Because you care so much, obviously. Ha!
(I'm bored, leave me alone) (and I'm about to smack the pups because the husband is outside and they are freaking the heck out) (only not really--I would never smack my pups. Really, I wouldn't. Ever. I can't even yell at them!)
1. I detest grocery shopping. Shopping at Target? I love. Grocery store? Ick. (I also detest mustard, but, I'm sure that makes me unAmerican or something. It's like the anti-Christ of condiments.)
2. The word "epic" bugs me. It's like everyone's favorite word these days. "That run was sooo epic". Really? Really?! (Now, this doesn't mean I don't like you if you use it, I just don't use it, personally).
3. My favorite movie ever is The Sound of Music and I refuse to buy it on DVD because I've had the VHS tape since I was a little kid and it has my mom's handwriting on the label. (My dad however bought the DVD for my half sister, she hates it. [thus I debate that we're related, but, I guess there is that whole we have different mothers thing] I debate stealing it from her when I go home. But, I haven't yet! I'm not a thief!) (but I did hijack my dad and step mom's Star Wars DVD pack like 5 years ago and my husband was all upset because he was worried they'd notice and get upset. Trust me, they never noticed. Considering I'm pretty sure they've never seen any of the Star Wars movies. I promise I'm not a bad daughter, promise! We were just dirt poor and my husband loves the movies and my parents never watch a movie more than once!) (don't report me, K?)
4. I'm a lefty but I cut with my right hand. Thus, I have an insane collection of left handed scissors because people constanly buy them for me (including my own family!).
5. I never had that "aha" moment when I bought my wedding dress. Truth be told, I was never in love with it. This is why you shouldn't wedding dress shop on your lunch break. (what was I supposed to do? I was working and going to school full time and only had Sunday's off)
6. I have TMJ and when I was first "diagnosed" my jaw was so messed up that my dentist told me I couldn't eat anything I couldn't cut with a fork for 5-8 weeks. I was 14. You know what a 14 year old does at that point? Attempts to cut a Starburst with a fork just to prove a point. (and you can cut a Starburst with a fork, by the way) (I actually really don't like Starburst anymore)
7. I eat things like crackers in threes. Saltines? Must have three at a time. Oreos? Three. (I take three with me when I 26.2) (and then I eat the entire box after the run of course)
8. I have a weakness for anything that smells even semi a little bit "tropical". Coconut? I'm in.
9. I can't imagine living anywhere else but Texas (except well, maybe Colorado. Or Florida. Maybe). Pat Green and George Strait songs speak to my heart. I'm a Texas gal through and through.
10. But goodness gracious how I do miss me some In N Out Burger.
11. I was a vegetarian in high school and most of college. Obviously, that didn't work out for me (I married a rancher after all).
12. I have a white birthmark on my stomach (there's no melanin in that patch of my skin) and I once had a tattoo artist offer to "correct" it for free. I'm not really sure what that meant, but, I never did get it "corrected". (although I'm sure that'll be the place the melanoma turns up--no matter how much SPF I put on it, it still burns. Maybe that equals a tummy tuck in later years?)
13. I have a weird obsession with sled dogs, huskies, etc. I grew up with a huskie. One year, I really want to go to the Ididarod.
14. June is my favorite month of the year.
15. I can watch episodes of Friends and never tired of them.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Boston, b*tches!
I'm sorry, I can't help myself with the title. It's basically what I said every waking hour while in Boston. Aside from the obvious Boston -esque jokes such as "wicked awesome" and "supah". I've had more fun with that damn accent, I can't even tell you.
It's 500 years late, but, Boston was a dream. Yes, work was exhausting, I wanted to crawl into a hole and sleep, but, it was so worth it.
I gained more weight than I care to discuss, but, it's only so often that I'm going to get to eat chowdah in Boston! I mean come on. (also? chowdah is not good for me. Neither is 90% of what I ate whilst in Beantown. Remind me of that next time, k?)
Lunching on Newbury Street, dining in the North End, taking the bus to Hahhhvad with my very best friend, meeting my redheaded running soul sister, getting to stalk my running hero (who I am so insanely happy for because he had a freakin' amazing race and I'm so bummed I couldn't stay and watch him finish) meeting sweet Emily (who rocked Boston, by the way) and Christy (who signed up for my race! Yay!) and oh yeah--getting to be in Boston and on Boylston for the finish of the marathon? Please pinch me, I must be dreaming.
It was the best time ever. And you can bet your ass I'll be back next year. And the year after, and the year after that....And then one year, I will BQ and I'll run it! Eek!
Seriously, get thee to Boston for Marathon Monday. You'll be glad you did.
My fabulous redheaded running sister, Morgan. Why do I look pregnant here? Ugh, suck it in lady! Suck it in! (sidenote: is it mutually exclusive that if you're redheaded you must be short? Because she only out talls me by like an inch. I've yet to meet a tall redhead....)
Looking down Boylston to the finish line!!
Umm, we were thisclose to the runners!
Amazing!
Female winner with her police escort.
At the Puma store in Back Bay (INikki was dying that I insisted on taking this photo at 11:45PM). Do you have any idea how much fun I had with the Boston accent? Because really! 26.2 miles is supah fah!
Me and my Nikki at dinnah in Hahhhvahhd Square. I miss her already.
About as close to Ryan Hall as I'm every going to get. And yes, the person taking this photo was mortified. Me? Notsomuch.
Bwhahaha, Boston!! I have the orange shirt, which is wildly hilarious because I'm wicked slow. The white shirt says on the back "run Boston, it's a wicked pissah". I find this wildly hilarious too.
This accounts for 10 of the 20 lbs I gained.
Cannoli of my dreams. And the size of my head. I didn't even run 26.2 for this bad boy. I'm lucky.
There is so much more I could ramble about, but, it would take years. I still haven't stopped talking about it (my husband is about to get out the duct tape, I'm sure!). I had so much fun.
Watching the female elites finish with Morgan? Freaking awesome. I got teary, I won't lie!
The fact that she missed some of the male elites because she was on a potty break? Something I would totally do. This just means we'll have to be back there next year sista! Or you know, I'll be there and you'll be running.
The best trip I've had while not running a marathon myself? Heck yes.
OK, can I go back to Boston now? (This little Southerner never thought she could love the North so much!)
It's 500 years late, but, Boston was a dream. Yes, work was exhausting, I wanted to crawl into a hole and sleep, but, it was so worth it.
I gained more weight than I care to discuss, but, it's only so often that I'm going to get to eat chowdah in Boston! I mean come on. (also? chowdah is not good for me. Neither is 90% of what I ate whilst in Beantown. Remind me of that next time, k?)
Lunching on Newbury Street, dining in the North End, taking the bus to Hahhhvad with my very best friend, meeting my redheaded running soul sister, getting to stalk my running hero (who I am so insanely happy for because he had a freakin' amazing race and I'm so bummed I couldn't stay and watch him finish) meeting sweet Emily (who rocked Boston, by the way) and Christy (who signed up for my race! Yay!) and oh yeah--getting to be in Boston and on Boylston for the finish of the marathon? Please pinch me, I must be dreaming.
It was the best time ever. And you can bet your ass I'll be back next year. And the year after, and the year after that....And then one year, I will BQ and I'll run it! Eek!
Seriously, get thee to Boston for Marathon Monday. You'll be glad you did.
My fabulous redheaded running sister, Morgan. Why do I look pregnant here? Ugh, suck it in lady! Suck it in! (sidenote: is it mutually exclusive that if you're redheaded you must be short? Because she only out talls me by like an inch. I've yet to meet a tall redhead....)
Looking down Boylston to the finish line!!
Umm, we were thisclose to the runners!
Amazing!
Female winner with her police escort.
At the Puma store in Back Bay (INikki was dying that I insisted on taking this photo at 11:45PM). Do you have any idea how much fun I had with the Boston accent? Because really! 26.2 miles is supah fah!
Me and my Nikki at dinnah in Hahhhvahhd Square. I miss her already.
About as close to Ryan Hall as I'm every going to get. And yes, the person taking this photo was mortified. Me? Notsomuch.
Bwhahaha, Boston!! I have the orange shirt, which is wildly hilarious because I'm wicked slow. The white shirt says on the back "run Boston, it's a wicked pissah". I find this wildly hilarious too.
This accounts for 10 of the 20 lbs I gained.
Cannoli of my dreams. And the size of my head. I didn't even run 26.2 for this bad boy. I'm lucky.
There is so much more I could ramble about, but, it would take years. I still haven't stopped talking about it (my husband is about to get out the duct tape, I'm sure!). I had so much fun.
Watching the female elites finish with Morgan? Freaking awesome. I got teary, I won't lie!
The fact that she missed some of the male elites because she was on a potty break? Something I would totally do. This just means we'll have to be back there next year sista! Or you know, I'll be there and you'll be running.
The best trip I've had while not running a marathon myself? Heck yes.
OK, can I go back to Boston now? (This little Southerner never thought she could love the North so much!)
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
How I became a "runner"
Sidenote: I firmly believe that being a "runner" doesn't mean that I have to BQ, win age groups or anything like that--it just involves the love of running. Which yes, is weird and sick in its own rite.
On Sunday I completed my 4th marathon (say whaaattt?) with a slight eye on numero five in the distant future. I never thought I'd run a marathon--let alone four of them. Ever.
If you had told me two years ago that I would have run four marathons in 5 months, I would have laughed in your face. I remember reading blogs and stuff about girls training for marathons and having to run 20 miles and I couldn't even imagine running 20 miles. I was pretty sure that was some sort of super natural power. Something I could never, ever do--let alone anything I ever wanted to do. Because why on earth would I want to run for 20 damn miles?
I ran track in high school (ironic, right?) but the thought of cross country made me want to vomit--I also had what I consider an emotionally abusive coach, so, that never helped matters. Once I got to college I was on the crew team and we ran regularly each day and long runs on the weekends.
That chapter of my life closed and to keep my weight in check, I got involved in fitness competitions which meant super strict eating, running 4.5 miles a day and a few minutes of stairs each and every day (don't believe me? Ask my sorority sister, she lived through that particular breed of hell with me). It was the only time in my life I felt good about my body.
Years and a good 15 pounds later, I decided to start "running" again. And by "running" I mean like 20 minutes of jogging. 20 minutes of jogging became 30 minutes on the treadmill and then eventually following a training plan in order to complete a relay. I ran two minutes, walked a minute, ran two minutes--until it was running 3, 4, 5 minutes. However, the thought of 6 miles horrified me.
But, that horror eventually turned into 3 or 3.5 miles 4-5 days a week. Slow, slow, slow miles. And it challenging because when I was in fitness and crew I could pound out miles pretty quickly, but, years of not running will slow ya down.
This was also around the same time I started losing weight on Weight Watchers and I was ready to challenge myself. I decided to sign up for a half marathon that was 8 months away. My first weekend long run was 5 miles. This was February of 2009.
My first race was a 10k on Memorial Day 2009. My first marathon was November 22, 2009.
My first double digit run was the first week of June. My progress to 26.2 miles was slow and steady. I didn't bound out of bed one day and run 13 miles.
26.2 miles is a long way--I don't care who you are, it's far. It's hard. But it's possible. We have amazing bodies--they can do more than we think they can (how else can you explain babies?).
In two years I went from not being able to run for 3 miles to 4 full marathons. Sure, I'm not running 60 this year like some crazy guy I know, but, I am still runnin'.
And if I can do it, so can you.
Promise.
On Sunday I completed my 4th marathon (say whaaattt?) with a slight eye on numero five in the distant future. I never thought I'd run a marathon--let alone four of them. Ever.
If you had told me two years ago that I would have run four marathons in 5 months, I would have laughed in your face. I remember reading blogs and stuff about girls training for marathons and having to run 20 miles and I couldn't even imagine running 20 miles. I was pretty sure that was some sort of super natural power. Something I could never, ever do--let alone anything I ever wanted to do. Because why on earth would I want to run for 20 damn miles?
I ran track in high school (ironic, right?) but the thought of cross country made me want to vomit--I also had what I consider an emotionally abusive coach, so, that never helped matters. Once I got to college I was on the crew team and we ran regularly each day and long runs on the weekends.
That chapter of my life closed and to keep my weight in check, I got involved in fitness competitions which meant super strict eating, running 4.5 miles a day and a few minutes of stairs each and every day (don't believe me? Ask my sorority sister, she lived through that particular breed of hell with me). It was the only time in my life I felt good about my body.
Years and a good 15 pounds later, I decided to start "running" again. And by "running" I mean like 20 minutes of jogging. 20 minutes of jogging became 30 minutes on the treadmill and then eventually following a training plan in order to complete a relay. I ran two minutes, walked a minute, ran two minutes--until it was running 3, 4, 5 minutes. However, the thought of 6 miles horrified me.
But, that horror eventually turned into 3 or 3.5 miles 4-5 days a week. Slow, slow, slow miles. And it challenging because when I was in fitness and crew I could pound out miles pretty quickly, but, years of not running will slow ya down.
This was also around the same time I started losing weight on Weight Watchers and I was ready to challenge myself. I decided to sign up for a half marathon that was 8 months away. My first weekend long run was 5 miles. This was February of 2009.
My first race was a 10k on Memorial Day 2009. My first marathon was November 22, 2009.
My first double digit run was the first week of June. My progress to 26.2 miles was slow and steady. I didn't bound out of bed one day and run 13 miles.
26.2 miles is a long way--I don't care who you are, it's far. It's hard. But it's possible. We have amazing bodies--they can do more than we think they can (how else can you explain babies?).
In two years I went from not being able to run for 3 miles to 4 full marathons. Sure, I'm not running 60 this year like some crazy guy I know, but, I am still runnin'.
And if I can do it, so can you.
Promise.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Enough is enough
Yes it's Friday afternoon and no one will read this until next week, and the race I'm about to blab about will be over, but, whatever, I'm stuck at work and want to be at home, so, a blog post you'll get!
So, the OKC Marathon is this weekend. My DRC pals are running it, Sam is running it, and a former co-worker of mine is running it. It's obviously the place to be (and I have some weird fascination with Oklahoma I guess).
I'm excited to be running a race with my DRC'ers since I've run exactly 0 with them ever, so, this is supah (read that like a Boston accent, k?) cool and exciting, but, I really don't feel like I'm running a marathon this weekend.
Remember how geeked out and nerdy I was about Tulsa? Maybe it's anticlimactic because I just spectated Boston?
Moving on.
I'm not psyched. It's actually going to be a royal pain to get there tomorrow night and I've been all debbie downer about it all freakin' week.
This has got to stop. Enough is enough!
I've run 3 marathons. All of them were awesome in their own right. This one will be too.
Was Tulsa hard? Yes! Was it my first? Yes! That makes it awesome.
Was Cowtown hard? Yes! Did I hit my goal? No! Did I run strong? Yes! That makes it awesome.
Was Catalina a full on ass whooping? Heck yes! Did I love every damn second of it? Yes! It was freakin' awesome.
Will OKC be hard? Yeppers. Will I want to stop? You betcha. Will I stop? Oh hell no. Will it be awesome? Heck yes.
I get so caught up in my emotions about races and get down on myself. Yes, this isn't optimal training in that the last few weeks have been crazy and my long runs haven't really existed, but, this is when you rely on your training, you rely on your body--it knows what it's doing. And hopefully, mine will know what it's doing enough to PR. If not, I'll be sad, but, I'm running for Operation Jack and that's what matters!
I'm gonna rock OKC. Heck yes I am.
Also? Next week, when I'm not training, I'm totally going on some sort of cleanse/detox/starvation diet. Y'all I gained waaaay too much weight with this crazy job switching stress, going to Boston nonsense. Y'all, it's baaaaad (I say that a lot, but, this time, it's really, really bad. I'm borderline needing new clothes!).
Any advice to keep my hands out of the cookie jar are most appreciated. I'm about .5 lbs from signing up for WW again. I just love food too much! I even considered going raw to lose the weight, but, helllloooo, I'd die.
Now, I'm off to carb load (irony, yes? Is this why I'm fat? And for someone my height, I really am!) and kick some 26.2 miles of asphalt baby!
So, the OKC Marathon is this weekend. My DRC pals are running it, Sam is running it, and a former co-worker of mine is running it. It's obviously the place to be (and I have some weird fascination with Oklahoma I guess).
I'm excited to be running a race with my DRC'ers since I've run exactly 0 with them ever, so, this is supah (read that like a Boston accent, k?) cool and exciting, but, I really don't feel like I'm running a marathon this weekend.
Remember how geeked out and nerdy I was about Tulsa? Maybe it's anticlimactic because I just spectated Boston?
Moving on.
I'm not psyched. It's actually going to be a royal pain to get there tomorrow night and I've been all debbie downer about it all freakin' week.
This has got to stop. Enough is enough!
I've run 3 marathons. All of them were awesome in their own right. This one will be too.
Was Tulsa hard? Yes! Was it my first? Yes! That makes it awesome.
Was Cowtown hard? Yes! Did I hit my goal? No! Did I run strong? Yes! That makes it awesome.
Was Catalina a full on ass whooping? Heck yes! Did I love every damn second of it? Yes! It was freakin' awesome.
Will OKC be hard? Yeppers. Will I want to stop? You betcha. Will I stop? Oh hell no. Will it be awesome? Heck yes.
I get so caught up in my emotions about races and get down on myself. Yes, this isn't optimal training in that the last few weeks have been crazy and my long runs haven't really existed, but, this is when you rely on your training, you rely on your body--it knows what it's doing. And hopefully, mine will know what it's doing enough to PR. If not, I'll be sad, but, I'm running for Operation Jack and that's what matters!
I'm gonna rock OKC. Heck yes I am.
Also? Next week, when I'm not training, I'm totally going on some sort of cleanse/detox/starvation diet. Y'all I gained waaaay too much weight with this crazy job switching stress, going to Boston nonsense. Y'all, it's baaaaad (I say that a lot, but, this time, it's really, really bad. I'm borderline needing new clothes!).
Any advice to keep my hands out of the cookie jar are most appreciated. I'm about .5 lbs from signing up for WW again. I just love food too much! I even considered going raw to lose the weight, but, helllloooo, I'd die.
Now, I'm off to carb load (irony, yes? Is this why I'm fat? And for someone my height, I really am!) and kick some 26.2 miles of asphalt baby!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Holy mother of marathons
I don't have time to give y'all my fantastic and overly wordy recap of my weekend in Boston, but, suffice to say it was a once in a lifetime experience. And one that I hope to repeat again, and again, and again.
I will go back to Boston every single year for Marathon Monday for as long as possible and at any expense. It was that neat.
And one day, one day, I will BQ. I will (::stomps feet for emphasis::).
If y'all have never spectated a big race, I highly suggest you do so (I got to spectate Georgia but that's nothin' compared to this!). It is an exhilarating experience even if you aren't a runner. I think. Maybe. Or is it just us running nerds who get teary when they see the lead truck drive by? Hm.
And, major shout out to Sam of Operation Jack fame who totally killed that 26.2 mile course yesterday and according to him, ran his best race. I'm so proud of him and so proud to be part of his amazing cause and crazy year of running. Sam, we all knew you could do it. You're a rock star runner, you just need to accept that.
Did I mention I'm running a marathon this weekend? Holy crap, it's time for OKC.
Ugh, I see speedwork in my future tonight. Ick.
Boston = love.
I'll be back soon with a whole lot more about Boston, don't you worry.
I will go back to Boston every single year for Marathon Monday for as long as possible and at any expense. It was that neat.
And one day, one day, I will BQ. I will (::stomps feet for emphasis::).
If y'all have never spectated a big race, I highly suggest you do so (I got to spectate Georgia but that's nothin' compared to this!). It is an exhilarating experience even if you aren't a runner. I think. Maybe. Or is it just us running nerds who get teary when they see the lead truck drive by? Hm.
And, major shout out to Sam of Operation Jack fame who totally killed that 26.2 mile course yesterday and according to him, ran his best race. I'm so proud of him and so proud to be part of his amazing cause and crazy year of running. Sam, we all knew you could do it. You're a rock star runner, you just need to accept that.
Did I mention I'm running a marathon this weekend? Holy crap, it's time for OKC.
Ugh, I see speedwork in my future tonight. Ick.
Boston = love.
I'll be back soon with a whole lot more about Boston, don't you worry.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Guess where I'm going today???
If you guessed "Boston" you'd be right. If you guessed "crazy" you'd also be right, but, that's neither here nor there. At least right now.
I'm off to Beantown to see my childhood best friend (and probably tackle her when I see her--it's been FAR too long); blab about running all.damn.day (for three days! yippee! ugh, DC consumption will go waaaay up) and basically get caught up in the spirit of the Boston Marathon. Even though I won't be to see any of it ::major pouty sad panda face::.
And guess what I'm going to do Tuesday morning when I get home?
If you guessed speedwork (vom) you'd be correct.
Because ladies and gents, even though it will take a small (er, large) miracle to ever get me to the start at Hopkinton, I have hope that someday, someday just maybe, maybe, maybe I might get to run Boston.
Albeit, I might be like 60 by the time I can qualify, but, hey, I never said I was going to qualify tomorrow. (cause I totally think that by 60 I could do it--that gives me plenty of time)
I'm feeling oddly confident in myself and think that at some point (in like 500 years--yes, I am living forever, thank you for asking) I might just get the chance to tow that 26.2 mile line. (obviously I live in some sort of fantasy world in which I am way faster than I really am, but, hey, that's OK)
But hopefully it's sooner than that cause how cool would it be if childhood bestie still lived there and then I could be all awesome pants and also be all awesome hanging out with BFF in Boston?! Sadly, I think she graduates in May, which means boo hoo this is my last chance to see her before she moves back to boring ol' California. Sigh....
Well kiddos, I'm off to Boston. And more excited about getting on a damn airplane than I've been in years.
Eeek!
Oh, PS. I'm running a marathon next week and have run approximately once this week. Yay for ITB issues--again. No PR for me next week, sad...
I'm off to Beantown to see my childhood best friend (and probably tackle her when I see her--it's been FAR too long); blab about running all.damn.day (for three days! yippee! ugh, DC consumption will go waaaay up) and basically get caught up in the spirit of the Boston Marathon. Even though I won't be to see any of it ::major pouty sad panda face::.
And guess what I'm going to do Tuesday morning when I get home?
If you guessed speedwork (vom) you'd be correct.
Because ladies and gents, even though it will take a small (er, large) miracle to ever get me to the start at Hopkinton, I have hope that someday, someday just maybe, maybe, maybe I might get to run Boston.
Albeit, I might be like 60 by the time I can qualify, but, hey, I never said I was going to qualify tomorrow. (cause I totally think that by 60 I could do it--that gives me plenty of time)
I'm feeling oddly confident in myself and think that at some point (in like 500 years--yes, I am living forever, thank you for asking) I might just get the chance to tow that 26.2 mile line. (obviously I live in some sort of fantasy world in which I am way faster than I really am, but, hey, that's OK)
But hopefully it's sooner than that cause how cool would it be if childhood bestie still lived there and then I could be all awesome pants and also be all awesome hanging out with BFF in Boston?! Sadly, I think she graduates in May, which means boo hoo this is my last chance to see her before she moves back to boring ol' California. Sigh....
Well kiddos, I'm off to Boston. And more excited about getting on a damn airplane than I've been in years.
Eeek!
Oh, PS. I'm running a marathon next week and have run approximately once this week. Yay for ITB issues--again. No PR for me next week, sad...
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I have an itch
A running itch. Which is ironic because this morning I was all "I don't wanna run but stupid marathon in like 2 weeks means I gotta run". So I ran, whatever....
This whole "after OKC I will take a break" thing is just not jiving with me. Sure I did go for a 4 miler this morning, shower and then crawl back in bed, so, it's wildly obvious that I am burning the candle at both ends and am actually looking forward to the flight to Boston + some Advil PM because that = sleepy time for me. Seriously.
Anyways! I don't think I'm going to run any big races this summer (the Too Hot is a staple and I will only miss it if we're out of town or some craziness like that--or if I decide to be uber crazy and sign up with Gen to run El Scorcho. Which would be stupid because who wants to run an ultra that starts at midnight? Besides Gen? Because I love her, but, she's crazier than me). Did I have a point? Oh yes, I did. Summer racing season will be kind of blah. I'll sneak in a half or a trail run if I can (::coughs::May 22 in Waco::coughs::Leadville Heavy Half::coughs::), but, it's that time again--fall marathons!! (hey, I might still finagle my way into Missoula this year, we'll see).
Obviously (and shockingly) my heart still belongs to the Route 66 Tulsa Marathon (which I don't fully understand because I said I would never do that one again, but, I suppose after Catalina I'm a total badass and can do whatever I want thankyouverymuch) and it's kind of perfect timing for me to be all "birthday month!" but then I wonder if I'll somehow get roped into being at the Atlanta Marathon on Thanksgiving (you read that correctly) and because I'm obviously sick and twisted, a little bit of me is all "hmmm, 26.2 miles before turkey? This I could get onboard with". To which I would beg, borrow and steal for a discounted entry and be all "haha, I worked an expo and now I'm running 26.2 in effing Atlanta. Sleep is for suckas!" (only not really)
And then there's White Rock. Good ol' Dallas staple. Which my DRC trains for. Which is 3 weeks after Tulsa and 3 weeks before Disney. See the problem?
And yes, there is Philadelphia, and Marine Corps and RnR San Antonio (too big, hot and humid!) that are all in the fall (missed registration for Chicago, sad panda), but, I'm still leanin' towards Tulsa.
What say you, oh experienced marathoners? I don't want to spend a lot of $$ on getting to the race unless it's somewhere totally kick ass in which case I would make a vacation out of it and thus it would become "birthday season" if it's not in November which is totally fine by me because no matter how hard I try I keep getting older and I still don't look anything like Reese Witherspoon or Isla Fisher and this is a crime. And only remedied by celebrating my birthday for a ridiculous amount of time. It is all about me, after all (holy Lord, y'all should see if after a race. It could be a damn 5k and I still expect that I be carried around like an Egyptian queen and fed grapes and soda--Diet Coke, obviously).
Also, no out and back courses. They suck and I hate them. And no one at my work seems to understand my hatred for out and backs. Is it just me?
Have I yapped about running enough for you today?
Have I mentioned I get to see my best friend in Boston recently? Yes? You sick of all the Boston talk? Could you imagine if I ever got fast and actually qualified for Boston? I fear for us all if that day ever comes.
This whole "after OKC I will take a break" thing is just not jiving with me. Sure I did go for a 4 miler this morning, shower and then crawl back in bed, so, it's wildly obvious that I am burning the candle at both ends and am actually looking forward to the flight to Boston + some Advil PM because that = sleepy time for me. Seriously.
Anyways! I don't think I'm going to run any big races this summer (the Too Hot is a staple and I will only miss it if we're out of town or some craziness like that--or if I decide to be uber crazy and sign up with Gen to run El Scorcho. Which would be stupid because who wants to run an ultra that starts at midnight? Besides Gen? Because I love her, but, she's crazier than me). Did I have a point? Oh yes, I did. Summer racing season will be kind of blah. I'll sneak in a half or a trail run if I can (::coughs::May 22 in Waco::coughs::Leadville Heavy Half::coughs::), but, it's that time again--fall marathons!! (hey, I might still finagle my way into Missoula this year, we'll see).
Obviously (and shockingly) my heart still belongs to the Route 66 Tulsa Marathon (which I don't fully understand because I said I would never do that one again, but, I suppose after Catalina I'm a total badass and can do whatever I want thankyouverymuch) and it's kind of perfect timing for me to be all "birthday month!" but then I wonder if I'll somehow get roped into being at the Atlanta Marathon on Thanksgiving (you read that correctly) and because I'm obviously sick and twisted, a little bit of me is all "hmmm, 26.2 miles before turkey? This I could get onboard with". To which I would beg, borrow and steal for a discounted entry and be all "haha, I worked an expo and now I'm running 26.2 in effing Atlanta. Sleep is for suckas!" (only not really)
And then there's White Rock. Good ol' Dallas staple. Which my DRC trains for. Which is 3 weeks after Tulsa and 3 weeks before Disney. See the problem?
And yes, there is Philadelphia, and Marine Corps and RnR San Antonio (too big, hot and humid!) that are all in the fall (missed registration for Chicago, sad panda), but, I'm still leanin' towards Tulsa.
What say you, oh experienced marathoners? I don't want to spend a lot of $$ on getting to the race unless it's somewhere totally kick ass in which case I would make a vacation out of it and thus it would become "birthday season" if it's not in November which is totally fine by me because no matter how hard I try I keep getting older and I still don't look anything like Reese Witherspoon or Isla Fisher and this is a crime. And only remedied by celebrating my birthday for a ridiculous amount of time. It is all about me, after all (holy Lord, y'all should see if after a race. It could be a damn 5k and I still expect that I be carried around like an Egyptian queen and fed grapes and soda--Diet Coke, obviously).
Also, no out and back courses. They suck and I hate them. And no one at my work seems to understand my hatred for out and backs. Is it just me?
Have I yapped about running enough for you today?
Have I mentioned I get to see my best friend in Boston recently? Yes? You sick of all the Boston talk? Could you imagine if I ever got fast and actually qualified for Boston? I fear for us all if that day ever comes.
Monday, April 12, 2010
"Excuse me, fast runner coming through"
Y'all I ran a half marathon on Sunday. A good friend of mine ran her first full marathon on Sunday. A running hero of mine ran like his 5 billionth marathon on Sunday. It was a running weekend if I do say so myself.
Saturday was lazy Target trips and getting gas for the 70th time this week (damn commuting). Oh, and I somehow managed to throw away half of my Sephora purchases because I grabbed the bag and chucked it without checking what was still inside. I'm obviously a genius. And really pissed off. (would you judge me if I said that I actually looked in the outside trashcan for it this morning?)
Anyways! So, the race. It was the Big D Texas Marathon and started at Fair Park in Dallas and then went up to the lake, yada yada, you know the drill because I run this route all the freaking time and yap about it all the freaking time. Since I did not taper and have been totally exhausted, I knew I was in for hurt because a) I was exhausted and b) hilly course and c) well, I wasn't really feelin' it. Oh well. Suck it up, run! (I haven't run a half since December and just wasn't feeling 13.1--but was not ready for 26.2 either!)
I was running for Operation Jack and that always gives me the kick in the pants I need. Even if this time it was a kick in the shorts. Haven't raced in shorts since August! Ugh, Texas.
We met up with Sam before the race and then I went off to find Kristi and hang with her because we were going to stay together until the full and half split. We had a bit of trouble finding a good place to "start" at the start line because there weren't corrals and it was obviously crowded. We found a place kind of in the middle of the pack and that seemed to work just fine--we weren't flying out the get go and we weren't passing people to find a pace. Worked fine.
So, we're runnin' along and chatting and I'm telling her she can do this (event though I'm about ready to just turn around and go home) when all of the sudden out of nowhere this runner comes up behind us like a bat out of hell and nearly knocks Kristi over trying to shove past her (it wasn't that crowded!) and screams "excuse me, fast runner coming through, fast runner! I'm faster than you--MOVE!". To which, we're both horrified because, hello, rude. Yeah man, I get passed all the time and I do not care, but, d0n't be all rude and b*tchy about it. If you're really that concerned about the .5 second it took to dramatically pass us, get up to the front of the pack before the start. Sheesh.
Mind you, this less than one mile into the race. Sheesh.
So, we spent the rest of the time joking about how fast we were and how we are totally going to qualify for Boston (maybe in our dreams). So, although the fast runner was super rude, she did give us a good 45 minutes of entertainment.
We split around mile 4 and I cheered her on as I could see her charging up a hill as I went the other way (sad!) and I just kept pulling. I had no delusions of a PR and that was good. I knew the course and it was hilly (ok, hilly for Dallas standards) and I was tired and I just kept ticking off the miles. It's funny how in a full marathon I don't start walking until like mile 16 or 17 but in a half, I'm "done" by mile 7. Isn't that funny how that works?
We finally got to mile 9 and I knew exactly where the route was headed and just told myself "run hard to the end of Swiss" (which I tend to forget is the longest effing street ever). I kept playing games with myself until around mile 12 where I started trying to pick people off (I never ever do that--maybe I should?). My legs just hurt. My mind was totally ready to kick butt, but, my legs just wouldn't do what I told them to. So, I just picked them up as fast as I could and ran, ran, ran.
I crossed the finish line a minute under my goal and a minute over my PR, so, I consider that a huge win because if I'd been better prepared I could have totally PR'ed. (and a PR on that course would have made me super duper happy)
After the finish I got showered and changed (yes, they had showers!) and we cheered Sam into the finish. Then we went to lunch where I managed to kill a large quesadilla and am pretty sure I'll never need to eat again. (but I made cookies last night and ate 3...and had 2 with breakfast...soo...)
It was a tough run for everyone, and although I had my doubts about it the entire time, I'm pleased with my time and how I ran all things considered.
One last long run before OKC! Whoot! And then, perhaps, sleep...? (doubtful)
PS. Have I mentioned Boston??! I seriously need a sedative because I am so excited about Boston and even though I won't get to see the race, I'm still going to be around for all the festivities and the atmosphere. Ohhh Boston!
Saturday was lazy Target trips and getting gas for the 70th time this week (damn commuting). Oh, and I somehow managed to throw away half of my Sephora purchases because I grabbed the bag and chucked it without checking what was still inside. I'm obviously a genius. And really pissed off. (would you judge me if I said that I actually looked in the outside trashcan for it this morning?)
Anyways! So, the race. It was the Big D Texas Marathon and started at Fair Park in Dallas and then went up to the lake, yada yada, you know the drill because I run this route all the freaking time and yap about it all the freaking time. Since I did not taper and have been totally exhausted, I knew I was in for hurt because a) I was exhausted and b) hilly course and c) well, I wasn't really feelin' it. Oh well. Suck it up, run! (I haven't run a half since December and just wasn't feeling 13.1--but was not ready for 26.2 either!)
I was running for Operation Jack and that always gives me the kick in the pants I need. Even if this time it was a kick in the shorts. Haven't raced in shorts since August! Ugh, Texas.
We met up with Sam before the race and then I went off to find Kristi and hang with her because we were going to stay together until the full and half split. We had a bit of trouble finding a good place to "start" at the start line because there weren't corrals and it was obviously crowded. We found a place kind of in the middle of the pack and that seemed to work just fine--we weren't flying out the get go and we weren't passing people to find a pace. Worked fine.
So, we're runnin' along and chatting and I'm telling her she can do this (event though I'm about ready to just turn around and go home) when all of the sudden out of nowhere this runner comes up behind us like a bat out of hell and nearly knocks Kristi over trying to shove past her (it wasn't that crowded!) and screams "excuse me, fast runner coming through, fast runner! I'm faster than you--MOVE!". To which, we're both horrified because, hello, rude. Yeah man, I get passed all the time and I do not care, but, d0n't be all rude and b*tchy about it. If you're really that concerned about the .5 second it took to dramatically pass us, get up to the front of the pack before the start. Sheesh.
Mind you, this less than one mile into the race. Sheesh.
So, we spent the rest of the time joking about how fast we were and how we are totally going to qualify for Boston (maybe in our dreams). So, although the fast runner was super rude, she did give us a good 45 minutes of entertainment.
We split around mile 4 and I cheered her on as I could see her charging up a hill as I went the other way (sad!) and I just kept pulling. I had no delusions of a PR and that was good. I knew the course and it was hilly (ok, hilly for Dallas standards) and I was tired and I just kept ticking off the miles. It's funny how in a full marathon I don't start walking until like mile 16 or 17 but in a half, I'm "done" by mile 7. Isn't that funny how that works?
We finally got to mile 9 and I knew exactly where the route was headed and just told myself "run hard to the end of Swiss" (which I tend to forget is the longest effing street ever). I kept playing games with myself until around mile 12 where I started trying to pick people off (I never ever do that--maybe I should?). My legs just hurt. My mind was totally ready to kick butt, but, my legs just wouldn't do what I told them to. So, I just picked them up as fast as I could and ran, ran, ran.
I crossed the finish line a minute under my goal and a minute over my PR, so, I consider that a huge win because if I'd been better prepared I could have totally PR'ed. (and a PR on that course would have made me super duper happy)
After the finish I got showered and changed (yes, they had showers!) and we cheered Sam into the finish. Then we went to lunch where I managed to kill a large quesadilla and am pretty sure I'll never need to eat again. (but I made cookies last night and ate 3...and had 2 with breakfast...soo...)
It was a tough run for everyone, and although I had my doubts about it the entire time, I'm pleased with my time and how I ran all things considered.
One last long run before OKC! Whoot! And then, perhaps, sleep...? (doubtful)
PS. Have I mentioned Boston??! I seriously need a sedative because I am so excited about Boston and even though I won't get to see the race, I'm still going to be around for all the festivities and the atmosphere. Ohhh Boston!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Frivolous Friday
Nothing really though provoking going on here today--other than the fact that I'm pretty sure time is standing still. Yep, it is. Not 3 minutes have passed since I last looked at the clock. Maybe it's getting up at 4:50 AM to run? Probably (7.5 miles today kids--also, a stupid way to taper for 13.1 on Sunday, but, we never claimed I was smart). It also doesn't help that half my team is out today, so, I'm just sending off e-mails and files to a boatload of out of office responses. Lucky bastards.
Moving on.
A few randoms for our Friday afternoon....
Why is it that Reese Witherspoon just gets cuter as she gets older? She's what 32 (?) and doesn't look a day over 23. Lucky brat. I'd really like to get a copy of her DNA or something to cash in on this reverse aging thing she's got going on.
Remember how months ago I had these awesome ideas of a tropical vacation for our anniversary this year? Yeah, not going to happen (I have a new job and thus zero vacation time and the husband is still unemployed). Which is sad because I bought several new swimsuits for the occasion. Even more ironic? I bought them in January. The day that it was like -15 degrees out. Back when I still lived in a delusional land in which I could fit into a bathing suit come June.
Because I puffy heart love, love, loved Catalina so much (totally wear my Catalina shirt to sleep on a regular basis) I really want to get into more trail runs and stuff. This is a problem because I live in Texas and our winters are wet and summers and death, so, our trail running season is like May and November. Not May through November, just those two months. Or, if they do exist in the summer, they start at midnight. I don't think I need to explain why I don't want to run an ultra that starts at midnight.
Anyways, enter, the Leadville Heavy Half. I have a strange obsession with all things Lance Armstrong (who rode the Leadville 100 last year) and all things Colorado. Combine the two and oh boy, I'm excited. However, the Leadville 100 is in August (and the same weekend of Pike's Peak and the bro in law's wedding) but, they have the half and the marathon in July. Obvious take a few days off and go to Colorado for our anniversary. Only the husband isn't having it. I guess it's not a very romantic vacation if I have to spend the majority of it limping around, right?
I currently have a major lust item: my very own LV bag. I don't own one, but, I feel that I desperately need one (even though I have a perfectly good bag right now). I managed to fight the urge in college (read: could not afford one) (not that I can really afford one now, but, that's not the point!) when I was surrounded by 10,000 sorority girls with their fancy bags, but, now, a few years later, I think that I need one. To prove I'm a grown up and all. Because who doesn't love soft buttery leather? That's what I thought.
The sis in law and I have a date night tonight since the husband is out of town. We tried to do that last weekend, but, I think we ended up watching TV shows he hates and then I was asleep by 9:30 because I had to run 20 terrible miles the next morning. Tonight we're going shopping and I have no plans of cooking dinner (I made us enchiladas last week). And am currently drooling over the thought of Cheesecake Factory bread.
Yum.
Seriously, time is standing still! Just want to go home.
My poor boxer boy had a weird scab thing pop this morning and now my house looks like a scene from CSI. I shoved a Band-Aid on his head which he was none to thrilled about. He doesn't seem to be in pain, it's just icky. (am fairly certain Ella Mae accidentally nicked him while playing)
I swear, you'd think those dang four leggeds were actual humans they way we treat them. I don't care, I love them and I don't have human kids right now anyway.
OK, that's all I've got for today. I have a lovely day of sleeping in tomorrow and then a race on Sunday. Sleeping in means pancakes!
Hope y'all have a happy weekend! (and eat some pancakes too!)
Moving on.
A few randoms for our Friday afternoon....
Why is it that Reese Witherspoon just gets cuter as she gets older? She's what 32 (?) and doesn't look a day over 23. Lucky brat. I'd really like to get a copy of her DNA or something to cash in on this reverse aging thing she's got going on.
Remember how months ago I had these awesome ideas of a tropical vacation for our anniversary this year? Yeah, not going to happen (I have a new job and thus zero vacation time and the husband is still unemployed). Which is sad because I bought several new swimsuits for the occasion. Even more ironic? I bought them in January. The day that it was like -15 degrees out. Back when I still lived in a delusional land in which I could fit into a bathing suit come June.
Because I puffy heart love, love, loved Catalina so much (totally wear my Catalina shirt to sleep on a regular basis) I really want to get into more trail runs and stuff. This is a problem because I live in Texas and our winters are wet and summers and death, so, our trail running season is like May and November. Not May through November, just those two months. Or, if they do exist in the summer, they start at midnight. I don't think I need to explain why I don't want to run an ultra that starts at midnight.
Anyways, enter, the Leadville Heavy Half. I have a strange obsession with all things Lance Armstrong (who rode the Leadville 100 last year) and all things Colorado. Combine the two and oh boy, I'm excited. However, the Leadville 100 is in August (and the same weekend of Pike's Peak and the bro in law's wedding) but, they have the half and the marathon in July. Obvious take a few days off and go to Colorado for our anniversary. Only the husband isn't having it. I guess it's not a very romantic vacation if I have to spend the majority of it limping around, right?
I currently have a major lust item: my very own LV bag. I don't own one, but, I feel that I desperately need one (even though I have a perfectly good bag right now). I managed to fight the urge in college (read: could not afford one) (not that I can really afford one now, but, that's not the point!) when I was surrounded by 10,000 sorority girls with their fancy bags, but, now, a few years later, I think that I need one. To prove I'm a grown up and all. Because who doesn't love soft buttery leather? That's what I thought.
The sis in law and I have a date night tonight since the husband is out of town. We tried to do that last weekend, but, I think we ended up watching TV shows he hates and then I was asleep by 9:30 because I had to run 20 terrible miles the next morning. Tonight we're going shopping and I have no plans of cooking dinner (I made us enchiladas last week). And am currently drooling over the thought of Cheesecake Factory bread.
Yum.
Seriously, time is standing still! Just want to go home.
My poor boxer boy had a weird scab thing pop this morning and now my house looks like a scene from CSI. I shoved a Band-Aid on his head which he was none to thrilled about. He doesn't seem to be in pain, it's just icky. (am fairly certain Ella Mae accidentally nicked him while playing)
I swear, you'd think those dang four leggeds were actual humans they way we treat them. I don't care, I love them and I don't have human kids right now anyway.
OK, that's all I've got for today. I have a lovely day of sleeping in tomorrow and then a race on Sunday. Sleeping in means pancakes!
Hope y'all have a happy weekend! (and eat some pancakes too!)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I ran 9.4 miles this morning
Just to prove how crazy I really am. (which, was there any doubt that I was loony?)
I also weighed myself. Big mistake.
Good thing I just signed up for a gym membership (first time I've paid for one in 6 years!) and have a free fitness consultation. Maybe my new "fitness consultant" can finally help me drop these damn 15 (yikes!!!!) pounds.
By June. Because I want to look pretty for our 5 year anniversary dinner (yep, no vacation for us this year. AGAIN. Bitter as hell).
Oh, and, I got in to work early. Early. How? How is that even possible? I'm still not sure.
(because it takes a long time for this slow poke to run 9.4 miles)
But, whatever. 9.4 miles!!! That's more than a 15k!
Heck.yes.
I also weighed myself. Big mistake.
Good thing I just signed up for a gym membership (first time I've paid for one in 6 years!) and have a free fitness consultation. Maybe my new "fitness consultant" can finally help me drop these damn 15 (yikes!!!!) pounds.
By June. Because I want to look pretty for our 5 year anniversary dinner (yep, no vacation for us this year. AGAIN. Bitter as hell).
Oh, and, I got in to work early. Early. How? How is that even possible? I'm still not sure.
(because it takes a long time for this slow poke to run 9.4 miles)
But, whatever. 9.4 miles!!! That's more than a 15k!
Heck.yes.
Monday, April 5, 2010
"Anita, I need ya!"
Or, also titled "the random things we use to keep going on a 20 miler"
Oh.my.hell. Can I just tell you how freaking hard this last 20 miler was? Because it.was.in-tense. Honestly, I've already forgotten bits of it because it was so traumatizing. I am not kidding.
I guess I had it coming. A great 20 miler going into Cowtown, a 13 minute PR at Cowtown, an awesome run in Catalina--I obviously had it coming.
I don't know if I overestimated myself or underestimated the course or a combination of both--either way, it was one of those not so subtle reminders that hey, running isn't always perfect. Or even enjoyable. But, I think conquering those really hard runs (and races) makes you that much better. Even if I could hardly walk the remainder of the day.
It wasn't all bad. We had some fun too.
We got on TV. Thank God no one I know would be up at that hour on a Saturday to see me doing jumping jacks in Victory Park!
We ran into a bike race (and they were friendly!).
We ran around The Grassy Knoll.
We had to hunt for bathrooms.
We debated with a lady in a fancy pants neighborhood as to if we would jump out in the middle of the bike race or not (the answer was 'not').
We bitched at the hills.
We became slightly delusional as we fell apart around mile 17. As long as we could make it to Anita St, we were home free (it was the second to last turn on our course). I love Anita.
And I realized I am not going to PR at OKC.
And you know what? It's been a hard realization, but, I think accepting that right now is a good thing. I won't be disappointed when I fail miserably. I'm looking forward to seeing friends, old and new, having fun with my DRC buddies and enjoying a race. So what if it takes me way longer than I had hoped, that's OK. After all, it's been a busy few weeks, and will only get busier--I can't expect to run awesome. OH WELL!
Maybe I'll run Tulsa in November and PR there--who knows!
So, I've got a half this weekend (yay!) and then will run off after the race and teach Sunday School (since I'll be gone every other Sunday this month and had no good excuse for not being available to teach this week!). Don't worry, I'll shower first! Yikes. And then, OKC! Whoot!
(basically, I'm Sam's personal stalker)
I can't believe I'm another 20 miler down and ready for another marathon. OK, "ready" might have been an overstatement! Bwhwhahaha.
What did you do this weekend?
Oh.my.hell. Can I just tell you how freaking hard this last 20 miler was? Because it.was.in-tense. Honestly, I've already forgotten bits of it because it was so traumatizing. I am not kidding.
I guess I had it coming. A great 20 miler going into Cowtown, a 13 minute PR at Cowtown, an awesome run in Catalina--I obviously had it coming.
I don't know if I overestimated myself or underestimated the course or a combination of both--either way, it was one of those not so subtle reminders that hey, running isn't always perfect. Or even enjoyable. But, I think conquering those really hard runs (and races) makes you that much better. Even if I could hardly walk the remainder of the day.
It wasn't all bad. We had some fun too.
We got on TV. Thank God no one I know would be up at that hour on a Saturday to see me doing jumping jacks in Victory Park!
We ran into a bike race (and they were friendly!).
We ran around The Grassy Knoll.
We had to hunt for bathrooms.
We debated with a lady in a fancy pants neighborhood as to if we would jump out in the middle of the bike race or not (the answer was 'not').
We bitched at the hills.
We became slightly delusional as we fell apart around mile 17. As long as we could make it to Anita St, we were home free (it was the second to last turn on our course). I love Anita.
And I realized I am not going to PR at OKC.
And you know what? It's been a hard realization, but, I think accepting that right now is a good thing. I won't be disappointed when I fail miserably. I'm looking forward to seeing friends, old and new, having fun with my DRC buddies and enjoying a race. So what if it takes me way longer than I had hoped, that's OK. After all, it's been a busy few weeks, and will only get busier--I can't expect to run awesome. OH WELL!
Maybe I'll run Tulsa in November and PR there--who knows!
So, I've got a half this weekend (yay!) and then will run off after the race and teach Sunday School (since I'll be gone every other Sunday this month and had no good excuse for not being available to teach this week!). Don't worry, I'll shower first! Yikes. And then, OKC! Whoot!
(basically, I'm Sam's personal stalker)
I can't believe I'm another 20 miler down and ready for another marathon. OK, "ready" might have been an overstatement! Bwhwhahaha.
What did you do this weekend?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Damn this spring forward nonsense
Now I realize the time change was a few weeks ago--I'm aware. But, it doesn't change the fact that I loathe running in the dark. And yes, it's still dark when I'm running. Albeit, the sun is starting to come up, but, it's not August so I'm not running with the sunrise. Gah.
Anyways, in the fall and winter, I run with a nerdy headlamp. I haven't busted that baby out again because goshdarnit it's spring and I won't be subjected to fall and winter technology. It's not pitch black out, so, it's OK. And I wear my little blinky light of course.
Today, running with the headlamp would have been a good idea.
Ya know how I know?
Because I have a bruised hip and two scraped up and bloody hands to show for it.
Yep, my friends, I totally ate it on a rough patch on a sidewalk (Sam, I run on the sidewalk!) and went head over heels into a crumbled mess into someone's lawn! It was gorgeous, I'm sure.
Ick. And I still had a 1/4 mile to finish up!
But! But! Because I'm awesome, I sucked it up and finished up. Sore hip and all.
My hands still hurt. But, I'm totally hardcore.
(also, I didn't turn my living room lights on right away and managed to step on my cat when I got home from my run. Obviously, today is off to a great start. But I have lunch with my favorite work ladies so that makes it all better)
How's your day going?
Anyways, in the fall and winter, I run with a nerdy headlamp. I haven't busted that baby out again because goshdarnit it's spring and I won't be subjected to fall and winter technology. It's not pitch black out, so, it's OK. And I wear my little blinky light of course.
Today, running with the headlamp would have been a good idea.
Ya know how I know?
Because I have a bruised hip and two scraped up and bloody hands to show for it.
Yep, my friends, I totally ate it on a rough patch on a sidewalk (Sam, I run on the sidewalk!) and went head over heels into a crumbled mess into someone's lawn! It was gorgeous, I'm sure.
Ick. And I still had a 1/4 mile to finish up!
But! But! Because I'm awesome, I sucked it up and finished up. Sore hip and all.
My hands still hurt. But, I'm totally hardcore.
(also, I didn't turn my living room lights on right away and managed to step on my cat when I got home from my run. Obviously, today is off to a great start. But I have lunch with my favorite work ladies so that makes it all better)
How's your day going?
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