I was re-reading old posts and the petite crush on the ineligible bachelor? Crashed and burned. Thank God. He told me some things that made it very, VERY clear that I would never, NEVER want to go there. And for that I am thankful. We cna be friends but honestly, any thought that I might be interested in THAT way is long, long gone.
Good night for real.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
I think I'm back in College ...
... and I kind of like it.
First things first. Work sucks. Big time. Like, I postponed my Christmas party until things calm down at work big time. So while its sad, its for the best. I mean today, I was so tired that my bones hurt. There is no way that I could have put up the tree and put on a party in the style that my guests have grown accustomed to much less enjoyed said party for myself. So its sad.
Its sad that I'm postponing the party. Particularly for work. Particularly because I'm working for a jackass. But, as always, there is a silver lining: WSB's birthday party is the same night. But before we get to that ...
Last Friday I worked until a bit after nine and met friend from work, his gf and WSB out for a few drinks. Friend from work and his gf left and I went home with WSB. It was fun ... but I woke up at 10:30 in NYC and had a haircut in NYC at 11:30 so going home was NOT an option. Which would have been fine except I had to go to work right after my hair cut. So yeah. I'm 31 and I got my hair cut and then bought some random clothes at the Gap so that I wouldn't show up to work in the same clothes two days in a row ....
So, I fended off the guilt on Sunday. I mean I am 31. I'm mature and responsible and if I want to fool around a little, well ... I can. But on Monday the guilt was creeping up when ... WSB emailed. Nothign earth shattering but ... we email every day (mostly) and when we see eachother he generally asks me to go home with him. And, well, it reminds me of college. You'd chat and maybe be a bit flirty when you saw eachother during the week (and, er, maybe did a bit of harmless stalking. i don't want to get off on a tangent here but do you have any, ANY, idea how efficient I could have been at running into people if we had the technology that the kids have these days ... i mean, back in the day we knew people's schedules and when they might be walking where and when they might be sitting where in the dining hall but now, with text messages and IM it'd be seamless ... but, i digress).
So, Saturday, WSB is having a b'day party. And with my own party off, the logical thing ... but does that look obvious? He knows how busy I've been and why I've canceled my party and he knows I might come to his party but ... there are gonna be 50 people there. What if he has someone else that he goes home with ...? What if he choses her and I get sad? But then again, what if he would have chosen me if I had come ...
Ugg. Being a girl sucks sometimes.
But, yeah. It reminds me of college because we're talking during the week and then plotting to see eachother on the weekends (well, I'm plotting, don't know if he is) and getting drunk and hooking up ... SO, we'll see.
I'm trying, trying hard, to not get ahead of myself with this BUT with 1x and 2x they both basically professed their love and intention to marry me very, very early on in the relationship. And, well, I am currently unloved (at least by unrelated members of the opposite sex) and unmarried so maybe this approach ... the sort of slow (but physical) get to know you approach will work? It works on tv. And I can think of at least one real life couple that I know of where they were physical long, long before they were a 'couple.' So maybe it'll work, and hopefully even if it doesn't work it'll be fun ...??
So thats that. I'll try to keep you posted but life, well, its crazy!
First things first. Work sucks. Big time. Like, I postponed my Christmas party until things calm down at work big time. So while its sad, its for the best. I mean today, I was so tired that my bones hurt. There is no way that I could have put up the tree and put on a party in the style that my guests have grown accustomed to much less enjoyed said party for myself. So its sad.
Its sad that I'm postponing the party. Particularly for work. Particularly because I'm working for a jackass. But, as always, there is a silver lining: WSB's birthday party is the same night. But before we get to that ...
Last Friday I worked until a bit after nine and met friend from work, his gf and WSB out for a few drinks. Friend from work and his gf left and I went home with WSB. It was fun ... but I woke up at 10:30 in NYC and had a haircut in NYC at 11:30 so going home was NOT an option. Which would have been fine except I had to go to work right after my hair cut. So yeah. I'm 31 and I got my hair cut and then bought some random clothes at the Gap so that I wouldn't show up to work in the same clothes two days in a row ....
So, I fended off the guilt on Sunday. I mean I am 31. I'm mature and responsible and if I want to fool around a little, well ... I can. But on Monday the guilt was creeping up when ... WSB emailed. Nothign earth shattering but ... we email every day (mostly) and when we see eachother he generally asks me to go home with him. And, well, it reminds me of college. You'd chat and maybe be a bit flirty when you saw eachother during the week (and, er, maybe did a bit of harmless stalking. i don't want to get off on a tangent here but do you have any, ANY, idea how efficient I could have been at running into people if we had the technology that the kids have these days ... i mean, back in the day we knew people's schedules and when they might be walking where and when they might be sitting where in the dining hall but now, with text messages and IM it'd be seamless ... but, i digress).
So, Saturday, WSB is having a b'day party. And with my own party off, the logical thing ... but does that look obvious? He knows how busy I've been and why I've canceled my party and he knows I might come to his party but ... there are gonna be 50 people there. What if he has someone else that he goes home with ...? What if he choses her and I get sad? But then again, what if he would have chosen me if I had come ...
Ugg. Being a girl sucks sometimes.
But, yeah. It reminds me of college because we're talking during the week and then plotting to see eachother on the weekends (well, I'm plotting, don't know if he is) and getting drunk and hooking up ... SO, we'll see.
I'm trying, trying hard, to not get ahead of myself with this BUT with 1x and 2x they both basically professed their love and intention to marry me very, very early on in the relationship. And, well, I am currently unloved (at least by unrelated members of the opposite sex) and unmarried so maybe this approach ... the sort of slow (but physical) get to know you approach will work? It works on tv. And I can think of at least one real life couple that I know of where they were physical long, long before they were a 'couple.' So maybe it'll work, and hopefully even if it doesn't work it'll be fun ...??
So thats that. I'll try to keep you posted but life, well, its crazy!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Wanna talk about the cold?
Because that is how cold it is ... you see someone and say, "it sure is cold out, huh?" Um, yeah. Makes no sense but you do it anyway. So far we've gone from 60s right after T-Day to low 30s earlier this week to 50 this morning to the teens tomorrow. My blood must have thinned because I KNOW parts of college were colder than this but I don't remember being this miserable ...
Anyway, I started taking vitamins, drinking this weird teaish drink and working out again and despite the insane buziness going on at work and with Christmas shopping, party planning etc. I feel pretty good. Strangely focused and not stressed out. Not sure whats up with that. So things are good, if not particularly eventful - the highlight of my weekend is getting my hair cut. And I think I'd like to see WSB but I'm not sure why ... we know what he wants, and we know what my position on that has historically been ... but, maybe we can work out a compromise. Hmmm.
Stay warm boys and girls!
Anyway, I started taking vitamins, drinking this weird teaish drink and working out again and despite the insane buziness going on at work and with Christmas shopping, party planning etc. I feel pretty good. Strangely focused and not stressed out. Not sure whats up with that. So things are good, if not particularly eventful - the highlight of my weekend is getting my hair cut. And I think I'd like to see WSB but I'm not sure why ... we know what he wants, and we know what my position on that has historically been ... but, maybe we can work out a compromise. Hmmm.
Stay warm boys and girls!
Monday, November 27, 2006
So much to do, so little time.
Thanksgiving and the days that followed: they were sad, stressful, exhausting ... and my team lost. I could go on, but, what good would it do? But I'm determined to infuse some happiness into the looming Christmas season so the Christmas party is ON ... started buying decorations today. I hope it will be fun.
Of course, that leads me to the fact that this coming weekend is full of family stuff and the weekend before Christmas is the party so that leaves one weekend for all my party preparations AND Christmas shopping ... and I'm the fun infuser so ... yeah, it'll be busy.
I also think I need new sneakers. I ran 5 miles by my parents house and it seems that up hill and down hill are the only options (no flats) and now I have shin splints. Shin splints suck. It was probably the downhills but new kicks can't hurt, right?
I've been both emailing WSB and a guy on *that* website. At the end of the day, I don't think I'm ready for a Relationship but I might be able to swing a relationship (little r) or at least a bit of fun ... I'll keep you posted. Website guy told me to call him and I wrote him back with my phone number because, well, he's the boy.
I'm spent kids so this is all you get. Happy last days of November.
Of course, that leads me to the fact that this coming weekend is full of family stuff and the weekend before Christmas is the party so that leaves one weekend for all my party preparations AND Christmas shopping ... and I'm the fun infuser so ... yeah, it'll be busy.
I also think I need new sneakers. I ran 5 miles by my parents house and it seems that up hill and down hill are the only options (no flats) and now I have shin splints. Shin splints suck. It was probably the downhills but new kicks can't hurt, right?
I've been both emailing WSB and a guy on *that* website. At the end of the day, I don't think I'm ready for a Relationship but I might be able to swing a relationship (little r) or at least a bit of fun ... I'll keep you posted. Website guy told me to call him and I wrote him back with my phone number because, well, he's the boy.
I'm spent kids so this is all you get. Happy last days of November.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
My girlfriend is hiding in the bathroom, so you can leave.
Yeah, someone said that to me last night. There was nothing untoward happening that should have led me to leave - just drama. Plain vanilla drama. That and I was petting a cat. And I don't really like cats. So there you have it. She hid in the bathroom and I left - knocking over a table in the process. Classic really.
Happy T-Day.
Happy T-Day.
Monday, November 20, 2006
You sounded tired, so I thought I'd call the dating service.
Saturday morning my mom calls at 11. For some of you, 11 is probably really late. Some of you probably did more before 11 than I did all day. Well, good for you:) But I was still in bed at 11, so good for me too ... Mom told me about the wedding she had been at the night before, asked what I did the night before (pretty much nothing) and then asked why on earth I sounded so tired ... um, because I just woke up? She was annoying me so we got off the phone.
Fast forward a few hours, I've had coffee and breakfast and read the paper. I have to ask mom some cooking question so I call her back. After we discuss the broccoli (don't ask) I ask her if I sound more awake - she tells me that I do and that it puts her in a bad mood when I sound tired. She then went on to say that when I sound tired she thinks of me sitting in my apartment in some deep dark depression AND she almost called a dating service for me. Um, in what universe does this make sense? Not mine. I clarified that if she ever did in fact call a dating service for me I would not talk to her for a long, long time.
In other news, I finally, finally ate at the restaurant I've been trying to eat at since I moved to NYC - thanks Mom & Dad. I also ran 8 miles on Sunday and biked 8 miles this evening. So, go me:)
Sadly, my grandmother on my Dad's side is not doing well, so let's say a prayer for her and for Dad and for us and give thanks for what we do have.
Happy short week ...
Fast forward a few hours, I've had coffee and breakfast and read the paper. I have to ask mom some cooking question so I call her back. After we discuss the broccoli (don't ask) I ask her if I sound more awake - she tells me that I do and that it puts her in a bad mood when I sound tired. She then went on to say that when I sound tired she thinks of me sitting in my apartment in some deep dark depression AND she almost called a dating service for me. Um, in what universe does this make sense? Not mine. I clarified that if she ever did in fact call a dating service for me I would not talk to her for a long, long time.
In other news, I finally, finally ate at the restaurant I've been trying to eat at since I moved to NYC - thanks Mom & Dad. I also ran 8 miles on Sunday and biked 8 miles this evening. So, go me:)
Sadly, my grandmother on my Dad's side is not doing well, so let's say a prayer for her and for Dad and for us and give thanks for what we do have.
Happy short week ...
Friday, November 17, 2006
My boobs have gotten bigger but Hartford is not near New Jersey.
A few weeks ago I went home and my mom's boobs looked different ... I commented and she said that her new and improved boobage was the result of some new bras that she got fitted for and bought at the mall - turns out she has been in wearing the wrong size for years and the right size made quite the difference.
So, this past weekend I decided I need to replace some of my bras ... because you know, someday hell might freeze over and someone might see them. I headed to the mall and I got fitted as well (and just in case you were wondering, you keep your clothes on and there is no touching of your actual boobs). Turns out that all these years I've been wearing a size 34B and I should be wearing a size 34C ... who knew? And let me tell you, have you ever worn tight socks and boots all day and then had to stand in a bar at night ... you're feet swell, the socks are tight and by the time you get home your feet/ankles are beginning to loose circulation? Well, the difference between the right size bra and one that is too small is similar to the difference between tight socks and boots and flip flops ... TMI?
And then I went to Hartford. Dad was in Japan and flew back through Detroit where he got stuck. Not wanting to say over night in Detroit he decide to fly to Hartford ... and in case you were wondering, Hartford is not near where I live. Got some quality time in the new car as Mom and I drove 3 hours there and 3 hours bag to retrieve Dad ... but, he would have done it for me so I can't complain. Well, actually I can complain and I have and sort of I am but I did it willingly so I get an A for effort.
This week was a bit crazy - slow at work and too many happy hours that went too late but it was fun. I think that my theory is that there are so many times when I am busy at work or I don't have anything to do that when there are options to go out I should take advantage of them. So I did. And it was fun. And sometimes things aren't what they seem. And its my perogative to change my mind ... and I might be about WSB. But I'm not sure. And that is okay too. We'll see.
Happy weekend.
So, this past weekend I decided I need to replace some of my bras ... because you know, someday hell might freeze over and someone might see them. I headed to the mall and I got fitted as well (and just in case you were wondering, you keep your clothes on and there is no touching of your actual boobs). Turns out that all these years I've been wearing a size 34B and I should be wearing a size 34C ... who knew? And let me tell you, have you ever worn tight socks and boots all day and then had to stand in a bar at night ... you're feet swell, the socks are tight and by the time you get home your feet/ankles are beginning to loose circulation? Well, the difference between the right size bra and one that is too small is similar to the difference between tight socks and boots and flip flops ... TMI?
And then I went to Hartford. Dad was in Japan and flew back through Detroit where he got stuck. Not wanting to say over night in Detroit he decide to fly to Hartford ... and in case you were wondering, Hartford is not near where I live. Got some quality time in the new car as Mom and I drove 3 hours there and 3 hours bag to retrieve Dad ... but, he would have done it for me so I can't complain. Well, actually I can complain and I have and sort of I am but I did it willingly so I get an A for effort.
This week was a bit crazy - slow at work and too many happy hours that went too late but it was fun. I think that my theory is that there are so many times when I am busy at work or I don't have anything to do that when there are options to go out I should take advantage of them. So I did. And it was fun. And sometimes things aren't what they seem. And its my perogative to change my mind ... and I might be about WSB. But I'm not sure. And that is okay too. We'll see.
Happy weekend.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
I have a car and my tapeworm is making me tired.
So, finally got the car and I'm glad because George the car guy and I were getting to know WAY too much about eachother. I still maintain that I don't deserve the car, but I really, really like it. It drives like a dream (yeah, I really just wrote that, I like the way it drives but lets fact it: I'm car illiterate so whether or not it does in fact drive like a dream? No clue.), and does lots of cool things (like know if its raining or if it should turn the radio up because you're driving faster) and it has heated LEATHER seats and its blue tooth enabled - if someone calls you their voice comes out of the ceiling:) So driving out of the city yesterday was fun (well, despite the horrific traffic) and I went back and forth to my parent's once already and I'll do it again tomorrow.
That said, I've really got to curb my spending habits - I spent a crazy amount of money at Saks - yeah it was all on sale and I do need new clothes but ... still. Tomorrow I need to get makeup, underwear and a present for dad's bday but then I'm done for awhile. Really. I am.
This week I've been exhausted to the point of delirium and insatiable hungry. I don't know whats wrong with me - well, actually I do, but for the sake of my boy reader I'll spare you (although, he's married so he probably know how these things work) ... lets just say that I haven't been this tired or hungry in my, err, tired week, in years. I got home from my parent's at noon, laid down on the couch and PASSED out for two hours. Then woke up starving, so I'm blaming it on a tapeworm ... unless you have a better idea:)
In a few minutes I'm going to run 6 miles on the treadmill - yeah, it'll suck, but I don't have an outside run in my right now (even though it is a beautiful day) and then I'm going to make myself look pretty and I'm going out to dinner with a friend who deserves a fun night out ... so I'm gonna do my best to provide it to her!
WSB (walk of shame boy) invited me out for a drink Thursday night and I fabricated plans - just wasn't in the mood to be flirty or not be flirty or to decide which I wanted to be. Either I don't like him or it was the tapeworm again. Not sure.
Also, I think I have a petite crush on a VERY ineligible bachelor. Not good. But fun:) And will make me wear the new clothes. I think it'll either bloom or fizzle soon so I'll keep you posted.
Happy weekends to all!
That said, I've really got to curb my spending habits - I spent a crazy amount of money at Saks - yeah it was all on sale and I do need new clothes but ... still. Tomorrow I need to get makeup, underwear and a present for dad's bday but then I'm done for awhile. Really. I am.
This week I've been exhausted to the point of delirium and insatiable hungry. I don't know whats wrong with me - well, actually I do, but for the sake of my boy reader I'll spare you (although, he's married so he probably know how these things work) ... lets just say that I haven't been this tired or hungry in my, err, tired week, in years. I got home from my parent's at noon, laid down on the couch and PASSED out for two hours. Then woke up starving, so I'm blaming it on a tapeworm ... unless you have a better idea:)
In a few minutes I'm going to run 6 miles on the treadmill - yeah, it'll suck, but I don't have an outside run in my right now (even though it is a beautiful day) and then I'm going to make myself look pretty and I'm going out to dinner with a friend who deserves a fun night out ... so I'm gonna do my best to provide it to her!
WSB (walk of shame boy) invited me out for a drink Thursday night and I fabricated plans - just wasn't in the mood to be flirty or not be flirty or to decide which I wanted to be. Either I don't like him or it was the tapeworm again. Not sure.
Also, I think I have a petite crush on a VERY ineligible bachelor. Not good. But fun:) And will make me wear the new clothes. I think it'll either bloom or fizzle soon so I'll keep you posted.
Happy weekends to all!
Monday, November 06, 2006
Let it go ...
Sometimes you just have to let it go. It took awhile for me to realize but I did realize and I have let it go ... and wow, what a difference an attitude adjustment makes.
You see, the thing is that I have:
The looming birthday. The big 31. Had me in a state. I mean what happens to people like me as they get older ...? At some point the wives and girlfriends make the guys stay home and the man haters get artificially inseminated and I ... well, I don't like cats, and, and, and ...
Yeah, it was crazy but it was all I could think about - I wrote an email to someone wondering if my sister will take care of me when I'm 90 and she's 81 ... but, eventually, thank God, I realized that enough is enough and I had to let it go. It'll all work out one way or another and if it comes to it I'm sure my sister will take care of me, right?
So, I'm back.
Had a great b'day weekend. Mellow, which I needed. Really, really needed. But fine. Fun. Nice. I ran 6 miles. Got massaged and facialed. Watched the marathon and saw Barenaked Ladies in concert.
Great concert (despite my music snob friends looking down on me for it) ... they didn't sing happy birthday to me and they didn't sing the i've seen you naked song but either of those things might have been too much to ask for so ... all in all a good day.
G'night.
Never fear. Crisis averted for now.
You see, the thing is that I have:
- a wonderful family;
- some great friends from my school years but they don't, for the most part, live near by - and even if they did they're married, some with kids, and while that's great for them (seriously, no sarcasm there, it is wonderful for them) it doesn't do me much good;
- some very nice local girl friends but at the end of the day, hanging out with a bunch of girls doesn't and never has held much allure for me ; and
- a fun group of guys that are nice to me, make me laugh, look out for me and as long as they're wives or live in girlfriends are okay with it, they'll join me for a drink or two or three or four.
The looming birthday. The big 31. Had me in a state. I mean what happens to people like me as they get older ...? At some point the wives and girlfriends make the guys stay home and the man haters get artificially inseminated and I ... well, I don't like cats, and, and, and ...
Yeah, it was crazy but it was all I could think about - I wrote an email to someone wondering if my sister will take care of me when I'm 90 and she's 81 ... but, eventually, thank God, I realized that enough is enough and I had to let it go. It'll all work out one way or another and if it comes to it I'm sure my sister will take care of me, right?
So, I'm back.
Had a great b'day weekend. Mellow, which I needed. Really, really needed. But fine. Fun. Nice. I ran 6 miles. Got massaged and facialed. Watched the marathon and saw Barenaked Ladies in concert.
Great concert (despite my music snob friends looking down on me for it) ... they didn't sing happy birthday to me and they didn't sing the i've seen you naked song but either of those things might have been too much to ask for so ... all in all a good day.
G'night.
Never fear. Crisis averted for now.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Very, very interesting.
Friday night was rather drunken and ended at the same bar as Walk of Shame Boy (WSB). The night was coming to a close and, after nothing more than casual conversation throughout the night, WSB blurts out, "So, do you want to come home with me." Um, no. Even if Guy from Work hadn't been there or if I hadn't had bad underwear on, unshaven legs and things to do Saturday morning, the answer would have been no. There was some begging and pleading (on his part) and I pointed out, for the record, that even if I were to go home with him I still wouldn't sleep with him and then he tried to convince me that he "just wanted someone to lay next to." Um, give me a break. I told him that I didn't believe him, he'd change his mind when we got home, and then say more mean things to me.
So I left.
And when I woke up Saturday morning he had emailed me. And we've emailed on and off the past two days. So its very, very interesting that when I did go home with him I didn't hear from him and when I didn't go home with him he shows some interest. I guess a little hard to get (not that I'm sure thats what I'm doing, I might just not be interested) is sometimes a good thing.
Kind of crazy weekend was rounded out with a few uneventful bike rides and runs ... not worth going into detail here.
In other news, Guy from Work lent me some CDs. One, The Hold Steady, has a line "I've had kisses that make judas seem sincere." Not suprisingly, I like that line ...
So I left.
And when I woke up Saturday morning he had emailed me. And we've emailed on and off the past two days. So its very, very interesting that when I did go home with him I didn't hear from him and when I didn't go home with him he shows some interest. I guess a little hard to get (not that I'm sure thats what I'm doing, I might just not be interested) is sometimes a good thing.
Kind of crazy weekend was rounded out with a few uneventful bike rides and runs ... not worth going into detail here.
In other news, Guy from Work lent me some CDs. One, The Hold Steady, has a line "I've had kisses that make judas seem sincere." Not suprisingly, I like that line ...
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
I'm sick of being the friend.
Seriously. Sick of it.
But I had 4 beers tonight. Then I had pretzels and oreo cookies for dinner. THEN I rode my bike for 30 minutes and 5.68 miles (which isn't very fast) and more or less kept my HR in check (145 avg. but it spiked a bit) so at least I've got that going for me.
But seriously, I'm sick of it.
'Night.
But I had 4 beers tonight. Then I had pretzels and oreo cookies for dinner. THEN I rode my bike for 30 minutes and 5.68 miles (which isn't very fast) and more or less kept my HR in check (145 avg. but it spiked a bit) so at least I've got that going for me.
But seriously, I'm sick of it.
'Night.
Monday, October 16, 2006
are you KIDDING me?
So, after a few too many drinks this Saturday I wound up on the phone with 2x having the same (getting) old conversation - I should move to Chicago, kissing him was like coming home, now that we have some maturity to our credit we could get back together, get married and be the fun couple with beautiful children.
Of course, it all sounds good at 3 am, but come Monday morning, when you're him, its easier to maintain the status quo. Whatever. Its a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me but its one of those instances where only time will tell ... I get no where by forcing the issue one way or another and as long as I keep my options open and don't sit here pinning I think its okay to place this one in the "we'll see category."
Anyway ... tonight I bought a Marie Claire, its the November issue and this is my horoscope:
"You know how they say 'never sleep with an ex'? Well, guess what? 'They' are finally wrong - at least for the first three weeks of the month, when Mercury goes retrograde. In fact, consider ex-sex a birthday gift to yourself - unless, of course you've dated losers. In that case, maybe you should use this time to find a new future ex."
Um ... are you KIDDING me?? And, its 2x's horoscope too. Interesting ...
In other news, went swimming tonight. 10x100 again this time between 1:39-1:49 so faster but with higher heart rates ... I think that might be the difference between am workouts and pm workouts ...
Of course, it all sounds good at 3 am, but come Monday morning, when you're him, its easier to maintain the status quo. Whatever. Its a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me but its one of those instances where only time will tell ... I get no where by forcing the issue one way or another and as long as I keep my options open and don't sit here pinning I think its okay to place this one in the "we'll see category."
Anyway ... tonight I bought a Marie Claire, its the November issue and this is my horoscope:
"You know how they say 'never sleep with an ex'? Well, guess what? 'They' are finally wrong - at least for the first three weeks of the month, when Mercury goes retrograde. In fact, consider ex-sex a birthday gift to yourself - unless, of course you've dated losers. In that case, maybe you should use this time to find a new future ex."
Um ... are you KIDDING me?? And, its 2x's horoscope too. Interesting ...
In other news, went swimming tonight. 10x100 again this time between 1:39-1:49 so faster but with higher heart rates ... I think that might be the difference between am workouts and pm workouts ...
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Facts, Plans and Musings
Three Facts
1. The individuals that carry golf umbrellas when it rains ... they deserve to have a porcupine sit on their face:)
2. Thirty-one year olds who write emails that say "So ... did I tell you I have a girlfriend?" are odd. Who says that?
3. I am a horrendous bike rider - it took me 30 minutes to go 6 miles ... but I did it during Grey's and kept my heartrate low so, thus far, I've followed the guidelines.
Weekend Plans
My sister is coming home this weekend so I'm going home tomorrow night and then we'll go shopping on Saturday. She's going to a party Saturday night so I'll probably find something to do that involves drinking and not being at my parents' house. Speaking of my parents' house: they moved in February and I don't have a bedroom anymore so I have to sleep on the foldout couch. Sucks.
Musings
When I was deciding what kind of car to get, I was insistent that I did not want a coupe (two door, which is what I wound up getting). 1x has a two door car and I felt like it was impossible to get into ... like after you sat down as low as you comfortable could there was a period of free fall before your ass hit the seat. And we won't talk about getting out of the car or doing either after running 18 miles ... I was explaining this to Dad and he commented that the shocks on that car had alot to deal with so it was probably riding really low (1x, among other things, was not svelte). The next day I was at a bar having dinner with my brother - the couple next to us, the guy was heavyset and wearing white leather sneakers with a rugby styled shirt and his wife was this pretty blond thing. When they left my brother commented that the guy had way over achieved . I had been thinking the same thing - that and there but for the grace of God go I ...
I am the only single person in my department at work.
In a moment of boredom the other day I made a list of people that I am going to invite to my Christmas party (my three readers are of course invited if they want to come ... its going to be December 16 so get your plane tickets now, wives, husbands, boyfriends and daughters are invited as well of course!). There was only one single guy. There were six single girls (including myself).
I know that this is all about having fun, but sometimes, enough is enough.
1. The individuals that carry golf umbrellas when it rains ... they deserve to have a porcupine sit on their face:)
2. Thirty-one year olds who write emails that say "So ... did I tell you I have a girlfriend?" are odd. Who says that?
3. I am a horrendous bike rider - it took me 30 minutes to go 6 miles ... but I did it during Grey's and kept my heartrate low so, thus far, I've followed the guidelines.
Weekend Plans
My sister is coming home this weekend so I'm going home tomorrow night and then we'll go shopping on Saturday. She's going to a party Saturday night so I'll probably find something to do that involves drinking and not being at my parents' house. Speaking of my parents' house: they moved in February and I don't have a bedroom anymore so I have to sleep on the foldout couch. Sucks.
Musings
When I was deciding what kind of car to get, I was insistent that I did not want a coupe (two door, which is what I wound up getting). 1x has a two door car and I felt like it was impossible to get into ... like after you sat down as low as you comfortable could there was a period of free fall before your ass hit the seat. And we won't talk about getting out of the car or doing either after running 18 miles ... I was explaining this to Dad and he commented that the shocks on that car had alot to deal with so it was probably riding really low (1x, among other things, was not svelte). The next day I was at a bar having dinner with my brother - the couple next to us, the guy was heavyset and wearing white leather sneakers with a rugby styled shirt and his wife was this pretty blond thing. When they left my brother commented that the guy had way over achieved . I had been thinking the same thing - that and there but for the grace of God go I ...
I am the only single person in my department at work.
In a moment of boredom the other day I made a list of people that I am going to invite to my Christmas party (my three readers are of course invited if they want to come ... its going to be December 16 so get your plane tickets now, wives, husbands, boyfriends and daughters are invited as well of course!). There was only one single guy. There were six single girls (including myself).
I know that this is all about having fun, but sometimes, enough is enough.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Sad News; Funny Story; New Plan
SAD NEWS:(
My training program was cancelled. Actually, its not that sad. These runs at 180 bpm were probably not doing anything good for me and there was only one guy with questionable sexuality ... so, as long as I don't become a sloth (As an aside, did you know that there is an actual animal called a sloth? Its creepy looking.) this winter, it'll be okay. And I get my Sunday mornings back which means I get my Saturday nights back ... which is fun. As for avoiding becoming a sloth - I've got a plan ... but first I've got a:
FUNNY STORY!
[Due to paranoia, the funny story has been deleted]
Now, for the:
NEW PLAN:)
Its not that elaborate, so hopefully you didn't get too excited. I downloaded a training schedule for a half-marathon in mid-March. It calls for 3 days a week of running which will be good for my pesky overuse injuries and 2 or 3 days a week of cross training which will allow me to still swim (which makes me have sexy arms ... and I like sexy arms) and bike (on the trainer, while I watch tv in accordance with the rules below).
As alluded to above, the new plan has rules:
1. Try to do this low heart rate crap for as long as I can stand it and determine once and for all if it works. Maybe a month? Low for me is below 150 which may not even allow me to run ... but I'll try.
2. Try to get workouts done in the am but, if I miss a workout, I miss a workout. No stressing or fitting a weeks worth of workouts into a weekend. Definitely no stress if work doesn't let me go to bed by midnight.
3. I really only watch 3 tv shows right now (Lost, The Nine and Grey's). If I'm watching them before midnight, try to ride the bike (at least for half of each show).
Hmmm, I guess these are rules, more then guidelines. Whatever.
I think that for now, this should be enough to allow me to keep my mind off of the baby/wedding bonaza/left fest going on around without getting too OCD. We'll see.
My training program was cancelled. Actually, its not that sad. These runs at 180 bpm were probably not doing anything good for me and there was only one guy with questionable sexuality ... so, as long as I don't become a sloth (As an aside, did you know that there is an actual animal called a sloth? Its creepy looking.) this winter, it'll be okay. And I get my Sunday mornings back which means I get my Saturday nights back ... which is fun. As for avoiding becoming a sloth - I've got a plan ... but first I've got a:
FUNNY STORY!
[Due to paranoia, the funny story has been deleted]
Now, for the:
NEW PLAN:)
Its not that elaborate, so hopefully you didn't get too excited. I downloaded a training schedule for a half-marathon in mid-March. It calls for 3 days a week of running which will be good for my pesky overuse injuries and 2 or 3 days a week of cross training which will allow me to still swim (which makes me have sexy arms ... and I like sexy arms) and bike (on the trainer, while I watch tv in accordance with the rules below).
As alluded to above, the new plan has rules:
1. Try to do this low heart rate crap for as long as I can stand it and determine once and for all if it works. Maybe a month? Low for me is below 150 which may not even allow me to run ... but I'll try.
2. Try to get workouts done in the am but, if I miss a workout, I miss a workout. No stressing or fitting a weeks worth of workouts into a weekend. Definitely no stress if work doesn't let me go to bed by midnight.
3. I really only watch 3 tv shows right now (Lost, The Nine and Grey's). If I'm watching them before midnight, try to ride the bike (at least for half of each show).
Hmmm, I guess these are rules, more then guidelines. Whatever.
I think that for now, this should be enough to allow me to keep my mind off of the baby/wedding bonaza/left fest going on around without getting too OCD. We'll see.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Amazing & Exciting
First, the amazing. Two things actually:
1. The fact that I got up and swam before work today is amazing.
2. The rate at which one looses swimming fitness is also amazing. I last swam 2 weeks ago and did a 3000 yd workout including a fairly long ladder set. I had a short ladder set planned for this morning preceded by 5 100s. After a warmup and the first 100 I abandoned the ladder for 10 x 100 (a 1500 yd workout in all). Good news though is that all 10 were fairly consistent (not fast, but consistently 1:49-1:51). So ... I have something to work on ... going further, getting those 100s faster, etc.
And now, for the exciting ... I got a car! Well, I don't actually have it yet ... its on a boat from Germany (or at least that is what I like to think), and should be here early next week, but this is what it will look like:
http://www.bmwusa.com/vehicles/3/328xicoupe/default
Mine will be Monaco Blue Metallic with Saddle Brown on the inside ... Definitely, a much, much nicer car than I need but I'm going with not so nice that I don't deserve it ...??
The car is the most commitment I have ever made to anything, I don't even have a plant and I signed a 3 year lease so ... I guess I'm growing up. And I tell ya, its exhausting. In addition to signing the lease, my dad was meeting me there to make sure they didn't pull the wool over my eyes with anything and he was one hour late and he wasn't answering his cell phone - turns out that he forgot his cell phone and then got stuck in Columbus day traffic but I was sure that something horrendous had happened and it was going to be all my fault (for making him come with me). Of course while he was missing, my mother got all freaked out and then dad got annoyed with us for over reacting ... but what were we supposed to think??? Men, I tell ya.
Anyway, I'm beat. Goodnight boys & girls!
1. The fact that I got up and swam before work today is amazing.
2. The rate at which one looses swimming fitness is also amazing. I last swam 2 weeks ago and did a 3000 yd workout including a fairly long ladder set. I had a short ladder set planned for this morning preceded by 5 100s. After a warmup and the first 100 I abandoned the ladder for 10 x 100 (a 1500 yd workout in all). Good news though is that all 10 were fairly consistent (not fast, but consistently 1:49-1:51). So ... I have something to work on ... going further, getting those 100s faster, etc.
And now, for the exciting ... I got a car! Well, I don't actually have it yet ... its on a boat from Germany (or at least that is what I like to think), and should be here early next week, but this is what it will look like:
http://www.bmwusa.com/vehicles/3/328xicoupe/default
Mine will be Monaco Blue Metallic with Saddle Brown on the inside ... Definitely, a much, much nicer car than I need but I'm going with not so nice that I don't deserve it ...??
The car is the most commitment I have ever made to anything, I don't even have a plant and I signed a 3 year lease so ... I guess I'm growing up. And I tell ya, its exhausting. In addition to signing the lease, my dad was meeting me there to make sure they didn't pull the wool over my eyes with anything and he was one hour late and he wasn't answering his cell phone - turns out that he forgot his cell phone and then got stuck in Columbus day traffic but I was sure that something horrendous had happened and it was going to be all my fault (for making him come with me). Of course while he was missing, my mother got all freaked out and then dad got annoyed with us for over reacting ... but what were we supposed to think??? Men, I tell ya.
Anyway, I'm beat. Goodnight boys & girls!
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Lovely Weekend
Well, by the end it was lovely. Friday I was overtired, overworked and lacking in weekend plans so I was in a foul mood. I'm surprised anyone at work was willing to talk to me - pretty much all I did was scowl and slam doors ... by the time I got home, things were not much improved but after a nap and a few miles on the treadmill I was a bit more human. Wound up meeting my brother out for a drink with some of his friends from school. I felt soooooooooo old. Wow.
Saturday my parents took me to look at cars. I'm a bit torn because I can afford the car I like but in light of the fact that I'll really only ever drive it on the weekend (i.e., I don't drive to work) it probably doesn't make sense to get the car I want ... but I don't want the cars I should get and so on and so forth. But, I'm pretty sure that I know what I'm going to do ... its a surprise though because I have too many people giving me opinions right now and I don't want to have anyone try to change my mind ... blah, blah.
Anyway, there is a guy in my running group now. But I think he's gay, because, well, do straight guys wear Prada sunglasses to go running? It just seemed odd. I'm still the slowest but at least now there are more of us.
After running, I took a serious nap. The kind of nap where you wake up and don't know what day it is ... then ran some errands. Got some stuff I needed for the apartment, did a bit of work, scoped out the cuties at church and cooked some dinner that will be leftovers for a few days.
So there we are. Not exciting but nice. I feel a bit more organized going into the week than I did after last weekend's drama:)
Good weeks to all!
Saturday my parents took me to look at cars. I'm a bit torn because I can afford the car I like but in light of the fact that I'll really only ever drive it on the weekend (i.e., I don't drive to work) it probably doesn't make sense to get the car I want ... but I don't want the cars I should get and so on and so forth. But, I'm pretty sure that I know what I'm going to do ... its a surprise though because I have too many people giving me opinions right now and I don't want to have anyone try to change my mind ... blah, blah.
Anyway, there is a guy in my running group now. But I think he's gay, because, well, do straight guys wear Prada sunglasses to go running? It just seemed odd. I'm still the slowest but at least now there are more of us.
After running, I took a serious nap. The kind of nap where you wake up and don't know what day it is ... then ran some errands. Got some stuff I needed for the apartment, did a bit of work, scoped out the cuties at church and cooked some dinner that will be leftovers for a few days.
So there we are. Not exciting but nice. I feel a bit more organized going into the week than I did after last weekend's drama:)
Good weeks to all!
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
The Best Laid Plans
Tonight was the first meeting of my 'new' running group. I feel a bit guilty because this inherently means that I'm cheating on my 'old' running group; but, the new group is (i) cheaper; (ii) training for a well placed (i.e., the Sunday after Thanksgiving) cross country 15K (I've never run cross country, or a 15K for that matter, and it will get me back in running shape for a longer early spring race if I so choose); and (iii) its co-ed.
Sounds good in theory, right? Well, as previously mentioned, the first run was tonight. Our group is made up of 3 GIRLS and I'm the slowest. Yeah. And tonight's run was just under 5 miles; which is the longest I've run since at least April and maybe the marathon. So, nothing like a nice 4.7 mile jog in heart rate zone 4 (seriously, my average was 176, my max was 186 and my max (MAX, if you see this number, lay down and call 911, MAX) is 198) to try to appear respectable in front of your team mates.
Hmmm. It has potential to get me in shape if nothing else, but, um, unless more people, err, boys, show up, its not exactly what I had thought I'd be giving up my Sunday mornings for.
So, we'll see.
For now, work, work, work and more work. And 4.7 miles, in 48.17 minutes with the aforementioned really high HRs!
Sounds good in theory, right? Well, as previously mentioned, the first run was tonight. Our group is made up of 3 GIRLS and I'm the slowest. Yeah. And tonight's run was just under 5 miles; which is the longest I've run since at least April and maybe the marathon. So, nothing like a nice 4.7 mile jog in heart rate zone 4 (seriously, my average was 176, my max was 186 and my max (MAX, if you see this number, lay down and call 911, MAX) is 198) to try to appear respectable in front of your team mates.
Hmmm. It has potential to get me in shape if nothing else, but, um, unless more people, err, boys, show up, its not exactly what I had thought I'd be giving up my Sunday mornings for.
So, we'll see.
For now, work, work, work and more work. And 4.7 miles, in 48.17 minutes with the aforementioned really high HRs!
Sunday, October 01, 2006
I thought my 'walk of shame' days were over ...
and then I found myself on the train at 9am wearing red cowboy boots and a black halter top. Do you think anyone thought I had an early morning errand in the city that required that outfit?
It was fun though, in a (I suspect) meaningless way. But I think even I'm allowed meaningless everyonce in awhile despite the fact that it makes me feel incredibly guilty, and no, we didn't do anything bad (not for lacking of trying on one party's part though) ... I can't even imagine the guilt I'd be feeling if we did do that (not that I would, I don't think I have a one night stand in me).
So yeah, fun, guilty, walk of shame. Slept till almost one when I got home b/c the accommodations there were like 800 degrees. And now, I get to be the representative grandchild at my grandmother's birthday dinner. How fun does that sound with a hang over? Good thing I didn't get a hickey:) And so much for the work I thought I'd get done tonight ...
Someday, I really will grow up!
It was fun though, in a (I suspect) meaningless way. But I think even I'm allowed meaningless everyonce in awhile despite the fact that it makes me feel incredibly guilty, and no, we didn't do anything bad (not for lacking of trying on one party's part though) ... I can't even imagine the guilt I'd be feeling if we did do that (not that I would, I don't think I have a one night stand in me).
So yeah, fun, guilty, walk of shame. Slept till almost one when I got home b/c the accommodations there were like 800 degrees. And now, I get to be the representative grandchild at my grandmother's birthday dinner. How fun does that sound with a hang over? Good thing I didn't get a hickey:) And so much for the work I thought I'd get done tonight ...
Someday, I really will grow up!
Friday, September 29, 2006
T.G.I.F.
Um, I want to be Meredith Grey. To have her choices ... wow! Of course, I could never handle that stress but still ...
I think I need to sleep this entire weekend (the decision to stay up till 2:30 last night to put the bike on the trainer was not a good one ... I wound up working too late and being too tired to ride it during the show) so I'll have to put off finding hot guys to woo me until next weekend.
But at least I got to see Derek and Finn tonight ... *sigh*
G'night
I think I need to sleep this entire weekend (the decision to stay up till 2:30 last night to put the bike on the trainer was not a good one ... I wound up working too late and being too tired to ride it during the show) so I'll have to put off finding hot guys to woo me until next weekend.
But at least I got to see Derek and Finn tonight ... *sigh*
G'night
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Confessions
1. When I run on the treadmill or ride the stationary bike, I try to pick one by the mirror so I can get a good look at the muscles in my legs.
2. When I learned that my friend who is going through a nasty divorce has kissed more boys in the past 3 months than I have, I was kind of bitter.
3. Last night, when I was tired and felt like being taken care of, I went to my parent's house so my mom could cook me dinner and give me some leftovers for tonight. This meant that my brother had to get up at 6:30 am to drive me home. And yes, I am 30ish.
4. The reason I'm so tired lately: in the past 12 days I've participated in a triathlon, gone on a business trip and worked 100 hours. Yikes!
So there! I told you the truth:)
Tonight, when I got home, I ran 3 miles on the TM on the 'random' program on level 5 (for the first two miles, than I went down to level 0). Better 3 miles on the 'mill than nothing ...
2. When I learned that my friend who is going through a nasty divorce has kissed more boys in the past 3 months than I have, I was kind of bitter.
3. Last night, when I was tired and felt like being taken care of, I went to my parent's house so my mom could cook me dinner and give me some leftovers for tonight. This meant that my brother had to get up at 6:30 am to drive me home. And yes, I am 30ish.
4. The reason I'm so tired lately: in the past 12 days I've participated in a triathlon, gone on a business trip and worked 100 hours. Yikes!
So there! I told you the truth:)
Tonight, when I got home, I ran 3 miles on the TM on the 'random' program on level 5 (for the first two miles, than I went down to level 0). Better 3 miles on the 'mill than nothing ...
Saturday, September 23, 2006
I love swimming!!
Just in case I get out of work in time to do the tri next weekend I figured I should get a swim workout in. I really enjoy longer distances rather than 100 after 100 after 100 so I decided to do a ladder. I'm kind of proud of the way the down part of the ladder wasn't too much slower than the up part. And, it really clears your mind, somehow more than running so it was a good start to my weekend which is already almost freakin over ... work travel sucks! If I can get my 100s closer to 1:30 I might, might think about the masters team. We'll see.
Anyway, poor Joe Paterno probably left the field because he had a bathroom issue and its all they can talk about on tv. I feel bad for the guy ...
Time to try to make some drinking ... er, I mean social ... plans for tonight!
Time AvgHR MaxHR
100 1:41 121 144
200 3:45 137 151
300 5:33 144 160
400 7:40 155 168
500 9:41 160 172
400 7:59 163 172
300 5:59 164 173
200 3:54 159 174
100 1:49 156 179
Total: 48:05 156 179
2900 yards with w/u and c/d
Anyway, poor Joe Paterno probably left the field because he had a bathroom issue and its all they can talk about on tv. I feel bad for the guy ...
Time to try to make some drinking ... er, I mean social ... plans for tonight!
Time AvgHR MaxHR
100 1:41 121 144
200 3:45 137 151
300 5:33 144 160
400 7:40 155 168
500 9:41 160 172
400 7:59 163 172
300 5:59 164 173
200 3:54 159 174
100 1:49 156 179
Total: 48:05 156 179
2900 yards with w/u and c/d
Friday, September 22, 2006
I am a triathlete!
So, lets just say that when you're me, waking up at 4 am sucks. It sucks more than working until 4 am ... and that's saying alot. Irregardless, the alarm went off at 4 am and while getting up sucked, getting out of the bed in the Extended Stay America and realizing that we did not have full body rashes was a relief!
Triathlon friend and I made our way to the race sight and set up our transition area. I was ti-RED. Taking into account the tossing and turning, I estimated that I had gotten a total of 7 hours of sleep in the two nights prior to the race. I wanted to take some time to rest, but it had rained a lot in the days leading up to the race and the mosquitoes were brutal. Doubting that the mosquitoes could bite me through the wetsuit I decided to forego the rest and begin the wetsuit shimmy ... initially it did not go well. Granted I was tired, but I couldn't figure out why I was having such difficulty. Um, until I realized that I was trying to put my wetsuit on backwards. Yeah, I'm smart!
Wetsuit off, turned around and on again, the thought of walking down to the water to warmup was way more than I could handle, so I decided to sit down and gather some energy to get me through the race ... I think I took a nap with my eyes open and when it was time to give Triathlon Friend's Husband my camera and head down to the water I felt a bit less like I was going to die.
We watched the age groupers head into the water (note to self: next time sign up as an age grouper, they get an earlier start!) and prepared to head in ourselves. Again, the "rah rah we are awesome" wasn't really my style, I did my best to tune it out and before long I was in the water and we were off ...
the swim - 13:56
... um, jumping in to swim almost 1/2 a mile with no warmup is not fun. My heart rate soared, I got kicked in the face, I found a groove, got kicked in the face, let some people pass, found another groove, got kicked in the face and 3/4 of the way in decided to breast stroke and forego any more face kicks. The whole swim, all I could think of was that I was tired, had no energy, was exhausted ... you get the picture. It was so bad that I decided if Triathlon Friend was already out of transition, I was going to DNF and I NEVER DNF ... I have run half marathons with bleeding blisters, screaming IT Bands and the like ... but I always finish.
t1 - 5:05
Triathlon Friend's bike was still there and realizing that my swim wasn't as awful as I thought gave me hope. Shimmied out of the wetsuit, decided to forego socks, threw on my sneakers and bike helmet, grabbed the bike and I was off ... passing Triathlon Friend on the way I told her that I'd give her a shout out when she passed me on the bike ...
the bike - 44:49
It was fun ... but there are a lot of FAST bike riders out there. Gotta work on this and practicing riding in a higher gear. Triathlon Friend passed me about 3 miles in and after that I just sort of peddled away ... shouted out to the (many, many) people passing me, thought about all the work I had to do when I got home and was HAPPY to be off the bike ...
t2 - 1:58
Couldn't re-rack the bike so propped it up, hoped for the best and I was off ...
the run - 31:32
Plodded along, knew it might take awhile but I would run the whole thing. A few ITB twitches towards the end so took a quick stretch break. Started noticing some stinging in my left heel and worried that I was getting a blister but still had enough (maybe too much?) left to sprint to the finish ...
And, I was a triathlete (with a very gross, bleeding blister, note #2 to self: wear socks!).
Would I do it again? Absolutely ... in fact, I might participate in one next weekend (more on that later).
Was it the coolest thing ever? Not by a long shot ... but maybe I was tired and cranky. I know, I know, hard to believe ...
Triathlon friend and I made our way to the race sight and set up our transition area. I was ti-RED. Taking into account the tossing and turning, I estimated that I had gotten a total of 7 hours of sleep in the two nights prior to the race. I wanted to take some time to rest, but it had rained a lot in the days leading up to the race and the mosquitoes were brutal. Doubting that the mosquitoes could bite me through the wetsuit I decided to forego the rest and begin the wetsuit shimmy ... initially it did not go well. Granted I was tired, but I couldn't figure out why I was having such difficulty. Um, until I realized that I was trying to put my wetsuit on backwards. Yeah, I'm smart!
Wetsuit off, turned around and on again, the thought of walking down to the water to warmup was way more than I could handle, so I decided to sit down and gather some energy to get me through the race ... I think I took a nap with my eyes open and when it was time to give Triathlon Friend's Husband my camera and head down to the water I felt a bit less like I was going to die.
We watched the age groupers head into the water (note to self: next time sign up as an age grouper, they get an earlier start!) and prepared to head in ourselves. Again, the "rah rah we are awesome" wasn't really my style, I did my best to tune it out and before long I was in the water and we were off ...
the swim - 13:56
... um, jumping in to swim almost 1/2 a mile with no warmup is not fun. My heart rate soared, I got kicked in the face, I found a groove, got kicked in the face, let some people pass, found another groove, got kicked in the face and 3/4 of the way in decided to breast stroke and forego any more face kicks. The whole swim, all I could think of was that I was tired, had no energy, was exhausted ... you get the picture. It was so bad that I decided if Triathlon Friend was already out of transition, I was going to DNF and I NEVER DNF ... I have run half marathons with bleeding blisters, screaming IT Bands and the like ... but I always finish.
t1 - 5:05
Triathlon Friend's bike was still there and realizing that my swim wasn't as awful as I thought gave me hope. Shimmied out of the wetsuit, decided to forego socks, threw on my sneakers and bike helmet, grabbed the bike and I was off ... passing Triathlon Friend on the way I told her that I'd give her a shout out when she passed me on the bike ...
the bike - 44:49
It was fun ... but there are a lot of FAST bike riders out there. Gotta work on this and practicing riding in a higher gear. Triathlon Friend passed me about 3 miles in and after that I just sort of peddled away ... shouted out to the (many, many) people passing me, thought about all the work I had to do when I got home and was HAPPY to be off the bike ...
t2 - 1:58
Couldn't re-rack the bike so propped it up, hoped for the best and I was off ...
the run - 31:32
Plodded along, knew it might take awhile but I would run the whole thing. A few ITB twitches towards the end so took a quick stretch break. Started noticing some stinging in my left heel and worried that I was getting a blister but still had enough (maybe too much?) left to sprint to the finish ...
And, I was a triathlete (with a very gross, bleeding blister, note #2 to self: wear socks!).
Would I do it again? Absolutely ... in fact, I might participate in one next weekend (more on that later).
Was it the coolest thing ever? Not by a long shot ... but maybe I was tired and cranky. I know, I know, hard to believe ...
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
*Intermission*
Due to my job, which rocks sometimes, especially when I get home for the night and the doorman says goodmorning, its going to be a few days before we get to the end of the triathlon story.
So, for our intermission:
2X has apparently decided that we should be friends (he is friends with all of his Xs), and while I know this is not the healthiest thing for me, since 1Xs departure, I've been significantly lacking in email distractions so I'm allowing this 'friendship' for now. We'll see. Anyway, 2X told me that he was going on a date tonight (for the record, its his first date with someone he wasn't dating, if that makes sense) and I said, "remember, just because she isn't as wonderful as me, doesn't mean that she's not good enough for you."
He, he. I'm mean.
Goodnight or morning ..? Whatever it is, I'm going to bed (or should I say taking a nap ...).
So, for our intermission:
2X has apparently decided that we should be friends (he is friends with all of his Xs), and while I know this is not the healthiest thing for me, since 1Xs departure, I've been significantly lacking in email distractions so I'm allowing this 'friendship' for now. We'll see. Anyway, 2X told me that he was going on a date tonight (for the record, its his first date with someone he wasn't dating, if that makes sense) and I said, "remember, just because she isn't as wonderful as me, doesn't mean that she's not good enough for you."
He, he. I'm mean.
Goodnight or morning ..? Whatever it is, I'm going to bed (or should I say taking a nap ...).
Monday, September 18, 2006
Prelude to a triathlon.
My triathlon was the past Sunday. The challenges of the race can only be appreciated if you know about the preceding 72 hours so that is where we will start ... try not to be jealous:
Thursday - When it rains, it pours.
I had two invitations to happy hour Thursday night. Knowing that socially my weekend was going to be a wash and still smarting from my antics with 2X, I thought a few beers in a public place might do me well. I even wore nice work clothes in anticipation. Around 4:45 the boss showed up in my doorway with a project. A long, involved project that he wanted by the end of the day Friday. Happy hours were cancelled but all was not lost - one beer was had in my apartment at 12:30 when I got home.
Friday - Isn't it ironic?
I get in early (well, on time, but everything is relative) and get to work. I am borrowing my parents car for the triathlon and they live in the 'burbs. Getting there involves a bus ride that I loathe unless I can hitch a ride with Dad who drives into the city everyday. Consequently I am on a mission to finish everything in time for Dad's 6 pm ETD. I don't look at anything on the internet, I don't smile at people walking by my office and for lunch I eat cereal at my desk all in an effort to get the project done by six. Its 4:30 and I'm nearing completion when the boss again appears in my doorway and doubles (DOUBLES!) the size of my project (and readjusts the deadline: half due Sunday morning, half due Monday morning).
So much for skipping the bus ...
I call my mom (logically, I have just received a bizarre amount of work and in between all of it I have to drive, spend the night in Sandy Hook and participate in a triathlon - what else would I do?). I tell mom that I'm screwed and she helpfully exclaims "FUCK!" Hmmm, d'ya think? But then she offers to bring me a car in the morning sparing me the bus or a long car service ride ... at least there is a silver lining.
With hopes of a 6pm departure shot, I decide to get some 'fresh' air at Starbucks. Latte in hand and craving chocolate in a bad way I stop at the newspaper stand and grab some chocolate covered peanuts (chocolate is ok if its covering a nut because nuts are good for you). THIS WAS THE BEST DECISION I MADE ALL DAY. These nuts, they were salted. Seriously, these nuts are better than ... well, than a lot of things, and at the time they were better than pretty much anything else that had happened in the past 24-36 hours so ... I ate them all and just as I was finishing the phone rang ...
Fine, I'll admit that I recognized the number as a Chicago exchange and I was sort of excited when I answered it. But, as anyone with half a brain could have guessed it was not 2X. It was, however, a headhunter. In my 5 years of working in an office I have gotten tons of headhunter calls but NEVER one for a job in Chicago. Ironic. I told her to send me her info in case I ever do really decide to move ...
And 9 hours later, at 2:30 in the morning, I went home.
Saturday - Will someone please shoot me, or at least tell me I'm on crack?
After gathering my triathlon gear I headed to bed at 3:30 and was NOT HAPPY when the alarm went off at 7. I did almost 2 hours of work and submitted the portion of my project that was due Sunday morning. I ran out to get a bagel and coffee and awaited the arrival of my parents (who, as promised, delivered a car) and my triathlon friend. At this point I was so tired I was nauseous. But for the fact that I was giving someone else a ride I really think I would have gone back to bed and forgotten the whole thing (despite the 8 weeks of training). This, however, was not the case, triathlon friend was relying on my so upon delivery of the car we headed south.
Registration was in Asbury Park, home of Bruce Springsteen. I had read in the papers that Asbury Park had seen better days and was undergoing a revitalization. Either they have not gotten very far with the whole revitalization thing or it really sucked before because, well, I'm surprised we left with our bikes. Registration and the expo were in a hotel that was probably lovely in 1970 and hadn't changed its decor since.
Triathlon friend and I picked up our numbers, bought matching shirts at the expo and found an old ballroom where some of our tri-teammates were passing the time until the team party. I promptly found a couch that hadn't been cleaned since 1970 and snuggled right on into it for a nap. Sometimes I disgust myself.
***
Now, we need to take a time out here so that I can tell you about my tri-team. First of all, between my awesome office job and logisitcal issues with getting my bike to the park by 6:30 pm, I was unable to make any of their week day workouts (although I did go to most of the weekend workouts). Maybe if I had been more involved, I would have caught on to the enthusiasm. But this was not the case and I still do not get why we were having a graduation party before the race, why we had to shout and hug and come up with slogans and give eachother high fives. These people really and truly believed that the goal was to have fun ... and yes, this is about having So.Much.Fun and I obviously didn't expect to win, but isn't the fun in knowing that you gave something your all, left nothing on the course and did the best you could which turned out to be better than you ever, in your wildest dreams, thought it would be? Personally, if I wanted to go for a leisurely swim/bike/run I wouldn't travel (much less get up at 4 am) to do it ... but, I guess that is why I'm type A.
****
Anyway, we attended the tri party and, 17 hours before the race we began, we graduated. All I could really think about was that I probably had 10-15 hours of work to do before Monday morning so when the party was over we left and headed to the lovely Extended Stay America where I continued to disgust myself by actually staying there. I did some work, which turned out to be much more fun than a certain college football game that was on tv ... we went out to grab some dinner and at 11pm were in bed with the alarms set for 4am so that we could wake up and become triathletes ... despite my utter and complete exhaustion, I tossed. And turned. Thought about the bizarre amount of work I still had to complete. Wondered why on earth I was getting up at 4am to do a triathlon. And tossed. And turned some more ...
Thursday - When it rains, it pours.
I had two invitations to happy hour Thursday night. Knowing that socially my weekend was going to be a wash and still smarting from my antics with 2X, I thought a few beers in a public place might do me well. I even wore nice work clothes in anticipation. Around 4:45 the boss showed up in my doorway with a project. A long, involved project that he wanted by the end of the day Friday. Happy hours were cancelled but all was not lost - one beer was had in my apartment at 12:30 when I got home.
Friday - Isn't it ironic?
I get in early (well, on time, but everything is relative) and get to work. I am borrowing my parents car for the triathlon and they live in the 'burbs. Getting there involves a bus ride that I loathe unless I can hitch a ride with Dad who drives into the city everyday. Consequently I am on a mission to finish everything in time for Dad's 6 pm ETD. I don't look at anything on the internet, I don't smile at people walking by my office and for lunch I eat cereal at my desk all in an effort to get the project done by six. Its 4:30 and I'm nearing completion when the boss again appears in my doorway and doubles (DOUBLES!) the size of my project (and readjusts the deadline: half due Sunday morning, half due Monday morning).
So much for skipping the bus ...
I call my mom (logically, I have just received a bizarre amount of work and in between all of it I have to drive, spend the night in Sandy Hook and participate in a triathlon - what else would I do?). I tell mom that I'm screwed and she helpfully exclaims "FUCK!" Hmmm, d'ya think? But then she offers to bring me a car in the morning sparing me the bus or a long car service ride ... at least there is a silver lining.
With hopes of a 6pm departure shot, I decide to get some 'fresh' air at Starbucks. Latte in hand and craving chocolate in a bad way I stop at the newspaper stand and grab some chocolate covered peanuts (chocolate is ok if its covering a nut because nuts are good for you). THIS WAS THE BEST DECISION I MADE ALL DAY. These nuts, they were salted. Seriously, these nuts are better than ... well, than a lot of things, and at the time they were better than pretty much anything else that had happened in the past 24-36 hours so ... I ate them all and just as I was finishing the phone rang ...
Fine, I'll admit that I recognized the number as a Chicago exchange and I was sort of excited when I answered it. But, as anyone with half a brain could have guessed it was not 2X. It was, however, a headhunter. In my 5 years of working in an office I have gotten tons of headhunter calls but NEVER one for a job in Chicago. Ironic. I told her to send me her info in case I ever do really decide to move ...
And 9 hours later, at 2:30 in the morning, I went home.
Saturday - Will someone please shoot me, or at least tell me I'm on crack?
After gathering my triathlon gear I headed to bed at 3:30 and was NOT HAPPY when the alarm went off at 7. I did almost 2 hours of work and submitted the portion of my project that was due Sunday morning. I ran out to get a bagel and coffee and awaited the arrival of my parents (who, as promised, delivered a car) and my triathlon friend. At this point I was so tired I was nauseous. But for the fact that I was giving someone else a ride I really think I would have gone back to bed and forgotten the whole thing (despite the 8 weeks of training). This, however, was not the case, triathlon friend was relying on my so upon delivery of the car we headed south.
Registration was in Asbury Park, home of Bruce Springsteen. I had read in the papers that Asbury Park had seen better days and was undergoing a revitalization. Either they have not gotten very far with the whole revitalization thing or it really sucked before because, well, I'm surprised we left with our bikes. Registration and the expo were in a hotel that was probably lovely in 1970 and hadn't changed its decor since.
Triathlon friend and I picked up our numbers, bought matching shirts at the expo and found an old ballroom where some of our tri-teammates were passing the time until the team party. I promptly found a couch that hadn't been cleaned since 1970 and snuggled right on into it for a nap. Sometimes I disgust myself.
***
Now, we need to take a time out here so that I can tell you about my tri-team. First of all, between my awesome office job and logisitcal issues with getting my bike to the park by 6:30 pm, I was unable to make any of their week day workouts (although I did go to most of the weekend workouts). Maybe if I had been more involved, I would have caught on to the enthusiasm. But this was not the case and I still do not get why we were having a graduation party before the race, why we had to shout and hug and come up with slogans and give eachother high fives. These people really and truly believed that the goal was to have fun ... and yes, this is about having So.Much.Fun and I obviously didn't expect to win, but isn't the fun in knowing that you gave something your all, left nothing on the course and did the best you could which turned out to be better than you ever, in your wildest dreams, thought it would be? Personally, if I wanted to go for a leisurely swim/bike/run I wouldn't travel (much less get up at 4 am) to do it ... but, I guess that is why I'm type A.
****
Anyway, we attended the tri party and, 17 hours before the race we began, we graduated. All I could really think about was that I probably had 10-15 hours of work to do before Monday morning so when the party was over we left and headed to the lovely Extended Stay America where I continued to disgust myself by actually staying there. I did some work, which turned out to be much more fun than a certain college football game that was on tv ... we went out to grab some dinner and at 11pm were in bed with the alarms set for 4am so that we could wake up and become triathletes ... despite my utter and complete exhaustion, I tossed. And turned. Thought about the bizarre amount of work I still had to complete. Wondered why on earth I was getting up at 4am to do a triathlon. And tossed. And turned some more ...
Friday, September 15, 2006
[In bed,] a wise man knows everything; a shrewd man, everyone.
Tonight's fortune:)
This Friday night has been so exciting ... I'm almost going to feel bad sharing. But I will ... later.
This Friday night has been so exciting ... I'm almost going to feel bad sharing. But I will ... later.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Oh boy am I an idiot.
It was all just drunken talk. I think I'll leave it at that. We're friends and we had a wonderful time together and ... to go into more detail would be to explain why I'm sad. And this is about having fun.
So I rode the exercise bike tonight and I'm going to run at some point tomorrow. And start looking into buying cars again. And find a race for after the one on Sunday - wondering if I can get ready for a half marathon in one month ...?
The internet boy called again - after much phone tag ... so maybe now that I'm staying on the East Coast I'll actually make an effort to see him?? Or maybe, since work wants to send me to Little Rock next week I'll find myself a Southern boy ... who knows?
Its been a long summer but fall is in the air so I'm going to go to bed and try to wake up and pretend that last weekend and my silliness didn't happen.
Good night.
So I rode the exercise bike tonight and I'm going to run at some point tomorrow. And start looking into buying cars again. And find a race for after the one on Sunday - wondering if I can get ready for a half marathon in one month ...?
The internet boy called again - after much phone tag ... so maybe now that I'm staying on the East Coast I'll actually make an effort to see him?? Or maybe, since work wants to send me to Little Rock next week I'll find myself a Southern boy ... who knows?
Its been a long summer but fall is in the air so I'm going to go to bed and try to wake up and pretend that last weekend and my silliness didn't happen.
Good night.
Monday, September 11, 2006
Are a drunk man's words a sober man's thoughts?
Perhaps soon I'll know.
As promised, I spent the better part of my football game day with 2X. When we kissed it felt like coming home. We discussed rekindling and my moving to Chicago - and if he said the words sober I'd be on the phone with the head hunter in a second. Its only the second time in my life that I thought of doing something like that for someone else. We'll see. I haven't spoken to him since I left after our team won (yay!) and I headed up to Chicago while he stayed one more night in the college town. I just left him a message and if he doesn't call back I'll compose a witty email explaining that maybe we were meant to fall in love again three years later with more security and maturity ...?
And if he doesn't agree, maybe I'll move to Chicago anyway. It might be time for a change.
This is good because it made me realize the extent to which I was not happy with 1X. This is bad because it has made me miss 2X all over again and I thought I was done with that.
Of course, just being in NYC today was draining and so maybe that is contributing to my current missing of 2X ...
Not sure, but I'll keep you posted kids:)
As promised, I spent the better part of my football game day with 2X. When we kissed it felt like coming home. We discussed rekindling and my moving to Chicago - and if he said the words sober I'd be on the phone with the head hunter in a second. Its only the second time in my life that I thought of doing something like that for someone else. We'll see. I haven't spoken to him since I left after our team won (yay!) and I headed up to Chicago while he stayed one more night in the college town. I just left him a message and if he doesn't call back I'll compose a witty email explaining that maybe we were meant to fall in love again three years later with more security and maturity ...?
And if he doesn't agree, maybe I'll move to Chicago anyway. It might be time for a change.
This is good because it made me realize the extent to which I was not happy with 1X. This is bad because it has made me miss 2X all over again and I thought I was done with that.
Of course, just being in NYC today was draining and so maybe that is contributing to my current missing of 2X ...
Not sure, but I'll keep you posted kids:)
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Full Moon Tonight
I'm sort of in a funk - my thoughts and mood all over the place and I'm blaming it on the full moon!
After four and one half relaxing days in my favorite vacation destination I spent today at home before I leave for Chicago and football tomorrow. Vacation was fun - not great weather but good enough. Two open water swims, one day at the beach, too much to drink, just enough time with my friend's two children :) and lots of sleep, good food and conversation.
Lately there have been tons of articles about breast feeding (touting it as the best thing since sliced bread and stating that NOT breast feeding is akin to child abuse, um, give me a break) and how America is currently baby obsessed. I feel like I can't go one week without having to have a conversation about breast feeding and it kind of drives me crazy. Thankfully my friend with the two children that visited while we were on vacation is not nursing but she has decided to stay at home.
We spoke about baby obsession, nursing and stay at home moms a fair amount and I came back here for my in between day NOT WANTING TO GO BACK TO WORK ... but, I'll admit, my day at home was kind of boring. I slept in, finished my book, went swimming and bike riding and did a ton of laundry but ... yeah, not thrilling. I know that when you have kids its a whole different ball game and I think I'd have a hard time leaving them with a stranger at too young an age and I would definitely like to not HAVE to work but ... I don't think I could just sit home either.
Someone I work with gets ANGRY whenever she speaks to another woman who says she wants to stay at home after having kids - she says that women didn't fight all these years for this generation to revert to the 1950s. We talked about that this week on vacation and someone said smartly that no, they didn't work all those years so that this generation could revert to an earlier time - they worked all these years so that we could have a choice about how we spend our days and nights. That arguably obvious statement made me feel much better about the dilemma - which for me is very, very hypothetical but as the articles say, its sort of a societal obsession so even those who aren't dealing with the dilemma are forced to address it - if I have a child I don't have to spend my days bare foot in the kitchen with a baby on my boob but I also don't have to drop my month old baby at an anonymous day care and continue to work a million hours a day - I get to choose. Now, if only I could get better at making decisions.
***
I don't have tickets to the game this weekend and in light of the fact that tickets are going for $500-$600 each I'm not real confident about a nice old man giving me his extra ticket for face value (it has happened before, I did have to do an Irish jig for those tickets but I've probably done more for less:)). I started emailing some Chicago friends that I hadn't spoken to in awhile and who I thought would also be attending ticketless. My first attempt resulted in the following reply:
"Yes, I am going to the game with my girlfriend. Her name is Charlotte. She has a lead on tickets." To which I replied, "Like the web?" and shockingly got no response.
My next more successful email was to an ex-ex boyfriend (not HIM but the ex-bf before him - we'll call him 2X). 2X was happy to hear from me, claims that he is single and said he would keep me posted on tailgating/game watching plans. I would say that our email resulted in witty banter which is not suprising - I now have a 1X to direct my anger and neurosis towards and I did date 2X for almost a year and I did like him (at the time) ... he re-emailed today to confirm our (non)plan to speak on Saturday to figure out where/when to meet.
Mean while, the Chicago friend that I am staying with is working some ticket leads and thinks she found one where the fact that I am fun, single and pretty might win out over the hundred of guys clamoring and likely willing to pay tons of money for the ticket. In theory I should be looking forward to this ... a new single guy, a potentially historical football game. But, the thing is, I'd rather get drunk with 2X, engage in some harmless flirting and, depending on the degree of drunkenness, maybe some public making out. I want someone to make me feel pretty and wanted and with 2X I'd put the odds of that at 85-90%. With random football guy its one great big unknown.
So, I'm blaming it on the full moon
In other news:
SWIM: open water; 34 minutes; AvgHR 128; MaxHR 152
BIKE: 15 miles (ouch); 1:30ish; RUN: 2 miles; 20ish; AvgHR 139; MaxHR 168
OFF DAY
SWIM: open water; 30 minutes; BIKE: 4.6 miles; RUN: 1 mile; AvgHR 136; MaxHR 170
OFF DAY
SWIM: 1200 yds (800yds in 15 minutes); BIKE: 3 miles
After four and one half relaxing days in my favorite vacation destination I spent today at home before I leave for Chicago and football tomorrow. Vacation was fun - not great weather but good enough. Two open water swims, one day at the beach, too much to drink, just enough time with my friend's two children :) and lots of sleep, good food and conversation.
Lately there have been tons of articles about breast feeding (touting it as the best thing since sliced bread and stating that NOT breast feeding is akin to child abuse, um, give me a break) and how America is currently baby obsessed. I feel like I can't go one week without having to have a conversation about breast feeding and it kind of drives me crazy. Thankfully my friend with the two children that visited while we were on vacation is not nursing but she has decided to stay at home.
We spoke about baby obsession, nursing and stay at home moms a fair amount and I came back here for my in between day NOT WANTING TO GO BACK TO WORK ... but, I'll admit, my day at home was kind of boring. I slept in, finished my book, went swimming and bike riding and did a ton of laundry but ... yeah, not thrilling. I know that when you have kids its a whole different ball game and I think I'd have a hard time leaving them with a stranger at too young an age and I would definitely like to not HAVE to work but ... I don't think I could just sit home either.
Someone I work with gets ANGRY whenever she speaks to another woman who says she wants to stay at home after having kids - she says that women didn't fight all these years for this generation to revert to the 1950s. We talked about that this week on vacation and someone said smartly that no, they didn't work all those years so that this generation could revert to an earlier time - they worked all these years so that we could have a choice about how we spend our days and nights. That arguably obvious statement made me feel much better about the dilemma - which for me is very, very hypothetical but as the articles say, its sort of a societal obsession so even those who aren't dealing with the dilemma are forced to address it - if I have a child I don't have to spend my days bare foot in the kitchen with a baby on my boob but I also don't have to drop my month old baby at an anonymous day care and continue to work a million hours a day - I get to choose. Now, if only I could get better at making decisions.
***
I don't have tickets to the game this weekend and in light of the fact that tickets are going for $500-$600 each I'm not real confident about a nice old man giving me his extra ticket for face value (it has happened before, I did have to do an Irish jig for those tickets but I've probably done more for less:)). I started emailing some Chicago friends that I hadn't spoken to in awhile and who I thought would also be attending ticketless. My first attempt resulted in the following reply:
"Yes, I am going to the game with my girlfriend. Her name is Charlotte. She has a lead on tickets." To which I replied, "Like the web?" and shockingly got no response.
My next more successful email was to an ex-ex boyfriend (not HIM but the ex-bf before him - we'll call him 2X). 2X was happy to hear from me, claims that he is single and said he would keep me posted on tailgating/game watching plans. I would say that our email resulted in witty banter which is not suprising - I now have a 1X to direct my anger and neurosis towards and I did date 2X for almost a year and I did like him (at the time) ... he re-emailed today to confirm our (non)plan to speak on Saturday to figure out where/when to meet.
Mean while, the Chicago friend that I am staying with is working some ticket leads and thinks she found one where the fact that I am fun, single and pretty might win out over the hundred of guys clamoring and likely willing to pay tons of money for the ticket. In theory I should be looking forward to this ... a new single guy, a potentially historical football game. But, the thing is, I'd rather get drunk with 2X, engage in some harmless flirting and, depending on the degree of drunkenness, maybe some public making out. I want someone to make me feel pretty and wanted and with 2X I'd put the odds of that at 85-90%. With random football guy its one great big unknown.
So, I'm blaming it on the full moon
In other news:
SWIM: open water; 34 minutes; AvgHR 128; MaxHR 152
BIKE: 15 miles (ouch); 1:30ish; RUN: 2 miles; 20ish; AvgHR 139; MaxHR 168
OFF DAY
SWIM: open water; 30 minutes; BIKE: 4.6 miles; RUN: 1 mile; AvgHR 136; MaxHR 170
OFF DAY
SWIM: 1200 yds (800yds in 15 minutes); BIKE: 3 miles
Friday, September 01, 2006
Rain, rain go away ...
... come again another day, little K.Michele wants to play.
In the good old days when I was an only child rather than the oldest of three, Mom and I used to spend the summers in western NJ with my grandparents (with Dad joining on the weekends). Grandma used to recite that rhyme when the rain would keep us cooped up inside
Right now I'd change it to rain, rain STAY away, little K.Michele wants to get on her flight tonight. I'd rather be on the Island in the rain in a house than trapped in my apartment all weekend - either way though I think we'll be feeling the effect of hurricane Ernesto. Such an unpredictable time of year weather wise.
Work was slow today so I cut out for awhile and went to a spinning class followed by 1 mile on the treadmill - it was super humid in the spinning room so I was a sweaty mess and I must still be dehydrated (despite drinking a ton of water) because I am so tired and have so little energy ... I hope if I keep chugging water I'll feel better by the time the taxi gets here. Of course, since I can't bring water on the plane, I'll probably re-dehydrate!
Anyway:
SPIN: 10 miles(?); 45 minutes; AvgHR: 139; MaxHR: 167
RUN (treadmill): 1 mile; 10:26; AvgHR: 155; MaxHR: 168
And, despite the fact that I've currently sworn off men, I promised myself that I would email one person each week from that website (just because I had one bad experience doesn't mean I shouldn't try again, right?). This week's guy wrote back right away and then went radio silent for awhile. Today he sent his phone number and I called him (go me!) ... Conversation went well and we made loose plans to meet up next week. I figure nothing ventured nothing gained ... and as long as it fits in with So.Much.Fun. its all good:)
In the good old days when I was an only child rather than the oldest of three, Mom and I used to spend the summers in western NJ with my grandparents (with Dad joining on the weekends). Grandma used to recite that rhyme when the rain would keep us cooped up inside
Right now I'd change it to rain, rain STAY away, little K.Michele wants to get on her flight tonight. I'd rather be on the Island in the rain in a house than trapped in my apartment all weekend - either way though I think we'll be feeling the effect of hurricane Ernesto. Such an unpredictable time of year weather wise.
Work was slow today so I cut out for awhile and went to a spinning class followed by 1 mile on the treadmill - it was super humid in the spinning room so I was a sweaty mess and I must still be dehydrated (despite drinking a ton of water) because I am so tired and have so little energy ... I hope if I keep chugging water I'll feel better by the time the taxi gets here. Of course, since I can't bring water on the plane, I'll probably re-dehydrate!
Anyway:
SPIN: 10 miles(?); 45 minutes; AvgHR: 139; MaxHR: 167
RUN (treadmill): 1 mile; 10:26; AvgHR: 155; MaxHR: 168
And, despite the fact that I've currently sworn off men, I promised myself that I would email one person each week from that website (just because I had one bad experience doesn't mean I shouldn't try again, right?). This week's guy wrote back right away and then went radio silent for awhile. Today he sent his phone number and I called him (go me!) ... Conversation went well and we made loose plans to meet up next week. I figure nothing ventured nothing gained ... and as long as it fits in with So.Much.Fun. its all good:)
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Three Things
1. Why I will not be running in the park tonight:
KISS
Central Park Makeout
What: Bring your lip-locking partner (and plenty of mints) to the premier PDA event.
Why: "For no particular cause, other than to promote shameless kissing in public."
When: Thurs., 7 p.m.
Where: Sheep’s Meadow, CPW, at 66th St.
Um, why would anyone want to promote shameless kissing in public?? No thank you, please. I will be running in my own hood.
2. I am a huge dork.
I went to the store to buy a bicycle pump and I got a PINK one. I also got a pink water bottle that I can drink from after filling my bicycle tires with my pink pump while wearing my pink sweatsuit. Issues. Check.
3. I think I have fans!!
I don't necessarily want the people who I interact with daily to read this but it turns out that having a blog with no readers is not that fun. So, I have told two special people about my little blog and invited them to read. You know who you are ... thanks Kids:)
KISS
Central Park Makeout
What: Bring your lip-locking partner (and plenty of mints) to the premier PDA event.
Why: "For no particular cause, other than to promote shameless kissing in public."
When: Thurs., 7 p.m.
Where: Sheep’s Meadow, CPW, at 66th St.
Um, why would anyone want to promote shameless kissing in public?? No thank you, please. I will be running in my own hood.
2. I am a huge dork.
I went to the store to buy a bicycle pump and I got a PINK one. I also got a pink water bottle that I can drink from after filling my bicycle tires with my pink pump while wearing my pink sweatsuit. Issues. Check.
3. I think I have fans!!
I don't necessarily want the people who I interact with daily to read this but it turns out that having a blog with no readers is not that fun. So, I have told two special people about my little blog and invited them to read. You know who you are ... thanks Kids:)
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Moving backwards ...
I am going to a football game at my college next weekend. My Chicago friend and I were planning our exploites and commented that it used to be easier. EVERYONE used to go to the first game. But now, our peers have children. And every head must be ticketed. So do you go to the game if you have a child? Apparently not.
Tonight I finally talked to one of my oldest high school friends. To be truthful, he was my first crush (ssshhhhhhh, don't tell!). He has a girlfriend and they have "serious" conversations, they are planning a vacation together.
I also spoke to my parents. This weekend (Labor Day), I am going to see them at their summer house in my favorite vacation destination. I am going with my oldest friend. I have known her since I was three and our parents are friends. So, yeah, I'm planning a vacation with my parents and my childhood friend and her parents. We used to go on vacation together long before we could drive ... and here we are again.
While I am there, I want to swim in the ocean (freestyle, lap type swimming in my wetsuit ... not riding the waves swimming) and I need someone to watch me so I asked my Dad. I also mentioned how I was excited that tonight, on my bike ride, I managed to get the water bottle out of the cage, drink from it and get the water bottle back into the cage all without crashing or otherwise freaking out. Dad is of course willing to watch me swim and happy that I drank out of the water bottle but, um, I'm thirty. Not to mention that I've never been even remotely athletic or coordinated so he's got to wonder about my later in life attraction to endurance sports.
As a parent, you've got to look forward to the day when you get invited on vacation with your children and their families ... and I know my mother likes it when I have a serious guy to buy me jewelry on holidays (not that they've ever been good at it, the only jewelry that he ever bought me was HEINOUS and the other guy bought me, 5 years out of college, the same bracelet that my brother bought for his high school girlfriend ...).
But hey Mom and Dad, look on the bright side. It might look like I'm regressing while all my friends are growing up, getting serious and having kids but at least I'm being proactive and I'm gonna be buff ... I'm not sitting around drinking malt liquor or eating bon bons (oreos, but not bon bons). I'm bettering myself and if you want to go on vacation with me ... well, the triathlon is on the Jersey shore:)
And in keeping with that, we can hope that Mom and Dad would be happy with this:
BIKE: approximately 5 miles, 31:09, AvgHR 128
RUN: 2 miles; 20:48; AvgHR 158; MaxHR 168
Tonight I finally talked to one of my oldest high school friends. To be truthful, he was my first crush (ssshhhhhhh, don't tell!). He has a girlfriend and they have "serious" conversations, they are planning a vacation together.
I also spoke to my parents. This weekend (Labor Day), I am going to see them at their summer house in my favorite vacation destination. I am going with my oldest friend. I have known her since I was three and our parents are friends. So, yeah, I'm planning a vacation with my parents and my childhood friend and her parents. We used to go on vacation together long before we could drive ... and here we are again.
While I am there, I want to swim in the ocean (freestyle, lap type swimming in my wetsuit ... not riding the waves swimming) and I need someone to watch me so I asked my Dad. I also mentioned how I was excited that tonight, on my bike ride, I managed to get the water bottle out of the cage, drink from it and get the water bottle back into the cage all without crashing or otherwise freaking out. Dad is of course willing to watch me swim and happy that I drank out of the water bottle but, um, I'm thirty. Not to mention that I've never been even remotely athletic or coordinated so he's got to wonder about my later in life attraction to endurance sports.
As a parent, you've got to look forward to the day when you get invited on vacation with your children and their families ... and I know my mother likes it when I have a serious guy to buy me jewelry on holidays (not that they've ever been good at it, the only jewelry that he ever bought me was HEINOUS and the other guy bought me, 5 years out of college, the same bracelet that my brother bought for his high school girlfriend ...).
But hey Mom and Dad, look on the bright side. It might look like I'm regressing while all my friends are growing up, getting serious and having kids but at least I'm being proactive and I'm gonna be buff ... I'm not sitting around drinking malt liquor or eating bon bons (oreos, but not bon bons). I'm bettering myself and if you want to go on vacation with me ... well, the triathlon is on the Jersey shore:)
And in keeping with that, we can hope that Mom and Dad would be happy with this:
BIKE: approximately 5 miles, 31:09, AvgHR 128
RUN: 2 miles; 20:48; AvgHR 158; MaxHR 168
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
And then ... there was one
Less than two months ago I left my office, walked to his apartment, opened the door with my key and sauntered over to his lap. We were 14 days shy of 1 year and had just survived a hellish family (his) vacation; we were not perfect but in my mind we were moving forward. Apparently not. He pushed (but not really physically, it was as if his thoughts moved me) off of his lap and declared that we had no future. I cried. Packed. Called for a ride. And 20 minutes later I was gone.
I'm likely to divulge the details eventually but their importance is not great. For now I'll just say that we have not spoken and are not likely to.
I am a regular blog lurker but have never been inclined to comment much less host my own . Until now. Somedays, like today, it really is two steps forward and 1,000 steps back. So I have decided to write this for me, but also for you ... it is my story of moving forward.
The days after IT ended were busy. IT ended on a Thursday. Friday there was shopping. Saturday a flight to my favorite vacation destination. More shopping. I signed up for sailing lessons, a triathlon, a triathlon training group and I went to a concert ...
The concert was Cowboy Mouth and it was So. Much. Fun.
If I was with him, I wouldn't have gone. There was drinking, and he doesn't partake. There was dancing, jumping and laughing with my friends. My friends were not his friends. Dancing and jumping does not fit his ... errr ... 'frame'. The singer announced that he was going to sing a 'sad' song about a couple breaking up. My friends brought me a beer. Cowboy Mouth sang This Much Fun.
The little light went on in my head.
I was sad. My life was turned upside down. But deep down I knew that I was having fun. So. Much. Fun.
That was almost two months ago. And I am still having So.Much.Fun.
I have a new haircut. I am in great shape, arguably 'healthier' shape than just before I ran the marathon last year. I am swimming, biking, running and pilates-ing my way through life ... and once a week, in my free time, I try to sail (and for the record I also work). I am reconnecting with old friends and trying to make new ones. I am still sad and sometimes lonely but I realize that I don't miss him or even IT and that means that there is much better to be had. Even if that means learning to not be lonely when I'm alone.
So, here we are. This is my story of moving on. Swimming (biking, running, pilates-ing and sailing) Through the City and all that it has to offer.
Welcome.
I'm likely to divulge the details eventually but their importance is not great. For now I'll just say that we have not spoken and are not likely to.
I am a regular blog lurker but have never been inclined to comment much less host my own . Until now. Somedays, like today, it really is two steps forward and 1,000 steps back. So I have decided to write this for me, but also for you ... it is my story of moving forward.
The days after IT ended were busy. IT ended on a Thursday. Friday there was shopping. Saturday a flight to my favorite vacation destination. More shopping. I signed up for sailing lessons, a triathlon, a triathlon training group and I went to a concert ...
The concert was Cowboy Mouth and it was So. Much. Fun.
If I was with him, I wouldn't have gone. There was drinking, and he doesn't partake. There was dancing, jumping and laughing with my friends. My friends were not his friends. Dancing and jumping does not fit his ... errr ... 'frame'. The singer announced that he was going to sing a 'sad' song about a couple breaking up. My friends brought me a beer. Cowboy Mouth sang This Much Fun.
The little light went on in my head.
I was sad. My life was turned upside down. But deep down I knew that I was having fun. So. Much. Fun.
That was almost two months ago. And I am still having So.Much.Fun.
I have a new haircut. I am in great shape, arguably 'healthier' shape than just before I ran the marathon last year. I am swimming, biking, running and pilates-ing my way through life ... and once a week, in my free time, I try to sail (and for the record I also work). I am reconnecting with old friends and trying to make new ones. I am still sad and sometimes lonely but I realize that I don't miss him or even IT and that means that there is much better to be had. Even if that means learning to not be lonely when I'm alone.
So, here we are. This is my story of moving on. Swimming (biking, running, pilates-ing and sailing) Through the City and all that it has to offer.
Welcome.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)