Monthly Archives: December 2012

Think living in a cloud would be totally thrilling

Christmas and the week before was a random mess of illness, snow, and Dr. appointments.  I had another bout with reflux but I was mostly able to run through it.  Didn’t take any medicine so I am still feeling some burning in my gut.

I’ve been mostly running on the snow and ice which means my pace is considerably slower.  Sometimes I try to finish up with some fast treadmill miles but I’m usually tired from climbing up and down snow mounds.  I need to do a 14 miler at some point this weekend so I made RKY put his hulu app on my PS3.  Reruns of the Mindy Project should keep me occupied.

Christmas was different because we didn’t go to my gambi’s house… cause, you know..she’s dead.   I went to my parent’s house both days but I go there everyday.  The only difference was everyone was dressed a smidgen nicer.  It went well until my two warring sisters started to go at it and then they dramatically stormed off with their presents.  We left quietly and I spent the rest of the day assembling toys that Red does not play with.  She is content to sit and shove plastic cookies in Cookie Monster’s mouth all day.  What an easy life.

Hit up some after Christmas sales and stocked up on $1 bags of M&Ms and $1 cookie doughs.  There’s my lunch for the next two weeks.  I’m only half kidding.  I will also have to order a pizza because it’s the only food Red will eat anymore.  Not that I’m complaining…pizza is delicious.

I did get some running related presents but not the ones I really need. I guess a foam roller and compression socks are not the most exciting presents.  I’ve been wearing my new Brooks PureConnect and the jury is still out.  My feet feel heavy in them.  I think I like the Green Silence better and of course, my Nike Frees the best.  I will continue to buy sweatshop shoes out of necessity.  I also got some more Ininji socks which are awesome and warm on these cold as hell days.  RKY bought me a nano to replace my cracked and royally effed up touch.  I give it two months before it meets a similar demise.


I’m not mean, I’m a thousand years old

I’m trying to recall my workouts last week and they aren’t really coming to me.  I know I slept in on Friday and planned on running later if Red fell asleep.  I never got around to it because I was too horribly depressed.  How can parents send their smiling child off to school on Friday morning and be burying them on Monday?  I am usually unaffected by tragedies and disasters that happen elsewhere, but, to me, this one feels worse than 9/11.

I ran 13 miles on the treadmill Saturday morning while watching episodes of It’s Always Sunny.  A couple of times I laughed and got tripped up but it was so worth it.

Sunday I slept in again but I did an improvised strength training workout which means I walked around with my hand weights for awhile and did a few moves.  Later I dragged myself outside for a noon run.  Felt pretty sluggish but still maintained a 7:30 pace for 7 miles.  Monday I woke up and holy cow I hurt.  Those impromptu squats I did on Sunday really did a number on my inner thighs.  did not run on Monday. The most exciting thing I did on Monday was call the cops on a rando stranger lurking around at work.  He asked for my help so while I was helping him I kept asking him questions and he was sloooow to respond.  He was too busy flipping his eyelid inside out and back.  yeaaaa.  Then a couple teenagers came up to me and said they thought he was doing drugs in the back.  Not smoking, like snorting hard drugs.  So I called the non-emergency police line.  Didn’t want them showing up guns a blazing.  Well it connected to 911 anyway.  So I asked the dispatcher if cops could just casually show up and walk around.  Apparently they don’t do that.  They came in and immediately went to the guy and started searching his bags.  They found nothing.  Whatever.  I’m not taking any chances anymore.  They asked if they should escort him out and I said, no, he could stay if he had no weapons or drugs.  Luckily the dude left about 15 minutes later with his garbage sack of belongings.  

This morning I ran 8 miles outside, in the dark, for the first time since the creepy incident last Thursday.  I had a carefully plotted course along busy streets and I did not use my iPod.  My inner thighs are still screaming at me.  That is what I get for doing strength training. 

I had my annual exam scheduled for 8:30 so I actually took a long time in the shower… wanna be fresh for that right?  I even shaved my legs and made sure my bra was clean.  Got their right on time and waited and waited. More people came in and we waited.  Finally they told us that the Dr. was in emergency surgery so we needed to reschedule.  All that primping ended up being for the weirdos at work.  Will go back to the Dr. on Thursday, but a massive blizzard will probably cause another reschedule.  Maybe I won’t shave my legs for that one.

perhaps an overreaction

I had a scary encounter this morning on my run… maybe it wouldn’t have been scary if I knew the strangers’ intentions.  On the second loop of my run, I headed through the old downtown section.  It is well lit and only a block from the police station, so it is odd that this happened there.  A car was coming up the street and then pulled up next to me.  It was an old clunker with two people, a man probably my age driving and someone else in the passenger seat.  The man suddenly opened his door and was saying something to me.  I couldn’t hear because I was listening to music.  He looked like he was being a smartass and I was scared that he might jump out, so I ignored them and quickly turned down an alleyway.  He quickly turned down it behind me.  At the end of the alley is the police station, but I figured the door would be locked and cops would be out like they were when I tried to report the two people having sex in the middle of the road one morning last yr.  So I quickly turned and ran through a yard two doors down from the station.  The car couldn’t follow me so they had to come out by the police station.  I kept turning around to see if the car or someone on foot was following me but I didn’t see them.  Nonetheless, I continued to run through yards and finally stopped by a garage to turn off my ipod and Runkeeper.  I walked through yards and into the cul-de-sac behind my house.  Then I walked to our road, looked for the car, and made a mad dash for our front door.  As soon as I got inside, I locked the door and pulled down shades.  Then I finished my run on the treadmill, where I have a feeling I will be running a lot more from now on. 

Obviously I don’t know what this guy was saying to me but I knew I hadn’t dropped anything and I knew I didn’t know him.  If he needed directions why would he creep up on a women in the dark?  It was about 6 a.m. but the two gas stations in town were clearly open and on the main road in and out of town. 

In the wake of recent events involving runners and meth heads and other horrible incidents, I think I did the smart thing.  I don’t know why I didn’t take out my earbuds first, but it was a gut reaction.  It wasn’t a racist thing, I am white, he was white.  I was probably being a bit judgmental on the crappy car though.  I know I did what my mother would have wanted me to do, because that is exactly what we did when a car full of guys pulled up beside us on a busy Chicago street and started to get out of the car.  We ran like hell back to our hotel. 

I am not sure what I am going to do tomorrow.  If I run outside, I will probably run without music for a while.  I will also avoid that street because the laundromat is on it and is open 24 hours.  Maybe weirdos hang out there all night?  I want to feel safe in this town and I’m probably overreacting but it’s crummy to live in a world of fear. 

Treading along

The weather here had been beautiful up until about a week ago.  I’ve been treadmilling along since.  I used to not mind the sub freezing temperatures, but this year I have turned into a total wiener.   I push myself a lot harder on the treadmill which means I’ve been running faster than ever in my daily runs.  In some ways that makes no sense because I don’t have any upcoming races and I haven’t even run one since October. 

I am getting sick of watching Home Improvement and My Name Is Early reruns on TBS, so I think I will bundle up and head out tomorrow morning.  I have exhausted my interests on Netflix which doesn’t say much for their selection or my preference for lame comedies and staged reality shows.

Red is sick.  She threw up this morning on the way to her 15 month appointment.  I had to hold her while the doctor checked her ears and I nearly gagged on the smell.  I will forever have the smelly child.  At least she is growing.  Her height went from the 11th percentile to the 29th. wooo.  Her head went from the 97th to 99th.  Feeling better about that c-section now.