Giuseppe, 007, Halloween…and I Still Haven’t Run!

Good morning!

So, this is your official update that, almost three weeks out, I haven’t run yet.

I think my biggest argument against the marathon lifestyle right now is the recovery time.  I know I’m taking longer than most, but my goodness is this getting old.

Since I’ve turned this primarily into a running blog, I don’t know what to talk about when I’m not running. My puppy? (check! See below).  Halloween? (check! See below).  My intense crush on the new James Bond Theme Song? (also check! See below).  But sadly I still unable to contribute to the training recaps or race recaps or even the “I’m so sad I’m not running” recaps because that’s already been covered.

Although, a couple of sprints across the living room yesterday indicate that I might be ready for a pain free run this weekend!

And of course, this happens when we have our first freeze of the season.  Wednesday was 80 degrees.  Today I have Giuseppe bundled up in a sweater because it is so cold! (and how many times is he going to want to come in and out of the house this morning???).

So it looks like our perfect running temperatures were wasted on me this year.  Bring on the winter running gear!

I have at least been keeping active this week, but no matter what, I can’t make the elliptical feel like a good workout.

So….Basically, I just wanted to say “HI!” and share a Giuseppe picture.

And a song!

I’m pretty sure Adele was put on this earth to make a James Bond theme song.  This is just so perfect.

I rarely take interest in new movies that aren’t Harry Potter or Disney, but James Bond movies create a world so glamorous and exciting that I can’t help but want to live it in and drink martinis and save the world everyday.  And if Adele is there, sign me up!

In other news, Happy Halloween weekend! I haven’t dressed up in 4 years, but I’m kind of wanting to this year.  (We usually don’t go out on Halloween so, I would likely be dressed up watching Hocus Pocus or Monster House and eating candy since there are no children in our neighborhood, but I always buy a bag “just in case”).  I do plan on carving some super awesome pumpkins this weekend and possibly making a spooky cocktail that I find on Pinterest.

Are you dressing up this year? I need inspiration! 

Good luck to everyone racing!  I know a lot of people are doing fun costume runs! I’m so jealous because we have like 2 happening here this weekend.  And I hope Sandy doesn’t kill the Marine Corps Marathon!

Have a great Halloween weekend!

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Race Shout Out and Marathon Musings

Sending Fast Thoughts To:

1) Rachel is running her first marathon on Sunday!!! I’ve been sending her good luck vibes for the last couple of weeks to make sure they make it to Scotland in time.  Through this whole process, I think Rachel and I have been on the same page.  Every weekend, after the long run, we’re both like, “WHY THE F**K are we doing this?”  Followed immediately by “GIVE ME A BEER!”  I’m excited to see her recap and race bling!

Surly that can’t be it?  I’m so sorry if I missed you.

GOOD LUCK, RACHEL!

So, for the past couple of days my life has been busy with non-running related activities (what are those again?).  Two of our best friends are getting married tonight (the continuation of the bachelor/bachelorette parties from a few weeks ago), and there will be cupcakes, and there will be wine.  Tomorrow (AFTER the post wedding BBQ) I will restart my clean eating.  I am not strong enough to pass up cupcakes and wine.  And I’m not sorry.

Also, as a result of this wedding, I was fixing my toe-nail polish, and after stripping the old stuff off, I realized that the corner of my big toe was black.

EWWWWWWE.

I don’t know the rules of losing toenails (I tried googling it, but couldn’t handle the images/descriptions for more than a few seconds), but I’m hoping that a black corner does not equal a total loss.  I’ve been so proud of my feet through marathon training because I’ve only gotten 1 big blister, but I’m scared that this might ruin everything.  Also, it sounds painful.  Can one run a marathon without a toenail and be comfortable?

Let’s talk about something else.

In other news, I can now stalk the Chicago weather on a daily basis.  I’ve been looking at weather.com for the last few weeks to track any trends, but now I can obsess over day-of statistics! So far, things are looking great! In fact, this whole time I’ve been worried about excessive heat…looks like I may have to worry more about colder temps instead.

I think I’ve also calmed down a bit from my I’m Going To Have a Marathon Induced Heart Attack! episode thanks to blog land.  Turns out, taper madness is a real condition that makes you truly experience symptoms of paranoia/anxiety/obsession.  I kinda thought it was just me, but when I started seeing everyone else writing posts about the same things, I realized that I am not alone.  So thank you, blog peeps! Luckily I’ve had this wedding to help get my mind on other things.  Next week I’ll have to create another distraction.

Speaking of next week, I will be doing my marathon countdown, and I plan on having one long “Get Your Head in the Game” week with lots of quotes, Pinterest finds, and general “pump me up” inspiration. I have no doubt that I can run the marathon I want physically, but I need to get my head on the same wave length.

I hope you have a good weekend!  What are you up to?

Ponds, Other Sides of Ponds, National Tequila Day, and Beating Boys

Happy Wednesday!

This morning I was watching The Today Show being broadcast from London, so not only am I getting super excited for the Olympics, but all this talk about England is also making me want to buy some Burberry and watch Harry Potter with Duchess Kate while eating fish and chips.  Is that too much to ask???

I have never been to Europe (and I pretty much refuse to have children until I do go), so my London envy is a little out of control right now.

Meanwhile, on this side of the pond…

We actually developed our own makeshift backyard pond yesterday thanks to a torrential downpour and a lightning storm directly above our house (for about 15 minutes, the lightning and thunder were coming at the exact same time).  It has been a few years since I remember it raining this much.  I’m almost at the point where I’m not as excited about it everyday.  ALMOST.  Please bear with this poor desert dweller and her excitement over rain.

And yesterday, in case you missed it as I did until about 2:00 pm, was National Tequila Day.  I love that my husband will jump up from the couch upon hearing news like that and proceed to the grocery store for margarita mix so we can celebrate! Because what kind of Americans would we be if we had knowledge of such a national holiday and chose NOT to celebrate?  We’re also been inspired by Mad Men to build up our liquor collection (for display purposes and also for when Roger Sterling visits and requests a glass of whatever on the rocks), so we bought a very big bottle of tequila at Costco the other day.  This *should* last us a few years.  Maybe.  Also used our RnRAZ shot glass.  In just a few short months I can fill it to the “26.2” level and not feel unworthy!

And because this is mostly a running blog…

Yesterday I had a fantastic tempo run.  Definitely my strongest yet.  It is extraordinarily satisfying to have some macho man think that he can catch up with me because I’m 5 feet tall and decked out in pink and sparkle headbands only to hear his footsteps slowly fade in the background!  He also got an especially smug smirk as I turned around to go back home.  Never gets old.

However, I’m having some IT band annoyance again and the heel was bugging me again last night. Maybe a bit of karma for the smug smirk?  I was hopeful because everything was holding up through the mileage this weekend. Today is a recovery day (we’ll probably do 4 miles on the elliptical), so hopefully the break along with my rehabbing will allow everything to calm down.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful day!

Bitterness Toward the Snow that Infringed Upon my Sunshine

(UPDATE: Since posting this, reports of two devestating tornadoes hitting Dallas have surfaced.  Obviously this makes my weather complaints a little overdramatic.  I hope all of you Dallas peeps are ok.  My thoughts are with you).

I knew it was too good to be true.

The last two weeks have been perfect with none of the typical March wind.  Just glorious, perfect 75-80 degree sunshine. We’ve dined al fresco, brought out the summer clothes, and put bad thoughts about the mean cold behind us.

{Taken less than 48 hours ago when we sat outside in our summer clothes at the winery}

Because the weather had been so nice,  last weekend we went to Lowe’s and went a little plant crazy. Aaron let out his inner farmer and got all sorts of veggie seeds, and I pretended that we didn’t live in the barren desert and bought some tropical plants for the yard (if you water them enough it should work, right?).

{Only appropriate that I have a lavender plant I think}

Last summer was kind of a garden dud.  Albuquerque had one of the coldest winters on record after a few weeks of warm (in other words, plants came out of hibernation and then froze to death) followed by one of the driest summers on record (we had no moisture for about 3 months straight and when it did rain, it was more of a spit).  Plus, we had  just gotten a puppy whose whole purpose in the dog world is to dig out mice from the ground (but really, he’ll dig holes for any reason). So, not only did we not have a garden, but whatever plants/trees we did have pretty much decided to head to the great big nursery in the sky.

But this year was different.  We were going to have an amazing backyard and host amazing backyard parties, and everything would be perfect. 

But the weather decided to throw us for a loop.

We’ve been watching the temperature closely these last few days.  Since Sunday night, the highs have dropped about 20 degrees, but the lows were staying in the high 30’s. I figured we (and our little veggies) would be ok.

All was good until I woke up this morning to SNOW!

Not just a few flakes here and there.  This by far is the most snow we’ve had all year.

I went into full on panic mode this morning and did a frantic rescue effort.  I ran outside in whatever clothes I found first on the floor (sorry you had to see that, neighbor lady).  The tomatoes, ferns, and strawberries got hauled inside.  The veggie garden got covered with every spare blanket and towel I could find.  Poor Giuseppe even had to sacrifice his blanket to the cause (he wasn’t too happy about it).   

Then, after trying to organize the frizzy hair mess into a bun, I had to pull out some winter weather gear (my body did not like the idea of being stuffed into skinny jeans and boots after living in skirts and dresses) while trying to stop Giuseppe from eating the plants that are  now taking up my living room.

Our run tonight might be very muddy and cold.  I’m already dreading it.  And making up excuses to sit on the couch with some soup and a snuggly blanket…if only they weren’t all keeping the lettuce sprouts warm.

And if this wasn’t crazy enough, tomorrow is supposed to be back up to 70.

DUMB.

Also dumb are my protective instincts toward plants. 

And, in case you were wondering, I didn’t win the lotto (or even get two right numbers on the same ticket).  If I had, I would be at some lovely beach resort instead of blogging during lunch in winter wonderland.  I’m pretty bitter toward machine generated lotto numbers right about now.  Guess I’ll have to buy that DeLorean some other day.