haven't really figured that one out yet. Um, yeah, I'll still be running at check out time. Where will I take an ice bath and get clean? These are the big issues people! (um, we do have friends in Tulsa. Would it be wildly inappropriate to just show up all sweaty on their doorstep?)
10. I actually did my homework for class--can you believe it? Yay me.
11. I want pizza. This is not good. It's not even 10:30 yet.
12. A year ago, I was in London. Boo. I want to go back so badly.
13. My hands smell like garlic for some odd reason. Warding off vampires, perhaps? Hm.
Happy Monday!
2. Ran 20.25 on Saturday. Yes, yes, I was supposed to do 22, I'm aware of that. I actually woke up early to run a few miles before our group meet up, but, considering it was freezing (made a last minute purchase on Friday night to get full on long pants vs. my capris) and you know, freakishly dark, I just didn't feel safe going out by myself at 5:00 AM. During the summer at 5AM there are always people out, so, I don't feel as nervous, even if it is dark, but, notsomuch when it starts getting cold. Anyway, 20.25 was good. Felt worlds better than I did for last weeks 20 miler, and looking back, I probably could have made it the additional 1.75, but, I've gotten so used to running with the group that I was honestly bored out of my mind (even with my iPod) and I was worried about it getting too late in the day when I had 500 million things on my to-do list. Whatever. I'll tackle 22 on November 7th. Early morning and all.
3. Went to bed Saturday night thinking "I totally could have run a marathon today" and then those thoughts were replaced with "Do you think I could run White Rock?"--to which the answer is 'no' because I don't want to pay the full fee--I am registered for the half however (White Rock is 3 weeks after Tulsa--yes, I'm nutso).
4. Crazy week at work this week. Bleh!!
5. The Half this weekend! My left IT band is hurting today, so, I've got to take it easy this week because I'm ready to kick this half's booty. For real. Hills? I'm coming for ya. (read: speedwork and hills this week? Oh my!). Seriously, y'all, don't let me slack off.
6. I was in a baking mood this weekend and made corn muffins, sweet rolls and cookies (shh, they were vegan cookies--don't tell the hubs or the sis). Not the best for the diet--but, I have been mostly living off salads and veggies and feel better.... Let's hope this translates into looking better too. I am determined to feel great on my birthday.
7. Have a lunch thing today, which means no yoga, which means, angry legs--should have gotten up early and yoga-ed, but, considering it was way late by the time the storms died down and I was able to semi sleep last night, I figured the extra sleep would do me better since tonight is my late night. Maybe I can get a quick few minutes in after class tonight? My leggies just need to stretch--and since I'm going to put them through running and body sculpt tomorrow, plus speed/hills on Wednesday and a long run on Thursday (holy hell), I need to be nice to them now. Kinda wish I didn't have the lunch thing.
8. Can you even believe how close it is to Christmas? Because I really can't. Wasn't it February like yesterday? I have mixed feelings about going home for Christmas this year. Eh.
9. Hotel is booked for Tulsa!! Although, my dad did not get a late checkout--and I haven't really figured that one out yet. Um, yeah, I'll still be running at check out time. Where will I take an ice bath and get clean? These are the big issues people! (um, we do have friends in Tulsa. Would it be wildly inappropriate to just show up all sweaty on their doorstep?)
10. I actually did my homework for class--can you believe it? Yay me.
11. I want pizza. This is not good. It's not even 10:30 yet.
12. A year ago, I was in London. Boo. I want to go back so badly.
13. My hands smell like garlic for some odd reason. Warding off vampires, perhaps? Hm.
Happy Monday!
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Confession: I love to run
First things first, I stopped at 7-11 this morning because I was about to fall asleep driving to work and got a Big Gulp of DC. I feel like I'm in undergrad all over again. I have not been this tired in ages--ages I tell you! Battling a cold for a week +, work, running and a sick doggie have made me a tired lil lady. Let's hope this bad boy kicks in soon!
OK, that's out of the way....
So, as you know, my first (because there will be more damnit!) marathon is in exactly one month (one month?! ::does freak out dance::--and yes, I'll always remember your birthday, Sam) and although the last few months have been challenging (injury, mystery illness of death, going back to school, having a cold from hell), the last few days or so I've really been lucky enough to remember why I run and how much I love it.
I really worried that I would burn out on running before my marathon and just hate it by the time I hit the start line. Huge fear. Huge. And I won't lie, the last few months have made me debate my love for the sport.
But, luckily, recently running a 15K with a good friend of mine and having a kick ass 20 miler under my belt, I think I'm finally coming into my own with running. I did 8 miles of speedwork yesterday, which admittedly, I hate, but, felt so freaking awesome when I was finished, that I couldn't remember why I've been skipping my mid week speed sessions (laziness I'm sure).
I slept in this AM (this cold is killing me!) which means I'll have to fit in a quickie run at lunch and a longer one after work, but, I'm actually really excited about it (is is lunch yet?) because I know how happy I'll be tonight when I wrap up my run. I walk into my house all sweaty and my dogs jump on me because I'm all sorts of stinky and I'm just happy.
Yes, running is hard and hard on your body (hence, why I don't wear heels and or open toed shoes). But, I try my best to be safe and be careful because I want to keep this up for years to come.
I don't think everyone can become a runner, I just don't--you have to want to do it and for some people, that just doesn't happen. My husband will not run, but, he's a cyclist. You couldn't pay me to get on a bike. And the beauty of the situation is, we aren't trying to convert one another. Personally, I really think it would be fun to find a run/bike relay to do, but, how nerdy is that?!
However, I do believe that anyone who wants to run, can. And I want to.
I'm not fast. I'll probably never qualify for Boston, but, that's OK. I just love running. I love the sense of accomplishment after a good run--and, even after the bad ones because I remember that's more than most people will do. I love the feeling I get when I cross the finish line of a race and the elation I feel after tackling a hill. But, that's just me. I made the choice to become a runner. I did. Because I wanted to.
And that's what I always try to remember.
So, with my marathon in one month (still freaking out) I will spend the next month running for me and remembering that all those great runs (and the bad ones) made me who I am--a runner.
And soon, a marathoner.
(Who would have ever thought that I'd be saying this? Wow.)
OK, that's out of the way....
So, as you know, my first (because there will be more damnit!) marathon is in exactly one month (one month?! ::does freak out dance::--and yes, I'll always remember your birthday, Sam) and although the last few months have been challenging (injury, mystery illness of death, going back to school, having a cold from hell), the last few days or so I've really been lucky enough to remember why I run and how much I love it.
I really worried that I would burn out on running before my marathon and just hate it by the time I hit the start line. Huge fear. Huge. And I won't lie, the last few months have made me debate my love for the sport.
But, luckily, recently running a 15K with a good friend of mine and having a kick ass 20 miler under my belt, I think I'm finally coming into my own with running. I did 8 miles of speedwork yesterday, which admittedly, I hate, but, felt so freaking awesome when I was finished, that I couldn't remember why I've been skipping my mid week speed sessions (laziness I'm sure).
I slept in this AM (this cold is killing me!) which means I'll have to fit in a quickie run at lunch and a longer one after work, but, I'm actually really excited about it (is is lunch yet?) because I know how happy I'll be tonight when I wrap up my run. I walk into my house all sweaty and my dogs jump on me because I'm all sorts of stinky and I'm just happy.
Yes, running is hard and hard on your body (hence, why I don't wear heels and or open toed shoes). But, I try my best to be safe and be careful because I want to keep this up for years to come.
I don't think everyone can become a runner, I just don't--you have to want to do it and for some people, that just doesn't happen. My husband will not run, but, he's a cyclist. You couldn't pay me to get on a bike. And the beauty of the situation is, we aren't trying to convert one another. Personally, I really think it would be fun to find a run/bike relay to do, but, how nerdy is that?!
However, I do believe that anyone who wants to run, can. And I want to.
I'm not fast. I'll probably never qualify for Boston, but, that's OK. I just love running. I love the sense of accomplishment after a good run--and, even after the bad ones because I remember that's more than most people will do. I love the feeling I get when I cross the finish line of a race and the elation I feel after tackling a hill. But, that's just me. I made the choice to become a runner. I did. Because I wanted to.
And that's what I always try to remember.
So, with my marathon in one month (still freaking out) I will spend the next month running for me and remembering that all those great runs (and the bad ones) made me who I am--a runner.
And soon, a marathoner.
(Who would have ever thought that I'd be saying this? Wow.)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
"You gotta have a license to own a monkey"
If you know what show that's from, it's evident that we're destined to be friends.
The vets think she probably ate something she wasn't supposed to, as Monday afternoon, she did get into the trash. They're thinking a cotton pad with nail polish remover--and I painted my nails last week.
I feel awful! I accidentally poisoned my dog! I used to work for the SPCA for crying out loud. I cannot even believe this. I should also mention that this was our bathroom trashcan and we keep that door closed 24/7 for the safety of our dogs and we empty the trash regularly, but, it's possible that a cotton pad got stuck somewhere, and, lately, she has learned how to open the door. Sure, why not.
Anyways, thanks for your care and concern about our little Ella Mae monkey, she seems to be doing much better and I really appreciate everyone's kind words and prayers. Ella would say thank you too, but, she's busy sleeping and dreaming about bacon and sausages.
This is my monkey. And no, I don't have a license for her. Please don't tell the state of Texas about it, K?
(yes, she's on the coffee table. And her brother is watching in the background)
I think she's doing much better today--she spent yesterday either sleeping with the husband or with Rach. Our regular vet put her on some anti nausea meds and some meds to coat her stomach, and they said it would cause drowsiness, so, her sleeping all day was normal. She had an appetite for dinner and had no problem finished off her kitty sissy's dinner either--which basically means she's feeling pretty normal.
When I left this morning, she and her brother were sound asleep in bed, so, I think she's on the upswing.The vets think she probably ate something she wasn't supposed to, as Monday afternoon, she did get into the trash. They're thinking a cotton pad with nail polish remover--and I painted my nails last week.
I feel awful! I accidentally poisoned my dog! I used to work for the SPCA for crying out loud. I cannot even believe this. I should also mention that this was our bathroom trashcan and we keep that door closed 24/7 for the safety of our dogs and we empty the trash regularly, but, it's possible that a cotton pad got stuck somewhere, and, lately, she has learned how to open the door. Sure, why not.
Anyways, thanks for your care and concern about our little Ella Mae monkey, she seems to be doing much better and I really appreciate everyone's kind words and prayers. Ella would say thank you too, but, she's busy sleeping and dreaming about bacon and sausages.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I shall distract you with shoes
Well, this will only work for the ladies out there, but, anyway, worth a try, right?
Since I am not 100% here today (our beagle got very, very sick last night and was in the emergency clinic until 7:30 this AM, now she's at our regular vet--I'm a very worried puppy mom--secondly, am I ever 100%?) and have nothing to tell you about--seriously, nothing, I thought I would distract you with these fabulous shoes.
Naturally, they are on my birthday list.
Ironically, I haven't worn heels in months, and highly doubt I'll be able to cram my marathon-ed tootsies into heels on my birthday, but, whatever, it's my birthday list.
Shoes!
Happy Tuesday!
Since I am not 100% here today (our beagle got very, very sick last night and was in the emergency clinic until 7:30 this AM, now she's at our regular vet--I'm a very worried puppy mom--secondly, am I ever 100%?) and have nothing to tell you about--seriously, nothing, I thought I would distract you with these fabulous shoes.
Naturally, they are on my birthday list.
Ironically, I haven't worn heels in months, and highly doubt I'll be able to cram my marathon-ed tootsies into heels on my birthday, but, whatever, it's my birthday list.
Shoes!
Happy Tuesday!
Monday, October 19, 2009
OSJ: Monday Update
OSJ = Operation Skinny Jeans, as I chronicle my goal to fit back into my skinny jeans by the time Birthday Week/Marathon/Arizona Thanksgiving Circus rolls around.
Today, I have munched on eggs whites and toast; an apple; veggie soup + kiwi and a 100 calorie bag of popcorn. And the Diet Coke. Can't forget the DC. And lots of water--including coconut water as I worked it super hard this weekend on my run and am a firm believer in the rehydrating powers of coconut water. (don't worry, the day isn't over, this isn't all I'm going to eat, calm down)
Pounded out 5.5 miles at lunch. (yay!)
Was going to try to run again this evening to get in my miles, but, my left knee hurts so bad, I'm worried I've now aggravated my left IT Band (what are the odds, I mean, really?!), so, tonight might involve a lot of icing and stretching instead--I'm too excited about my marathon to let the pain keep me from running, but, I also am so excited about it that I don't want to get hurt this close to the end (plus, The Half with running pal on November 1st!). And I realize that running through injury is what led me to getting so hurt I couldn't walk--we won't be revisiting that anytime soon.
Also, I've lost 2 lbs since last week. Whoot.
I can totally be to my prime running weight come marathon day. I think. Yikes.
Thanks to everyone for you support! I know this is dry, and really only out there for me, but, the accountability really helps--thanks so much for your kind words and encouragement--about this and running--and everything else. :)
ETA: Just ate 3/4 of a bagel from Einstein's. Quickie work errand with co-worker left me with an upset stomach that needed carbs quick--or else! Not my favorite snack of choice, but, that's OK, I'll have a light dinner.
Today, I have munched on eggs whites and toast; an apple; veggie soup + kiwi and a 100 calorie bag of popcorn. And the Diet Coke. Can't forget the DC. And lots of water--including coconut water as I worked it super hard this weekend on my run and am a firm believer in the rehydrating powers of coconut water. (don't worry, the day isn't over, this isn't all I'm going to eat, calm down)
Pounded out 5.5 miles at lunch. (yay!)
Was going to try to run again this evening to get in my miles, but, my left knee hurts so bad, I'm worried I've now aggravated my left IT Band (what are the odds, I mean, really?!), so, tonight might involve a lot of icing and stretching instead--I'm too excited about my marathon to let the pain keep me from running, but, I also am so excited about it that I don't want to get hurt this close to the end (plus, The Half with running pal on November 1st!). And I realize that running through injury is what led me to getting so hurt I couldn't walk--we won't be revisiting that anytime soon.
Also, I've lost 2 lbs since last week. Whoot.
I can totally be to my prime running weight come marathon day. I think. Yikes.
Thanks to everyone for you support! I know this is dry, and really only out there for me, but, the accountability really helps--thanks so much for your kind words and encouragement--about this and running--and everything else. :)
ETA: Just ate 3/4 of a bagel from Einstein's. Quickie work errand with co-worker left me with an upset stomach that needed carbs quick--or else! Not my favorite snack of choice, but, that's OK, I'll have a light dinner.
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