Kate’s dad passed away last night, after an unexpected and rushed trip to the hospital last week. It’s a very sad day for the Herd.
Archive for May, 2010
Oh I SO did not want to get up this morning! I went to bed early but was jarred awake at 1:30 and then again at 3:30. When the (first) alarm went off at 5:08 I was really not feeling it. Of course when my second alarm (from the kitchen) went off at 5:22, well, there’s really no choice but to get out of bed, is there?
I stood in the kitchen in my underwear for a bit, rubbing my eyes like I was Cindy Lou Who or some shit. And then I just did. I brushed my teeth, pull my hair into a ponytail, got dressed and went for a run.
I’m so glad I did! Well, duh. I mean who finishes a workout and then says “Damn I wish I hadn’t done that!” Right.
I got some news last night that kind of shook me up. It shook Patrick up too. It sat in my stomach for the rest of the night, until I went to bed, and when I woke up this morning. I’m sad about it for both selfish and non-selfish reasons. And the only one thing I can do is hope that it all works out.
Hope. Seriously, that’s all I got on that one.
Everyone bailed on our Memorial Day cook out and, whatever, less cooking and more pool for me. Actually, tomorrow’s not supposed to be the best weather of the weekend so we’re going to head to Arlington cemetery tomorrow and while Patrick is golfing on Sunday morning I’m going to be a sloth by the pool (after a workout)(and while wearing sunscreen). Sunday evening we’re going to a cookout and all I have to do is bring a dessert. Easy peasy!
I found a great new blog but I can’t read it. I tried to get over it but I can’t, because I am a total and complete asshole. An asshole who can’t deal with jealously or cope with her own reality sometimes. The profile on the blog reads:
I ditched my corporate job in Chicago and moved to San Diego without a job, without a car, without a home, and with very little money. I sought sunshine, adventure, and good running… and that is exactly what I found!
See? I’m an asshole. I can’t read it, it hurts too much.
Well of course after posting about how tired I’ve been, today I feel SO much better! So much better than I have in days, maybe a week. You know what I think it is?
The friggin run jog, that’s what.
It shouldn’t really be surprising. As a former gym rat – spending 3 to 4 hours a day at the gym – it’s no wonder that my body hates it when I don’t workout, whether it’s lifting weights, hitting the elliptical, or going for a jog. When I don’t exercise I feel tired and a little depressed.
Of course there are times when you just can’t or shouldn’t work out (see again: bladder, needles, icy hot) but the bottom line is, working out = feeling good.
Lesson learned remembered.
When I was in high school I used to set the alarm on my dresser, on the other side of the room. This forced me to get out of bed to turn it off. I usually jumped out of bed with my eyes closed, hit snooze, and then snuggled back under the covers for 9 minutes. It was still a better attempt than keeping it on the nightstand.
Last night I set the alarm on my nightstand as I usually do. Then I set the alarm on my phone for 10 minutes later and purposely left it in the kitchen. Now people, that is the way to get your ass out of bed for a morning run!
So it turns out that my running route is actually 3.2 miles and not 3.5. This actually makes more sense, given my ability two weeks ago to run it in 30 minutes despite my general running suckitude. Still, that’s a 5k which means I can say “oh yeah, I can run a 5k” which for some reason pleases me.
Truth be told, I hadn’t been out for a run in over a week. Feeling like dirt was seriously cramping my workout style. I was nervous when I headed out this morning, certain that my endurance would be completely shot. Guess what? It was no problem at all and actually I think I could have pushed it at least another half mile with little effort! You know what my trick was?
I went slooooow.
That was my game plan when I set out. I figured it’s been a while (relatively speaking) since I had run and I didn’t want to stop or walk, I was just going to take it slow.
It worked like a charm! I enjoyed every minute of this run jog! I never worried about how far out I was, how much time had passed, or even the dreaded last incline. I just…jogged. I felt great at the end even though it took me 35 minutes to go 3.2 miles.
I won’t be winning any races, obviously, but I think I just found my stride.
Something is up and I don’t know what it is. Lately I am so tired that by 4:00 in the afternoon I am ready for bed.
I just want to sleeeeeeep. Sleep, sleep, sleep.
I don’t know what’s causing this exhaustion – I guess it could be hormonal? Or dietary? Stress? Whatever the reason, I am seriously over it.
Summer is coming and the weather is nice, the days are longer and lighter, and I miss having energy.
It’s 4:30 and I want nothing more than to talk myself out of the gym.
I don’t have time for a real post right now, but…. RIGHT?!
(wordpress is such an asshole it won’t even let me embed video that’s hosted somewhere else?!)
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I was going to attempt to give a proper recap of my awesome birthday weekend, but I’m suddenly flooded with stupid shit like work. GAWD. Well let’s work backwards:
Saturday night, after a day at the wineries, Patrick dropped off our friends and took me to the store. Let’s just say I no longer have iPhone envy because I got the HTC Droid Incredible! HOLY SHIZ! I will dedicate a post to my new toy later. It was a very exciting trip, especially since I was buzzed.
Saturday morning started off with me asking what I should wear because I still didn’t know where we were going. I was finally let in on the trip to the wineries.
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The first and favorite stop was Barrel Oak Winery, where they market themselves as being “Kid and Pet Friendly” and suggest that you “Bring you dog!” and “let them off leash!”
I mean, really, is there any way I could not possibly love this place??
It was absolutely gorgeous. They also invite you to buy a bottle of wine and go sit out among the vines for a picnic. Seriously. Breathtaking.
I have a feeling we’ll be heading back sometime very soon.