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
Friday, September 29, 2006
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.
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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:)
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