I think I’ll remember my own LIFE

I had a bunch of things I wanted to talk about today…but I honestly can’t remember what it was.  I know that it was going to be an angry rant about football last night.  ARGH.  And about how insanely tired my legs are at the end of the day after walking all day and then running a few miles.  I hope this gets better by the time I start really training for the next half marathon…b/c I’m having issues getting my legs to run the distances lately.  It’s pathetic.

And I had a funny story about the a stupid bug biting me today on my run.  Blah! 

However, I don’t feel like expanding on any of these things…so…I’m going to go drink a milkshake…and here’s a boring recap:

• Eagles…you suck.  That is all I have to say about you.  However, Redskins…yay beating Dallas!
• The mosquito that bit my ass while I was running…you suck.  Because now it itches.
• My calf muscles should be freaking made of steel by the time I finish this rotation. 
• yumm….chocolate milkshake.

It’s 5:30 in the morning. I woke up a little late so I’m rushing around to leave on time.  I walk into the bedroom and see Oscar on the floor…gnawing on a wrapped peppermint.  (How the hell does the get these things?  I freaking keep them on the dining room table…there is no way he can get up there).  ARGH!  I yell at him to drop it (my neighbors must LOVE me) and rush forward to pick it up before he decides to try and sneak off with it. 

And run straight into the end table I have at the foot of my bed (my ghetto version of a set of steps Oscar uses to get into the bed).  I have no idea how an end table did this but I now have a 6″ long gash on my leg and knee that is bleeding profusely and my knee is already turning black and blue.  Lovely.

I yell again (this time in pain) and sit down quickly on the end table.  Then the alarm on my phone goes off reminding me its time to leave and I don’t have time to be sitting down. 

I do my best imitation of jumping back off the table (trying not to use my one leg) and speed hobble into the bathroom to grab some stuff to clean and bandage my leg with, pick up my shoes and socks and run out the front door and step on a slug.  In my bare feet. 

Ran back inside and cleaned my feet in the sink slipped on some flip flops and ran out the door again. 

Arrive at work with 6 minutes to badge in.  I put on my socks and safety shoes, open the door, and a torrential downpour begins.  Manage to find the umbrella in my back seat, grab a hoodie from the trunk and sprint (ignoring the knee) the quarter mile (slightly farther than that but not much) to the gate and badge in with 22 seconds to spare. 

After work, my knee was still sore but walking around on it all day helped a lot so I went for another short run (supposed to be having rain storms and tornadoes all weekend so didn’t want to get caught in those) and got caught in another rain storm.

I finished my run, got in the car, drove straight to Kroger’s and picked up some ice cream and beer.

It’s been one of those days. 

As much as I enjoy teasing my friends for their fashion choices (actually…it’s just the one friend) I fully admit I’m not always at my sartorial best.  I have three different “tiers” of clothes.  First…my work clothes, then my casual clothes for the weekend, and then my running clothes.  I manage to always wear clean clothes that are ironed and match…but that’s pretty much all the effort I make.  I’m also not the type to have fun accessories that make clothes into an “outfit”…not that I could wear them at work if I had them.

However, I do make an effort not to mix my “tiers” of clothing.  I don’t wear my running clothes to work, and I don’t wear work clothes to go running (etc, etc).  This morning I was getting dressed in the semi-dark (who the hell wants to turn all the lights on at 5 in the morning?) and grabbed my navy khakis and my blue-greenish shirt from Ann Taylor (it matched…I swear!).  I thought the shirt was fitting funny, but didn’t really want to make the effort to think about it.  So I kept it on and just headed out to work.

Then, I got to work and walked into the MC where all the lights were on full power…and…realized I was wearing my favorite running shirt…not my Ann Taylor shirt.  And it’s quite obviously a running shirt.  My bad.  Lucky I had a sweater to wear over it all day.  Idiot. 

I also had my “long” run today and accomplished a super cool feat…but…my long run turned into a super short run.  Should I be worried that the longest run I’ve done in like 3 weeks is about 3 miles?  Pathetic. 

However, the cool thing I managed to accomplish? Was probably the exact opposite of cool. 

In sophomore year of high school, I learned how to spit with amazing skill while on the soccer team (seriously…our team was so bad…that our greatest skill was our ability to spit).  I actually beat most of the boys on the boy’s soccer team in spitting contests (and I had boyfriends how?).  Anyways…I seriously am an awesome spitter.  And although I’m not as skilled as I used to be (I haven’t had as much practice as I used to) I can still get some decent distance (I’m so not a girl…). 

So…I’m running along and really needed to spit.  I gather it up in my mouth, purse my lips and put my teeth in the correct position…and let fly.  Right down the front of my shirt.  I actually spit directly onto my boob.  I can’t remember the last time I did something that stupid. 

Even worse…I did it in front of my super hot running crush.  Sigh.  I’m such an ass. 

I guess that will teach me not to spit in public

So…hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. 

My Friday was interesting.  I had to go to the second half of the symposium.  Thursday was all about etiquette, and Friday was team building.  We did a Ravenchase teambuilding activity and it was SO MUCH FUN!  If there is a Ravenchase in your area…totally do it!  It was basically a scavenger type hunt all around the city and I had an awesome team and it was just so much fun.  I’m thinking of doing their St. Patrick’s day Pub Crawl one. 

It was also a friend’s birthday that night and this friend does not like getting older.  In fact she takes it as a personal insult about how she has failed at life.  Whatever.  Annoying as hell. 

So…she asked me to drive that night so she could get drunk on her birthday.  Because I am of the firm belief that every birthday celebrant should be able to get as toasted as they want…I agreed.  However, this is also the same person that on TWO seperate occasions has thrown up in my car.  (I am also of the opinion that by the time you are in your late twenties and older you should have enough control of yourself to not throw up in a CAR (especially one that is not yours) !!!!).  So, I agreed to drive, but only if we took iher car that night so if any throwing up occurred…it wouldn’t really bother me.

Good plan on my part.  We didn’t even make it 3 hours in the bar before she was throwing up in the bathroom.  Ok…seriously…learn to PACE YOURSELF!

So…I drove her home (stopping twice for her to throw up) and was back home by about 10:45 that night.  That is my pathetic Friday night. 

The one good thing about Friday night is J got engaged!  So…CONGRATS!!!  As did my cousin A.  (I can already picture my mom trying to figure out why I’m still single…). 

I then proceeded to sleep about FIFTEEN HOURS through Saturday.  (I was apparently crazy tired?).  I woke up for about 10 minutes around 7 to take Oscar out and went right back to bed.  I didn’t even get out of bed again until around 4 that afternoon.  Yeah…I am insanely lazy.  Needless to say…I didn’t do my long run that day.

Sunday was the 5k.  I ended up just walked with my two friends.  Well…I walked with the one friend…the other one decided we were walking to slow for her (or she was just pisseed at us…not really sure which) and kept trying to walk ahead of us.  So we finally just let her. 

Either way, it was a nice, relaxing afternoon.  I needed it. 

However, since I didn’t run on Saturday, I now have to run today and tomorrow.  I plan to do an easy run today (my legs are tired from work today) and my longer run tomorrow.  I will hopefully be back on schedule then. 

So…I’m off on my run now.  Enjoy the week!

I’m writing this from my phone so don’t mock the mistakes (I’m looking at you J). I also have no idea how to format the post on this thing…so enkoy the run on paragraph. My etiquette lessons went well yesterday. I apparently eat very well in the “continental style”. I never knew I HAD an eating style…but whatever. I rock at it so that’s all that matters. I also learned I am hideously unprofessional bc I don’t wear make-up to work. I have yet to find any eye make-up I can wear for longer than few hours that doesn’t make my eyeballs want to fall out from itching so bad. It’s apparently more professional to spend all day rubbing my eyes and letting them water than it is to just not wear the make-up. WHATEVER! Oh! I also bought a dress for the wedding! And some super cute shoes thaat I think will cause me to break at least one ankle but they just looked PERFECT with the dress that I’ll just accept a broken ankle (It can give me a break from running haha). Anyways…tired of typing like this and the meeting is starting…so peace!

In the past 3 days I have drunk more coffee than I had in a year.  I’m not a fan of being up at 5 every morning. 

Apparently neither is Oscar.  We are having some MAJOR issues getting him accustomed to my schedule.  Walks and such have been TORTURE.  Argh.  I wish I could sit him down and just tell him to go when I say to go.  Sigh. 

Luckily, tomorrow and Friday I am supposed to go to a symposium instead of my normal work, and I don’t have to get there until 8:00…which means I get to SLEEP IN (it’s so not fair that I consider 6:30 sleeping in…sigh).  Unluckily, this symposium consists of etiquette lessons and then “practices” at lunch.  Seriously?  ETIQUETTE LESSONS?????  They actually hired an outside source to come in and teach us etiquette.  Oh goodness. 

Anyways, my legs are finally feeling a little better today.  I mentioned how my legs cramped up real badly on Monday and I decided not to go running that evening.  I’m kind of kicking myself now.  My legs were still really sore and tight on Tuesday but I forced myself to go running.  And it helped SO MUCH!  I didn’t go far (yeah…my legs felt like dead weights they were so tired) but I forced myself to run about 3 miles.  And today…my legs felt FANTASTIC! 

I guess running helped release all the crappy lactic acid (or something…).  My legs weren’t sore at all today while walking the floor.  It was amazing.

Also…the sleep probably helped.  I passed out around 7:30 last night.  I’m pretty sure I fell asleep before my 3 year old nephew.  However, I didn’t spend the entire day yawning or feeling like I was going to fall asleep (I can’t decide if that was due to the 3 cups of coffee I consumed this morning…or if it was due to all the sleep I got).  Either way…it wasn’t awful. 

I’m hoping to do a longer run tomorrow and Saturday, and then do the 5k on Sunday.  I’m doing the 5k with a couple of non-running friends so I can’t decide if I want to walk it with them or try and run it on my own.  I guess I’ll see how I feel that morning. 

Also…if anyone has a fun lifting routine they want to share please pass it on.  I need to start trying to do that on my non-running days.  I’m bored with the resistance bands and pilates.  Or if you have any other suggestions that would be fantastic!

Last week was the first week in long time that I actually ran all my days!  Yes…all of four of them haha.  (I’m also slightly embarassed at how excited I am over that lame feat).  Whatevs.

I also started my new position today and I now remember why I hate safety shoes so much.

Holy cramping calves!

I got spoiled in my last position.  I spent the majority of my time either in my square space or my lab and no safety shoes were required.  The times I went to the plant were usually only for an hour or two and the shoes never bothered me too much.  However, since I’m on the MC’s floor all day, I’m required to wear them. 

My legs were still sore from my long run on Sunday (if you can call 6 miles a long run?), but no worse than normal.  However, walking in the ridiculously heavy shoes (where all the weight is at the freaking toe) on the hard floor for 9 hours was apparently more than my legs could handle.  My calf muscles felt REALLY tight and sore today and the minute I took off the shoes they started cramping like crazy.  Ouch!

I had intended to do a short run tonight…but I’m not entirely sure my legs will support that endeavor.

I now intend to rest tonight and go running tomorrow (even if my legs are cramping).

This will also hopefully help me to fall asleep early tonight since I have to be at work by freaking 6:30 in the morning (oy…an entire year of waking up that early is so not exciting).   But at least I should be out by 3:30 in the afternoon.  (Yay running outside in the winter without fearing the dark!)

I’m alreaady planning my training schedule for the half marathon (which I plan to start sometime in January?).  I guess I’ll see what I come up with.  Suggestions are always welcome

Anyways, after my first day, my brain feels like mush.  So, I’m pretty sure this post is almost entirely incoherent (or whatever the word is) so I’m going to go eat and sit on my couch.  Sounds like a plan.  Hope everyone has a lovely week!

I have come to the conclusion I am entirely pathetic.  I am exhausted lately!  Not even sure why.  Seriously…this is how bad I am.  I was sitting on my couch eating my dinner a little later than usual, and I was just drinking a beer with my food.  My beer made me feel tipsy (um…I can’t remember the last time that ONE beer made me feel tipsy) and I seriously passed out.  The next thing I know I’m waking up at 4 in the morning on MY COUCH.  WTF????

Seriously…ONE BEER.  And not even a beer with a high alcoholic content.  Seriously.  I am pathetic. 

Not only am I a pathetic drinker…I am also apparently a pathetic runner.  I was running the other day in the park plodding along at my slow pace (which is actually faster than it used to be!)…and I come across a guy running and pushing his little boy in a stroller.  Because my mp3 player was STILL uncharged (yeah…I’m pathetic AND lazy…sigh) I could hear every word they said. 

The little boy got excited to see me coming and pointed and yelled…”Look dad! Another runner!”.  Aww…what a cute kid.  Until the dad said, “No, son…she’s just a jogger…she’s too slow to be a runner” (and yes…there was EMPHASIS on the word runner).  And the little boy says, “yeah, she is really slow.  I bet you could beat her REAL easy”. 

So…I wasn’t really insulted by this guy’s comments (or the little kid’s respnse…sigh).  I’m not all that concerned about what some random “runner” thinks of me.  I was actually more amused at how SERIOUS he was about this distinction.  But, it did make me wonder…what is a runner? 

Is there some magic speed I have to cross in order to be a considered a runner?  If so…is there also a certain distance I have to be able to run at this speed for it to count?  So…if I were to run 100m in 9 seconds (also setting a world record :-P)…would I be a runner…or would he just call me a sprinter?  Do I need to maintain this pace for a mile (or a 5k, 10k, etc) in order to be called a runner?  I’m just very curious at what point his label for me would switch to “runner”. 

Does anyone else make this distinction between jogger and runner?  And why does “jogger” have such a negative connotation to runners (at least to that particular runner)? 

The whole thing is just weird. 

But, I will be going for my run again tonight (or my jog if you will).  Maybe I’ll see the guy again and can ask for his input. 

I just came to the realization that I have to attend a wedding in Pittsburgh in like 3 weeks.  I haven’t even begun to think about how I will be getting there and even worse…WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR? (Yeah…pardon my girl moment there) 

I’m slightly confused at the dress code for this wedding.  It’s on a weekend.  And I’m pretty sure it’s late afternoonish  (I could totally be making that up).  But, it’s not going to be a normal reception.  They will be serving me breakfast instead of dinner that night.  What does one wear to a wedding where they will be serving breakfast at 7 in the evening?

Also…I’ve had to spend ridiculous amounts of money this month and I’m poor…and don’t really want to spend a lot of money on a new dress.  Plus I still have to pay for all my travel arrangements.  Blah!  Also…a gift.  Oy Vey.  Again…completely forgot about THAT! 

I hate weddings!  (That’s a lie…I actually really LIKE weddings…usually).  I just hate weddings that are far away and make me stressed out when I don’t need to be. 

Anyways, moving on.

I went running yesterday.  It was fun.  However, I had to run to the soundtrack of my breathing due to my mp3 player dying one song in.  Stupid stupid. 

All I have to say is…do I always sounds so wheezy and out of breath when I run?  I don’t feel like I’m actually out of breath…but seriously…I am the loudest breather ever!  I’m pretty sure the people at the beginning of the trail could hear me from like a mile away! 

Yet another thing the music allows me to ignore.  Also…must remember to charge mp3 player.

I’m also having weird mental blocks as I run.  I’ve gotten so used to running a mile and stopping and having to walk a mile…that now I just expect to do that.  Every time I get to a mile marker my mind is expecting to stop and walk.  I physically don’t really NEED to stop…but if I don’t…I get all out of whack and it takes me a minute to get back in stride (physically and mentally). 

It was a little frustrating last night as I was attempting to run.  I had to keep forcing myself to keep going. 

However, it just felt nice to be out there running again and actually feeling good while doing it.  Running always makes me feel like I can accomplish anything, even if all I’m trying to accomplish is a 3 mile run.  I’m not really sure how to explain it…but I just don’t feel right when I’m not running. 

First off…thank you for the amazing donation; person who apparently wishes to remain anonymous so I won’t say your name.  :-)  You rock!  And I’ll try not to call you a loser anymore

Secondly…is anyone else eating like a HORSE lately?  I swear I see food and I want it in my belly.  I’ve been SOOO hungry lately…and even worse…I’m super hungry…but not running very much.  If I keep this up I think I’ll be gaining about 20 lbs in a week.  (Ok…that’s an exaggeration…but still…need to stop this).  Today is going to be a running day.  Today MUST be a running day.

Thirdly (is that a word?)…I’ve also been insanely tired, yet unable to sleep.  I was up late Sunday (not on purpose) and then had to be in the office super early Monday.  I figured I would have no problems sleeping last night…but I was laying in bed until 2 or 3 in the morning.  And then overslept SUPER LATE this morning.  My bad.  I came strolling in to work a little late today (and when I say a little…I’m thinking it was probably about an hour or so…ugh).  Guess I’m going to be staying kind of late today.  Sigh. 

I’m hoping if I start running again…maybe my body will balance back out?  Oy vey.

Other than that, not too much is going on.  I start my new position on Monday…and I have STILL NOT talked to my new manager…so I have no idea where I’m supposed to be going, when I should be getting there (I’m not sure what shift they’re putting me on), and who I should be meeting.  Blah!  Starting to stress me out a little.  (Again…that’s a lie…it’s stressing me out A LOT!)

The morning was spent in the lab trying to hand off my projects…which pretty much was a huge drain of time. 

I’m just feeling completely stressed and overwhelmed with how quickly everything is moving after being so slow before.  I’m also VERY nervous about starting this new position because it’s so completely different than ANYTHING I’ve ever done before.  I keep thinking about what’s going to happen if I suck and I can’t do it. 

Seriously.  What is my problem?

Hope everyone else is having a lovely stress-free day/week. Anyone want to join me for a run this evening?