Bring on 09 Baby. Bring It!

Yippy for 2009!

What I am thinking for this year might sound a bit broad, but if I apply it to the different areas of my life, then it's more specific.

BROADEN MY HORIZONS

That's it, you might ask?
Yep. That's it.

Think about it:

Workouts: Try new things, mix it up. I love running and yoga but I need to get back to lifting weights, back to kickboxing, back to spin classes. Expand my routine.

Health: There are several more things I can do to live a healthier life. Cut my drinking, do a master cleanse, etc, etc.

Friends: Pick up the phone and reconnect with old friends. Actually go visit them. Reach out to new friends, make an effort to get out of my hermit shell.

Dating: Uhm, yeah this will be the hard part for me this year. But it has to be done. I'm not going to get anywhere in this arena if I'm home having dinners with you-know-who all the time. I need to get out where there is an opportunity to actually meet someone I find interesting (no easy feat, my friends).

So there you have it.

Happy new year to all and to all a good night. Be safe and don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Tales of a Slacker

This is not just a place to talk about all the great runs and yoga classes. Sometimes I need to use this as a tool to come clean.

People, I have been a serious slacker since Saturday. It's already Tuesday and I have not done a darn thing. No excuses allowed, but here's what happened.

Sunday - woke up seriously body tired. I did a double workout on Saturday, so I figured Sun would be a good day to rest.

Monday - woke up tired so didn't run. Poop. Then got invited to nice yummy dinner so skipped yoga. Double Poop.

Tuesday - woke up tired again. And tonight I have a networking work thingy so no yoga.

Basically, I have a lot of making up to do over my days off. But I'm up for the challenge.

Sorry, gonna make you wait one more day for my 2009 thoughts...

Updates

A couple people have asked about my healthy Mexican casserole. Well, I will most def not post the recipe that I made up because it was not so good. I guess some things you just can't make too healthy. One word use to describe my dish was "slimy." So if you're still interested in a slimy dinner, then hit me up.

Sometimes I wonder why I bother.
I'm in a serious whoa-is-me mood right now.
I'm so happy 2008 is over.
I hope I can really make some changes to make 2009 better. I'm still pondering this and will most likely post my 2009 thoughts tomorrow.

Taking a quick look back, let's see what my 08 goals were and how I did:

1. No drinking for 2 weeks starting today. (Yea, that didn't happen)
2. Run 20 miles a week minimum. (I almost made it - I averaged about 17 miles per week)
3. Get to 135 and stay there. (Yep.)
A. Buy a scale. (Done)
B. Don't be crazy. (Well, you be the judge. I'm guessing 'crazy' is just my nature)
4. Run Half Marathon in Feb and at least 3 other races this year. (One per quarter perhaps)
(I didn't run one per quarter, but I did 2 half marathons, a 5k and a kick ass full marathon).

Overall, not to shabby. I guess.
I sure hope I can get out of work early to hit up yoga.
I'm in need of a serious attitude adjustment.

Song of the day: Comes and Goes In Waves by Greg Laswell

Point and Click

No time to really post - on my way to yoga.
Ran a sweet 10 miler in perfect cool, crisp weather.

Racking up the points on the booty buster challenge. I guess no work and all play make it easy to do. How is everyone else doing??

Going to attempt to make a healthy Mexican casserole tonight! My first attempt. We shall see.

Happy weekend.

Eve of it All

I might have had some wine. But had to share the daily events:
1. I did Bikram yoga this morning and it was fan tab u lous. So glad I went. It was something for myself and it was healthy. And it made me cope with life and family and everything else. Love it.

2. Fam time was fun. My mom actually did ok on the p[resents. I got some earrings that i wanted. I did get some silly fluffy blue jammers but I'm wearing them and its all good.

3. wine is good.

4. Ex boyfriends are good too.

peace
out

Gift Giving 101

Although I took the post down, I did have a rag-on-dad day. So in all fairness, I'd like to share a little bit more about my mother. I've talked about her a few times in this blog. She is quite a character. Tying this into the holidays, let's talk about my mom and her gift giving.

It goes back as long as I can remember. As a child, when I was into barbies, my mom would get me a hula hoop. As a teen when I was into wearing all black, my mom would get me a pink frilly top. Then when I started wearing pink, she would buy me a black studded belt. It boils down to the fact that she just doesn't get me. Never has. Probably never will.

My sister and I learned that our best bet was to be really, really specific with her. A couple years ago we told her to get us some p.j.'s. I mean, can you really mess up jammies? Yes, yes you can. I ended up with a bright blue number with cartoon characters on them. In my entire life, I have never, ever worn ANYTHING with a cartoon character on it.

So I decided to get even more specific. She means well and wants to get us something that we want/need so I thought it would be helpful to just start sending her LINKS to exactly what we have in mind. I hate to see her wasting money on something that I will never use. So for my birthday I sent her a link of this eyeshadow primer that I wanted. It was about $25. BUT she didn't want to just get me the eyeshadow primer. So she got me a gift package that came with a VERY small sample of the primer, along with eyeshadow, eyeliner and GLITTER that cost about $45. People~ I am not a glitter person. Nor will I wear the eyeliner. So basically, she didn't listen, spent more money and didn't get me what I wanted. Just so typical of her.

I can't wait to see what's in store for Christmas!

Foto Fun Friday

With nothing really on my mind today (due to too much wine while present wrapping)

I'm going with ...

FOTO FUN FRIDAY

19th picture in the 12th folder

This was taken last May right before the Santa Ynez Half Marathon. My grandpa dropped me off after very carefully & thoughtfully calculating the route he would take. Although we didn't get over 15 miles per hour, he did get me to the starting line on time.

30 Words: A Year in Review

**Please note this idea was borrowed from Abby at Have Dental Floss Will Travel. She got it from Runners Lounge TIART. I liked the idea! AND you guys get 2 posts in ONE day. That's a record!

Baby Niece #2
Two Half Marathons, Marathon PR, Bikram Yoga
Big Island, Fiji, Puerto Rico, Cabo, Vegas, Denver, Portland
Invisaline
Break Up, Back Together, Repeat
Family, Friends, Travel, Work


That's about it, in a nutshell (hey, I'm in a nutshell)!

Squishy In The Middle

Luckily the weather is still cooperating with me. It was raining when we went to bed, but not in the morning. So I got out there in my NEW JACKET from Road Runner Sports and hit the cold pavement. The jacket was all I could ever want and more. I busted out 5 miles and chicked this guy (who was TOTALLY trying to keep up with me). Basically it was a good morning.

I've been doing pretty well on the challenge, alternating days of Bikram and running. I haven't stepped on the scale for a while (until this morning). But before I did, I knew it was going to close to Code Yellow. I can tell because in yoga class (in practically your underwear) you have to stare at yourself the entire time. And although my clothes still fit, I'm very squishy in the middle. Squishier than I was a couple months ago.

Anita confirmed what I was feeling. I am definitely still on the border of a Code Yellow Alert. I tried to go on a no sugar kick. It lasted 2 days then I broke down and had some ice cream. Then a coworker made homemade peanut butter cups. Then we had cookies delivered. Then someone made me homemade risotto. I'm living proof that between Thanksgiving and New Years, one consumes about 600 more calories per day.

At least I'm working out - it makes me feel better. I'm starting to think about my goals for 2009.... Post more on that later.

Blame It On The Rain

Remember that cheeseball song by Milli Vanilli ~ You KNOW you what I'm talking about.

Well I have nothing to blame on the rain because it's totally cooperating with my workout schedule (See, God must love me).

Monday - Rain - Bikram Yoga

Tuesday - No Rain - Running

Wed - Rain - Bikram Yoga

Hopefully it won't rain tomorrow cuz I'm going to run.

BUT if it does, I just bought the most perfectest rain jacket. This is a big deal for me because I've been wearing the same Nike one since I started running about 3 years ago. And that puppy STINKS. Tom from Runners Lounge has arranged for me to test out a sample of Sports Wash. I will definitely put it to the test with my stinky Nike Jacket. Stay tuned for the review once I get it!

Until then, let's talk about my new jacket. I'm so loving it. First of all, it was on sale. Holla - $49.99. It comes in three colors with a detachable hood. And my favorite part is that there is a little pocket on the inside for your iPod where your headphones can come out. It's just pure excitement over here. I wanted to wear it to work today, but corporate America might frown on wearing running clothes to work.

That's all I got today. Peace, love and rainy skies!

Song of the day: Kids by MGMT

Christmas What?

Is anyone out there procrastinating as much as I am about this whole Christmas thing?

I really suck this year. I have not a decoration up, nor a thought about my plans. I might go to my Dad's on Christmas Eve. Honestly, I'm not really looking forward to it. I feel like avoiding my family all together. In the past, I spend 50% of the day on the freeway driving from one side of the families to the next. I do it to try and make everyone happy and it doesn't work. Someones feelings always get hurt that I'm leaving. I'm just not going to do that this year.

I have only purchased 2 gifts. Only 2~ and those were online purchases. I am dreading going to any department store. I just can't deal with lines or people. I have no idea what to get anyone.

The Christmas spirit eludes me this year.

Don't even get me started on New Years. Augh!

Regarding the Booty Buster Challenge, I'm doing ok. One day is butt-kicking and the next is butt-licking. Point summary is to the left (under the booty).

Rackin' Up Points

I felt like I was slacking off yesterday. I was a tired and had to do 4 load of laundry. So I am making up for it today. I ran 10.2 miles this morning. And I will be heading to Bikram in about 2 hours. So that's a total of 13.2 points for today! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh I know other peeps are way ahead of me, but I'm trying.

THEN... the Yoga Party is tonight. I had so much fun at the last yoga party, so I'm excited for tonight.

Happy weekend.

Worst Song Evah

I was trying to get into the Christmas spirit on my way home from work, since our Christmas party was last night. So, I put on KOST 103.5 (all Christmas music) and I heard quite possibly the worst song ever created.

I guess I am a traditionalist when it comes to Christmas music. I like the oldies. There is no reason for anyone to try to create a NEW Christmas song. Just re-sing the old ones damn it. And most of all, DON'T make a song depressing.
What the hell is that about?

If you're not sure what song I am referring to, kindly entertain the video below.



What Christmas song bugs the crap out of you???

Let The Holiday Parties Begin

Tonight is my first Christmas party of the season (my second one is Sat night) and homies...
I AIN'T GO SHIZ TO WEAR.

Seriously.

I tried running to Nordstroms on my lunch break but nothing jumped out at me and I was not in the mood to try on anything. Oh well, I'll just be the ugliest girl there. Whatever.
Bah Humbug.

In other news, I already broke my "work out everyday until Jan 4th" goal. Yesterday I had an incredibly long and tedious day at work. After a 10 hour day, the only thing I wanted to do was eat some soup and go to bed. Which I did. However, I did wake up and run this morning.

Just want this day to end so I can pop a bottle and celebrate the season!

Song of the day: Peace and Hate by The Submarines

S & M

Today's theme is S & M.

NOOOOOOOOO... not THAT kind - you pervies.

S = Struggle

M = Move on

STRUGGLE:

I made it to Bikram last night, really eager to get in there and sweat out some of the wine from my bday wine tasting weekend. I felt good for about 10 minutes. By the time we got to Standing Head to Knee pose, I thought I was going to die. I had to sit down about 4 times in the class. For the first time, I even contemplated leaving. But I didn't. I stuck with it. After class, I threw on my sweats and headed home. I felt dizzy my entire drive home. I shoved some chicken in my mouth and still felt like crappy. (Now for the gross part) I thought "I'll just lay down for a minute" before my shower because I felt so weak and dizzy. PEOPLE, I fell asleep in my sweaty mess with NO shower! How gross is that??????

MOVE ON:

Now, I know have this challenge that I signed up for, so I knew that NO MATTER WHAT, I was going to get some cardio in the morning. My plan was to run 4 miles, but based on how I was feeling the night before, I was just going to see what happened and maybe walk. But I felt great! I don't understand why the difference, but I have an idea...

I think that over my bday week and weekend I consumed so much sugar and wine that my body was going into serious detox in yoga. Plus, Monday I cut my calories back (probably too far back) and just had no energy for yoga.

But I'm moving on.

We all struggle, we all get over it.

It's part of this wonderful journey we are all on.

I actually ran the entire way this morning and threw in an extra mile (hey there IS a contest going on).

Regarding the contest, my plan is just do at least ONE thing a day. So normally when I would take a day off, I am going to do either yoga or at least go for a walk. This will help me accumulate points. We'll see how it goes. Heck even if I lose, I totally win by staying physical over the Christmas season. Boo-ya! I will post my contest status on Friday's I think. But you know I like to frequently change my mind. As of right now, I have 8.5 points.

Last of all.... here is a fun pic of Sister Birthday Fun 2008!

Song of the day:

Shut Up & Let Me Go by The Ting Tings

Code Yellow

My dear Anita alerted me "CODE YELLOW" this morning when I stepped on her. Well, almost "code yellow." I'm at the high end of my maintenance range. But I'm not sure I can knock off the vino and sweets with the weekend festivities creeping up.

My actual bday was last night. I had a fantastic meal! Tonight is a big group dinner with friends, which will definitely include many bevos. Then a weekend of wine tasting will most likely include wine. Duh!

I had a plan - remember that plan? Well so far I am 2 out 3. I did Bikram last night and soooo loved it. It felt amazing and helped clear my sinuses. Then I ran this morning- it was a good run. But I've been coughing ever since.

I'm really looking forward to the Booty Buster Challenge!

Where are you on the ALERT SYSTEM?

Livin' The Life

Well, it's birthday week here at POM Institute of Awesomeness.
What that means is more reasons to get out there and eat, drink and be merry.
And less reasons to exercise.
I'm trying my darnedest to NOT let that happen. So here is my weekend plan and my workout plan to combat the laziness:

Wed: Run in AM, Yoga in afternoon if I can sneak out of work early, Fancy home cooked meal

Thur: Run in AM, Big celebratory dinner with lots of friends at oceanfront restaurant.

Fri: Drive to Los Olivos (about 4 hrs), go for long walk, get facial, dinner with family

Sat: Run in AM, wine tasting, dinner at Los Olivos Cafe

Sun: Drive home, maybe in time for Yoga.

Great intentions I have here. Just hope I actually follow through.
I'm really excited about this week ~ as long as I can keep this cold at bay. Bring on the Vitamin C!!!

Holiday Challenge Anyone?

If you're feeling like you need a little sumthin' sumthin' to keep you motivated over the holidays, check out RuntoFinish's Booty Buster Challenge!

I am totally in. The good thing about it is that it's not about losing weight, but instead it's about being ACTIVE in the month of December.

Stop by her blog and let her know if you're in.
Bwak Bwak, don't be a chicken!

Woman of Leisure

Being a woman of leisure is awesome. I have spent my days off sleeping in, working out (running and yoga), getting massages, shopping, cooking, drinking wine, pedicures.... the list could go on and on.

I won't be afraid to step on the scale at the end of the weekend (success!)
But not so excited to check my bank account!

Cheers.

Cornucopia Bloggin'

I have a plethora of thoughts to share with you today.

First off, I did my 2nd Bikram class this week and it was so so so much better. I actually enjoyed some of the postures and didn't feel like I was going to puke. I'm really excited to be motivated about it again. I also asked the owner if she's seen the hot detective around. I guess he hasn't been in a while. BUT there is a yoga Christmas party. If you remember the last yoga party, it was quite fun.

Of course it's Thanksgiving tomorrow!

Thanksgiving marks the start the eating frenzy that we call "THE HOLIDAYS." It's the time of year that we allow ourselves that extra cookie, slice of pie or bottle of wine, in my case. Now don't get me wrong, I am all about indulging and enjoying life. But there's got to be a way to get through the next month without blowing your entire diet out of the water.

Here are a few of my tips, but please share your own in the comments!
And you know I am no professional or doctor and I'm a bit psycho, so take what I say with a grain of salt. Actually no need for extra salt. ha ha.

1. Drink lots of water starting from when you wake up.
2. Eat a little BEFORE you go to a party so you don't dive into the appz table starving to death. Even if it's a handful of nuts or a string cheese.
3. PORTIONS PORTIONS PORTIONS. I can't stress this enough. With all the wonderful selections of food, we tend to pile our plates like we preparing for a rationing. But if you have just a little taste of each, you'll be full in no time. AND STOP when you're full (this is a hard one for me).
4. Try to stick to foods that are high in protein and lots of veggies (just not the creepy ones covered in cream of mushroom sauce - ick).
5. Exercise. Hey, we have time off work - it's the perfect time to get an extra run in. Or grab the kiddos and go to the park, play a game of touch football, try a yoga video, go for a walk with your hunny to get away from your crazy family for 30 minutes. Or WALK to the store when you run out of wine.

Finally, a tradition for most of us this time of year is to go around and say what we are thankful for. In my family, Grandpa Snook makes us hold hands. Seriously peeps. It's weird and annoying, but we all go along with it. So here goes my thankful list:

1. I'm thankful I have so many things to be thankful for, but I'm only listing 5.
2. I'm thankful for my sister who is my best friend in the entire world. And her darling little baby girls who will hopefully take care of me when I'm an old spinster.
3. I'm thankful for my healthy body that allows me to do all the things I enjoy.
4. I'm thankful for my friends who pull through for me when I need them.
5. I'm thankful for a job, apartment & car in the crazy economy.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone and remember....

PORTION CONTROL!

Back to Bikram

I feel like an old lady today. And it's all Bikram's fault.

You know I was totally freaked about going back. It's been over 6 weeks! I wasn't sure how I would be able to hold up and I was afraid to fail.

The class seriously kicked my butt. First of all, I think I was a little calorie and water deficient. I had to sit down like 5 times. Plus I thought I was going to puke. But I stayed in the class and tried my best and was so glad I did.

My muscles today are so sore. I forgot I had muscles in in some of these parts. I am looking forward to getting Bikram back in the rotation. I really do feel like it strengthens so many parts (especially back) that I wouldn't work otherwise. I've said it before and I'll say it again - anyone who says that 'yoga is just stretching' has never taken a Bikram class.

Despite having sore muscles, my run this morning felt great.
Think the two are related????
I do.

Song of the day: All I Ever Wanted by Basshunter

Indiscriminate Invitation

I was all geared up for a night of the total "Newport Scene" when I got the invitation for the grand opening of CODE. There was a lot of chitter chatter about how this will be the new "it" place. Needless to say, I had high expectations of big boobs, hair extensions, eyelash extensions, inflated lips and Louis Vuitton.

We (Spicy Latina came with) arrived on time (which we thought was early) and there was already a line around the building. But it seemed to be moving quickly, so we waited. Glancing around this wasn't the typical Newport scene AT ALL. My first clue was the 65 year old man behind me in a Member's Only jacket trying to chat us up about hot spots "back in the day." But with the promise of free booze and appetizers (I LOVE appetizers) we pressed on.

Apparently, the restaurant sent out an email blast to everyone under the sun. They had a "buffet" of appetizers set in the middle. Now it really hit us: Free food = senior citizens. I felt like we were on a cruise ship. I swear we saw this little old man go back for shrimp cocktail 3 times!!!

Most of the women (I'm talkin' 45+) were all dressed like they were 20. Picture this, if you dare: White mini skirts with boots, jean shorts with fish nets (yes you read that right) and bra less sparkly tank top situations that my brain is still trying to recover from seeing.

Now for the men. What is it with the trend of older men dressing "young?" By "young" I mean shiny, tight shirts, Ed Hardy Shirts, spiky highlighted hair and faux hawks. Now show me an older, sexy grey haired man in a nice tailored suit and I'm all over that like white on rice (I LOVE older men). But if he's trying to dress like he's 20, it just creeps me out.

Anywhoo, we bellied up to the bar and found out there were only 3 cocktails offered. A mojito (love, but too many calories), champagne and a vodka concoction. I went for the vodka, left the bartender a hefty tip and sauntered on. The scene got worse and worse. Honestly, there was not one person that I would make out with. Considering I'm on the rebound right now, my standards are not that high. So that's pretty sad.

We attempted to get a 2nd drink, but after waiting about 20 minutes I thought Spicy Latina was going to bust a cap in some one's ass. So we opted out. We went to the bar next door (pool, dive scene) got a big fat dirty martini and called it a night.

Now I remember why I don't like going out.

Song of the day: All I Ever Wanted by Basshunter

4 Folder Copy Cat

I'm copying Chia's homework today:


1. Pick the 4th folder on your computer

2. Pick the 4th Picture

3. Explain the picture

4. Tag 4 more peeps. (you know I will skip this part)


I had to go to my shutterfly folder because I don't keep pics on my work computer.



Sooooo, this is from my Vegas trip with Spicy Latina a couple weeks ago. Remember? The trip when we made out with Kidd Rock (ok, not really). We were in the penthouse suite at the Palms for a cocktail party (yeah, that's how we roll). After a few martinis we thought it would be fun to lick the ice sculpture and take pics. I was hoping her tongue would stick because that would be a good story. At least we didn't fall in the pool in the room - some drunk girl did.


(Note: My dress is not very flattering in this pic, but I swear it's cute in person. It looks like I'm pregs.)

This was a super fun game. For me at least. I suggest you do the same. Maybe next week we can chose another folder and another number. Maybe this could become a fun Thursday thing - maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

Going to a grand opening for a new restaurant/bar in town. Hopefully will have some interesting blogging material para manana. It will be the total "Newport Beach Scene." I'll explain tomorrow.


One last thing... I made up a fun recipe last night - it was kinda like a shrimp & vegetable quinoa jambalaya. If I can remember the recipe, I will post it. I just made it up. Healthy and delish!

Song of the day: La La La La by LMFAO

Pity Party Averted

At times like this it is so easy to fall into a full-fledged pity party.
I got dumped (again).
My car is acting crazy.
Work is beyond explainable.
My stomach is killing me (stress? 5 cookies I ate for breakfast? who knows)

Then I slipped away from the office to go to South Coast Plaza.
I bought new make up.

As I was walking back to my car, it hit me. No, not my car. But my attitude. It needs adjusting.
I am healthy.
I have a job.
I got my hair done and it looks great (thanks Kim).
I can still fit in my size 4s.
There are possibilities.
There is hope.

I guess retail therapy does really help!

Song of the day: Bruises by Chairlift (guess who that's dedicated to??)

Cha Cha Changes

Since this is a running website, I guess I should update ya'alls on my running. Well, it's been lacking. I have been doing the bare minimum to get by. But I'm totally blaming my lazy weekend on the fires. It was smokey and gross on Saturday and Sunday so I didn't run. But I'm getting in 4 to 5 miles every other day (kinda) so I'm ok. I will bump it up to 8 this weekend. I haven't been taking my Garmin with me. I'm trying to just run for the fun of it.

So something I am going to change (actually change BACK to) is that I am going to talk about DATING and BOYS and all that crap again. This does not pertain to the Captain because he is off limits, but anyone else who crosses my path is free game for discussion.

The first in the discussion in the 'short fireman.'
History 101: Short fireman and I went to JUNIOR high together. Then both of our families moved in 9th grade - get this- to the same town. So we ended up going to high school together too. We were always friends, sometimes we flirted, but I had a boyfriend all throughout high school. After HS, I moved again to where I am now. He had some friends in the area, so we met up once or twice and went out as a group. One of those night he kissed me goodnight. But that was that. We stopped talking. I just wasn't into him. We bumped into each other again at my 10 year reunion (2003). That was the last I saw of him.

Flash forward to a month ago. My sister was in Palm Springs for a bachelorette party. She was at the pool and was spotted by the short fireman. He came over to her to say "hi" and introduced my sister to his friends as "the sister of the love of his life." He went on about how I am the one that got away.

WTF?
Why is it that I'm rarely into the ones that are into me?

Picking up the Pieces

Thank you everyone for all your kind words over the weekend.
I would peak on my cell phone to see a message from one of you. It definitely cheered me up.

I spent a lot of time this weekend with friends - lots of friends.
I went out dancing Friday night to LMFAO - LOVE these guys!
I had brunches and lunches and dinners.
We got pedicures and walked on the beach.
My friends are awesome.

I have to be honest, I am feeling ok about things.
Not great, but better.

Hurting

Sorry for the non posting of late.
I'm having a rough time right now.

I knew this day would come but it doesn't make it any easier. If I could only be mad or angry I might be able to be stronger. But I'm not. I'm just sad and hurt and disappointed.

I've always held on to things way to long. I don't know how to let people go (unless they've blatantly hurt me or someone I love - then I can cut them off and never look back). But in relationships where nothing bad has happened and we care about each other, I hold on and on and on. Even when we want completely different things. I always think there is hope and we can make it work as long as we both try.

I know I have to let go.
I have to feel this pain.
I have to go through the motions to get over this.
I will not mask it with rebound dating or drinking or obsessing about my weight.

A good blogging friend once told me to rip the band aid off. (Hugs with pants HL!)
It will sting at first, but it will heal.

I hope I do.

Facing the Music

Since the marathon (over a month ago) I have been in post-marathon "do what you like" mode. For me this means running sporadically and eating whatever I want. This also means that there is no turning down a night out of drinks (or night in, for that matter). I haven't even stepped on the scale. Now if you read this blog at all, you know I am obsessed with the scale.

So this morning I decided it was time to face the music. I did go on a nice 5 miler this morning, so that's always a good time to check in with the weight. (Note: I also did a very hilly 5-miler at my sisters over the weekend and OUCH - it was very challenging).

To my complete and utter surprise, the scale said 134. This is within my range. Of course 130 is my miso-happy weight, but 134 is more typical for me. As a matter of fact, I weighed 135 after the marathon.

So what this tells me is that I am getting pretty good and comfortable with knowing HOW (and how much) to eat, even when I'm not technically counting calories or obsessing about my intake. This makes me happy people. This tells me, "hey self, you got it figured out." Even though I wasn't thinking about what I was eating, I was still keeping things in check. I did NOT go out for burgers, fries or fatty meals. It now comes natural for me to make a healthy choice, especially at a restaurant. How awesome is that?

Wee Wee Weekend

Hallelujah

Praise Sweet Little Baby Jebbus

The weekend is here!

Holla.

I am hitting the road in a few to travel 81 miles to my sisters house where I will be smothered with luvin' by my adorable nieces. Ok, maybe not. But I did bring presents because I am not above bribing them for love.

I called my sis today and asked her to put Gi (3 y.o) niece on the phone:

Sister: Gi, do you want to talk to Aunt Sis (that's what they call me)

Gi: No

Sister: Do you want to talk to Cinderella?

Gi: Yes (She runs and grabs the phone)

Gi: Hi Cinderella

Me: Well Helloooo Dear Gianna (in a really creepy princess voice)

Gi: How is Disneyland?

Me: It is lovely this time of year. You should come visit me at my castle.

Gi: What is the name of your prince? (Where the hell does she get this stuff?)

Me: His name is Prince Charming.

Gi: Ok bye. I love you Cinderella.

Hey, I'll take what I can get. But I think now she is expecting Cinderella to come over this afternoon instead of me. Anyone have a blue ball gown and blond wig I can borrow?

Talkin' A Little Smack

Sometimes it's really hard to keep this shiz to yourself. I tried, Lord knows. But it must come out for the sake of my art (ha ha, kidding).



1. I was having a political convo with someone is only 10 years older than me and a 17 yr old. The older woman said something to the effect of, "your generation" referring to me and the 17 year old. Now I know TECHNICALLY a generation is about 30 years. Whatever. For some reason it was annoying that she was putting me (a 32 yro woman) in the same category as a 17 year old when I am actually closer in age to her. It felt patronizing.


2. I sent out an email to a bunch of girlfriends inquiring about some plans. One of them actually emailed me back and was offended that she was on the "CC" line instead of the "To" line.


3. Most of us have had email for at least a decade these days. Most of us know that we will not magically get one thousand dollars in the mail from Bill Gates if we forward his emails. Most of us also know that we will not be struck with bad luck if we don't forward a floating ferry or some b.s. like that. But my friends, not all of us know this yet. I STILL get forwarded this junk from people, some of them quite intelligent (supposedly). How does one explain this?


Ok, that's enough gossip. Anywhoooooo I'm looking forward to this weekend to see my baby sis and her babies. Sister time Fall 08 - rules. I have to try to get a run in on Sat or Sun, but the cool thing is that her neighborhood is really hilly so it will be fun and different :)

Song of the day: Womanizer by Brittney (I know, I'm a teenage today so go with it).

POM Ponders

Things that make me go hmmmmm:

• Why are my weekend long runs at a faster pace than my morning short runs?
• How can a liberal state such as Cali be so close-minded regarding certain rights?
• Why do men like to watch sports, barely rarely play sports?
• Why is golf considered a sport?
• Why does the morning fly by but the afternoon lingers on forever?
• When is Eminem's new CD going to come out?
• Why have I run out of blog ideas?
• Why are the holidays more stressful than fun? (another post on this later)
• How can $hit hit the fan and roll down hill at the same time?

What's on your mind today?

Ode to the Rain

Rain, rain is finally here.
It only comes a few times a year.
Grab your blankies, scarves and gloves
Snuggle up with someone you loves.

California drivers, don't get so manic.
Leave for work early, you don't have to panic.
New casters announce "Storm Watch 08"
It's just a few sprinkles; give me a break.

I love the beach when it's raining outside.
All the tourists are gone, there's no need to hide.
My street always floods; my apartment tends to leak,
A price I will pay, for the empty beach that I seek.

My running gear is not up to season.
Time to go shopping, any little reason.
Don't mind running when it's just a little wet,
but at 5:30 am, I might change my mind just yet.

Weekend Recap

Happy Monday

So, in case any of you are wondering, the hodgepodge Halloween costume ended up being a school girl. I know it's totally cliche, but I didn't have to buy anything. And I realize some "items" look out of proportion in this pic. I've been sworn to not reveal Victoria's secret.

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Feeling insecure and sucking in the tummy all night, I asked the Cap how I looked. "Your body is better than a 20 year olds." He scored some major brownie points with that one.

The rest of the weekend was fun and mellow.

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I managed to get a 6 miler in on Sunday in the RAIN. Yes, you read that right - it finally rained here in sunny So Cal. But it was a warm rain, I still wore my tank and shorts. And, of course the rain stopped right when I got home. I didn't mind though. I always feel so bad ass running in the rain (and it's a lot better than the wind). I even took Big G on the run - I haven't run with him since the marathon. My time wasn't too bad. 6 miles = 50 mins = 8:20 average. I'll take it!

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Now that it's November, it's time to get re-focused. I want to work on being consistent again. And get back to yoga. I know I keep saying that. I don't know what's holding me back.

Hodgepodge

I have some random stuff to share today:

• Halloween. So yeah, it's TODAY. And this morning I thought to myself, "well, self, you better figure out what the hiz-ell you're gonna wear today. In my closet I have the following items (don't ask why): Devil horns, angel wings, skimpy 60s outfit (but not boots), black pleather shiny pants, 70s shirt (but no pants), cowboy hats, A Sari (but I don't know how to put it on- very confusing), pink wig, colored boa and a pink ladies jacket. Basically - a bunch of crap but nothing that will create a full outfit. So I am just going to be a school girl. I KNOW - totally cliche and stupid - but it's easy and I don't have to buy anything. And I have a feeling we are only going to go out for an hour or so because the Captain has to ship out early tomorrow.

• Running. I went for a nice 5-er this morning and totally loved it. Since the marathon I have been inconsistent and just trying to get out there. I gave myself until November 1 to be a slacker. After the run this morning, I decided that I'm totally ready to get out there again.

• Yoga. What? I still haven't been back to Bikram. I miss it like crazy on so many levels. I have been hesitant because my rib/back thing is still wacky. I know I will push myself in yoga and possibly make it worse. My doc wants me to get ex-rays, but I've been lazy about that too. Maybe I will try this weekend if my friend Dr. Dev talks me into it. I guess I should commit to going next week and just get it back into my routine.

So, that's all I have for ya today.

Song of the day: Hot In Herre (remix) by Tiga

Swagga Like Us

Our eats last night was swaggalicious fareal!!!!

BEFORE

AFTER

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Favorite quote of the night: "Normal girls don't eat like you."

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Thank goodness I'm not normal!

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Please note the fish eyeballs on the side of "After" plate. I do admit that the eye balls creeped me out a bit, but whateves.

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Song of the day: Swagga Like Us by T.I.

Halloween Run

I finally feel like I can blog again because I actually dragged my lazy butt out of bed and RAN this morning. Yep, I ran. Can you believe it?

I threw on my long sleeve blue Portland Marathon shirt with my black and purple shorts and pink socks. Hey, it was really dark out so nobody could see how I rocked the Punky Brewster look.

As soon as I opened my door, I noticed the fog. It was really, really foggy. I would say that you couldn't see more than 6 feet in front of you. I got out to the boardwalk and caught a light chill. Not from the temperature, but because I am big fat chicken! It was scary out there. At one point I saw this shadow emerging from the foggy darkness of the sand and I actually held my breath and ran as fast as I could. He was just walking his dog, but I didn't see the dog until I passed him.

It was dark for my entire run. I can't wait for the time to change, then I get some light in the morning. Is anyone else a chicken to run in the dark???

Song of the day: I'm in Miami Trick@& by LMFAO (LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SONG!)

Taggin'

I am tagging myself today because I have nothing to blog about.

10 years ago: (Actually this is more like 11 or 12 years ago, but it's more interesting than 10)

1. I was the Operations Manager of a health club but I wasn't very healthy. In fact I was on Fen Phen to try to lose weight and I only got down to 146. I know how horrible that is, so you don't need to remind me. My weight didn't skyrocket out of control until about 5 years later.
2. I was living in Huntington Beach with a guy roommate paying $425 /month for the master bedroom. Damn, I should have kept that apartment.
3. My best friend and boyfriend decided that they like each other better than me. They ended up sneaking around behind my back until they moved in together. It took me 2 years to forgive them, but I did. She is not my best friend anymore but we still visit occasionally. They are still together. I am glad I am not with him.
4. I bought a volkswagon Jetta. I still drive it.
5. I had an entirely different group of friends. I only keep in touch with one of them, by choice.

5 Things on my To-Do List today:

1. Finish site search report
2. Read blogs
3. Get spray tanned
4. Eat dinner with Captain
5. Chillax

5 Things that I would do if I were a millionaire (I'm changing this to billionaire):

1. Buy a house in my neighborhood (next door is going for $4.3mil)
2. Have fantastic galas to raise money for good causes
3. Travel with my hunny
4. Have babies
5. Save money

5 Places I have lived:

1. Huntington Beach, CA
2. Houston, TX
3. Ontario, CA
4. Rancho Cucamonga, CA
5. Newport Beach, CA

5 Jobs I've had:

1. Assistant Manager & projectionist of a movie theater
2. Credit card authorizations for a department store
3. Receptionist, then Ops Manager of gym
4. Executive Assistant for an asshole
5. Event Planner

Feel free to tag yourself if you need to.

You might also notice the lack of "songs of the day." I'll tell ya why - I am not loving any music right now. I can't wait for Eminem's new cd though...

Letting Go

I have to share this story that happened a few weeks ago.

I was at my local watering hole with a girlfriend, having some adult bevies. We were soon approached by a slew of young fellas for the normal bar banter. At some point I said something about them being too young for me. Then the question came up. "well, how old are you?" Being un peau tipsy (and obviously not thinking) I said, "How old do you think I am?"

STUPID STUPID STUPID.

Young boy replied, "35 or 36."


WHAT?


HUH? Are you kidding me? Not that 35 or 36 is old AT ALL. But I'm only 32! And men (not young boys) are smart enough to guess YOUNGER rather than older. I typically get assessed as being 28 or maybe 30 at the most.





Apparently the look of confusion/anger/sadness on my face prompted young boy to explain himself. He quickly said, "It's the toe ring. A dead give away. No woman in her 20s wears those anymore." I looked at my perfectly manicured toes (probably covered in blisters), licked my fingers and slid the toe ring right off.

Now you might be thinking, POM, why on earth do you care what this young douche bag of a fella thinks about your toe ring?

I will tell you why. SHINY JUMPSUIT!





I had a flashback to my mom and her shiny jump suit. She loved that jump suit and had it for a good couple decades. It was comfortable and she thought it was so cute. But we all knew that the time of the jumpsuit had passed and she just couldn't let go.

So I let it go. I tossed my 10 year old toe ring into the trash. I don't want to be that lady that gets stuck in an era. It's bad enough that I look at kids in high school and think "What the hell are they wearing?" Shoot, I look at kids in college and think that too.



I'm off to read my new InStyle!

Mama Told Me...

There'd Be Days Like This

Running? What is this running you speak of? (See sidebar for proof)

Yoga? What? Never heard of it. They've probably revoked my membership by now.

I'm tired. I'm stressed.

And there is a 99% chance I will have a martini tonight.

So there.

Weekly Plan

The Captain is gone fishing all week.
Of course I'm missin' him, BUT it allows me the perfect time and opportunity to get back on track. This is what shall be done:

1. No drinking all week
2. Back to running every other day
3. Going back to yoga - it's been a while since the rib drama

I'm tellin' ya - just by cutting out the booze, I am putting it out there that I will drop 2 lbs this week. I weighed in on Monday at 134. I want to get back and stay at 130. Don't worry, I'm not obsessing about the numbers. I am actually quite pleased that after the last weekends festivities (that started Wed and ended Sunday night with Steak & Lobster) I am still at 134.

People always ask "How did you do that?" My answer is PORTIONS! When there is amazing food around, just have a few bites. And load up on the veggies/fruit. Honestly, I am not good at controling booze portions, but that's a whole different Oprah!

Song of the Day: Sky by Joshua Radin

Wedding Weekend

No, not my wedding. But my first wedding as an officiant (and probably my last). Here's the play by play:

Friday we had the rehearsal. It went very smooth. Obviously being an event planner made this part of the wedding easy for me. I am organized and I like bossing people around. Cool. Done. Piece of cake. The rehearsal dinner was super fun - lots of food, drinks and friends.

Saturday we slept in, then got ready for the wedding. I was not nervous at all, everything was rolling along smoothly. THEN the bride starts walking down the aisle with her parents. All of a sudden, I get that silly, girly, sore throat, I'm gonna cry - thing. And all of a sudden, they are in front of me. I know the words to say, but had notes just in case- THANK goodness!

I look down at my hands and they were shaking worse than I have ever seen any shake. I could not get them to stop shaking! We got through the wedding with only one or two mishaps, which turned out to be pretty funny in the end. I said something about putting the ring on the "bride of the finger." But everyone laughed and it was fine. It was finally over and I was sooooo relieved. We took some amazing pics on the beach - I will post some once I get them.

Then it was party time! The Captain was the best man and he was pretty nervous about his speech, but he did great. Had everyone laughing. Then the dancing started. Man I love weddings, especially after the hard stuff is over.

NOT that I ever want to have one, but going to other people's is really fun.

Weekend Quiz

Watch this little clip and take a little quiz...



What will P.O.M. being doing this weekend?
A. Getting Married
B. Drinking copious amounts of wine and watch Friends DVD box set.
C. Performing a wedding
D. Running a marathon

If P.O.M. had to take a date somewhere, who would it be?
A. The Aggressor
B. The Captain
C. Her sister because she's sworn off men.

Next on the Agenda

Thanks for all your kind words yesterday. I'm feeling more like myself. I got to bed early (the wine helped) and actually slept! Then I woke up early and got my run in! Yeah. I need my routine. My routine is #2 but it keeps me semi-sane. (And Jess, blogging is also #2 for me.)

So I'm back peeps.

I also picked my next race...

Surf City Half Marathon!!!

This will be my 3rd year running it, which makes me a Legacy Runner.

How flippin' sweet is that?

Also, some coolio peeps will be running it!!!

• My aunt - her first half marathon EVAH!
• My friend Dr. Dev.
• Miss Vivarella - Like I think she is running it but like she hasn't posted much about it lately. But since I'm saying it on my blog - it must be true. Like no turning back now, for sure, totally!
• The Chic Runner
• WHO ELSE??????? Come on peeps - they have a killer BEER tent after party.

I am going to try to get a couple more girlfriends to run it, but we shall see. The ONLY downside is that I won't be in my tip top training mode. I have a 2 week long business trip out of the country in January. I will be 100% responsible for a 600+ person/2 week event. I don't see much time for training over those 2 weeks. BUT I will run it anyways and just hope "less is more" strategy works again.

Song of the Day: Beautiful World by Rage Against the Machine

Urgent But Not Important

I was reading an article recently and I WISH I ripped it out. But I didn't. It's about a Stephen Covey concept - you know the guy? Mr. Seven Habits guy... I'm not a big ol' fan of him or anything, but this article just stuck with me.

You life events can be separated into 4 categories:

1. Urgent/Important - daily things you do like feed your kids, eat, pay bills, etc.
2. Not Urgent/Important - these are things that enrich your life - reading a good book, talking a walk, going on a jog, chatting with an old friend, exercising, trying new things, visiting family, etc.
3. Urgent/Not Important - returning emails, answering phone calls, work dinners, stupid commitments, demands being made on you that you that have no real value, etc.
4. Not Urgent/Not Important - who really cares?

Well, I've been stuck in the "Urgent/Not Important" category for so long that I can barely tell the difference between important and not important.

Seriously, how do I get myself out of this spin cycle? If I can learn to focus on the important only, I know I would be so much happier.

I'm always afraid that if I don't give the attention to the "Urgent/Not Important" that the world will come crumbling down around me.

Anyone else ever feel like this?
Anyone else drinking wine tonight?

(PS: I haven't run since my horrible run on Saturday)

Foto Flop

Once again, I take the WORST race photos evah!

I swear I should teach a class on this:

Foto Flop 101: How to run past a photographer and NOT get your pic taken.

Foto Flop 110: How to look like a tool running

Foto Flop 120: Odd Faces and hand gestures.
Please note this is an advanced course. F.F. 101 and 110 are a prerequisite.

I'm only posting these because they are the best. The others... not so much. I had to block out certain bits and pieces for the sake of the children.

Song of the Day: Love Lockdown by Kanye West

Do You Know What You're Eating?

Recently The Governator signed a bill requiring restaurants to list nutritional content of menu items.

Personally, I LOVE this idea. Just today, I was craving a Bonzai Bowl from Wahoos (black beans, rice, veggies & chicken). I thought this was a healthy option. BUT my friends, I discovered online that this bowl has OVER 1000 calories. For lunch? No thank you sir.

So I changed my mind.

And that's a GOOD THING!

With the obesity rates sky rocketing, we all need to be aware of what we are putting in our bodies. And restaurants have tricky little ways of adding way more calories into dishes than we think.

So I'm all for this. It can even be just a little, discreet number on the menu.

How do you guys feel about this?
Would you change your eating habits or menu selections?

Last: I am totally addicted to The Impossible Quiz. It makes no sense, but it's like crack.

Pre-Race Pics

You might notice from my side bar that I have not run yet. I really tried to wake up this morning, but it just didn't happen. So for now I will revel in my post marathon bliss and share some photos. This is just the beginning (and my FIRST slide show).

Hopefully the race course photos will post soon - because you KNOW my horrbile history with those. There are bound to be a few laughs.
ENJOY!

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Portland In Review

Over the past few days there have been so many things that make me think "oh, I need to remember to blog about that." In typical POM fashion, I sit in front of my computer not knowing where to start. As Frauline Maria would say, "Start at the very beginning. It's a very good place to start."


Thursday - My Denver Gal Pal and I met up, checked into our weird hotel and had lunch (1 bottle of wine down, for those counting). Then we shopped it up as only we know how. On our way back to hotel, we picked up mas vino to "get ready" (2 down). It was her bday so we went to a fun restaurant called "OBA" in the Pearl District (3rd bottle down). Then it was time for the blogger meet up. I was a bit nervous, but knew we would have fun. Plus with 1.5 bottles of wine in my system, nerves were not an issue. I am waiting for my gal pal to send the pics, but the meet up was Gazelle, Junk Miles, Alisa, Jen, HTC, and Carrie. I think I had 2 martinis. What happens at a blogger meet up, stays at a blogger meet up. That is all. (Queue barf-o-rama here.)



Friday-Saturday - Rest, eat, sleep, rest, sight see, rest. We went to the Expo on Saturday. I love expos. Running + Shopping = My dream day. But I have to say I was a bit disappointed in the expo. Not enough snacky food samples, small, crowded and kinda boring. The Long Beach expo was at the Convention Center and was just huge. I guess I was expecting the same thing. The only memorable part was a creepy experience. As we were walking out of the hotel this guy comes running after me. Apparently my girls noticed that he had been following us since we arrived. He asked if I was running the marathon. (Uhm, that seems quite obvious with the big green "Portland Marathon" bag I was holding as I was walking out of the marathon expo... just saying). I said, "yes, I am." Then he said that I was the most beautiful girl he has ever seen, but I probably have a boyfriend. Then he ran off. Literally. Something you might expect from a 11 yr old, but a 40+ makes it funny. Poor guy, obviously he doesn't get out much.


Sunday - Marathon DAY!!!


We woke up bright and early, ate some toast, peanut butter, banana, cereal and an apple. We got down to the race with about 45 mins to use the awesome porto-potties (my least favorite thing in the universe), drop off our stuff and get to the starting line. All my girls run at different paces, so we decided to line up somewhere in the middle. They knew my 4 hour goal and we talked about not running together once the gun goes off. We squeezed our way to the 4:45 pace group. But right at the last minute, I told him I was going to try to get closer. I managed to get to the 4:30 pace group, but luckly I was at the front of it.


And we're off. The weather (at this point) was nice and I think I block out my surroundings when I run. I remember staring at my Garmin thinking I was on pace. I also remember trying to remind myself to ENJOY THE MOMENT and LOOK AROUND. There were some nice views - lots of sexy runner man legs and some hotties (that I passed!) I think around mile 4 or so, it started raining. I was really cold. I mean REALLY cold. Once I post some pics, I'm sure you will be able to tell how cold I was... if you know what I mean. The muscles in my legs started to cramp. The race had a lot more hills then I was expecting. The rain got worse and didn't let up until the end.

I quickly caught up with the 4 hour pace group. It was a big group and annoying to run with. I don't like running with lots of people, plus I felt like they were slowing me down, so I kept my earlier pace and passed them. REPEAT: I passed the 4 hour group! I knew if I could just keep them BEHIND me, I was good to go. Mile 17 kicked my ass (huge hill). But then I saw Gazelle and Alisa around 18! I yelled "I'm sub 4!" I felt strong again. Alisa took a pic ~ In typical POM fashion, I have my hands up and a weird face. Let's all say a little prayer that the rest of my pictures are "normal." To be honest, a couple times I did have to throw up the JAZZ hands, for pure blogger entertainment purposes.

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Then it gets weird up in herre. Somewhere in the middle of the race, I started doing some math in my head. You know the math - if I run at X pace for Y minutes, then I can finish in XY time. Mid-race, I got it my silly little head that maybe I could qualify for Boston. Now, let me tell ya - BOSTON has never been a dream of mine. I don't really care about it to be honest. I would rather run NY or some other country. But the ability to say "I QUALIFIED for Boston" seems really, really cool. Now this is in my head and I'm trying to haul ass.

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Mile 20 hits me. Literally. Mile 2o sucked. My legs were so tight and sore and cold. I tried to think Bikram thoughts, but that didn't work. I remember some guy in red telling me to relax my shoulders and push my hips forward. I remember thinking "F*&% off Red Shirt Guy." I tried to get back to my happy place and stay focused and positive. It was hard. My thoughts were slipping to how much this hurt. My training runs never hurt like this, then again, I train on super-flat ground and in warmer weather. At mile 22, I realized that Boston was a SHORT LIVED PIPE DREAM(like 45 minutes short lived).

Not sure why I was so emotional, but I burst into tears on the course at mile 22. Yes, I cried. Then I couldn't breath. But I kept running. I was doing some weird maternity breath thing trying to get my head back to a normal place and stop crying.
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Luckily, I saw 3 studly guys in front of me. This is when I decided to start picking people off. I had 4 more miles and those guys were NOT going to beat me. For some reason I take great satisfaction beating men, especially fit ones. Then I saw a big booty skirt girl - no way was she going to beat me. Then I saw something really gross that I can't bare to blog about it. I definately couldn't let this girl beat me. My little head game got me through to mile 25.
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I knew I was be sub 4 and was relived. I was honestly worried about not making my goal and having to tell you all that I failed. I crossed the finish line and realized I didn't have anyone waiting for me. I knew this before I started, obviously. But it hit me hard when I was finished. Here I am - done with the marathon, completely alone, emotional and freezing. I burst into tears again. But these tears wouldn't stop. I was hyperventilating and totally out of it. I grabbed a chocolate milk and banana. There was nowhere to just lounge around - a big lawn - nothing. So I sat on the curb, caught my breath, tried to stretch, took a pic, then went to the sidelines to wait for my girls. I wished the Captain was there.
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Overall, the race had goods and bads. The adorable Chiarunner has a better detailed report about the race... the homeless, the hills, etc. I love the city of Portland, but not sure I could deal with the gloomy skies and so much rain.
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I'm proud of my time.
I'm sore as hell.
I'm happy to be done training (for a while at least).

Pics to follow.

Well, She Did It!

Heading out of town again today for business, but thought I might share this little tidbit with ya'll.....

I DID IT!!!! SUB FOUR HOURS!

Full race report later this week. Thank you all for all your support ~ especially those sassy ladies that waited out in the rain to watch me run by.

Portland Marathon Blogger Meet Up

I am so MIA these days. I did not go AWOL on ya'll. Just busy at work. Real busy.

Thank God I'm tapering and not having to run much. I have cut out all YOGA. Although I'm sad as hell about this, the rib problem I mentioned a few blogs back has not gone away. I did Yoga last Fri and paid for it all weekend.

So, one or two more little runs and then it is marathon time.
I guess I need to think about packing and all that. Argh!

ALLS I know for sure (I hate when people say "alls') is that Thursday night is ...
MARTINI MEET UP
7:30 pm
The Vault
Be there or be square. Girls.... you in?
Please no psychos or crazies.

We're going to the Expo on Friday afternoon.

Thank you so much for all your support. Not sure when I'll be able to blog again, as my life is spiraling out of control and my internet is down at home.

Peace out skillets.

Regroup

Sorry about the negative nelly post yesterday.
See, I am human sometimes. But I'm pushing past those thoughts and moving onward and upward!

Right after I hit the "publish post" button, I clicked on over to MizFitOnline. Let's just say I felt a proverbial bitchslap! (In a good way, Miz!, In a good way). Her post yesterday was about Attitude and Gratitude, which obviously I need a BIG, fat reminder. So thank you Miz!

There are only 10 more days until the Portland Marathon. Boy, do I have a lot to be thankful for. Because I love lists, I will outline a few:

• Awesome training season - I stuck to Ze Plan and I think I found a plan that works for me.
• I started with 3 basic goals and I am pretty sure that I will reach all of them! Hopefully even surpass my time goal. I put 4:20 out there originally, but I am really aiming for a 4 hour marathon. (Remember my time last year was 4:45, but I have worked really hard on this).
• I'm so grateful that I have a strong and healthy body that allows me to be this crazy runner girl that I have become.
• I grateful for fun, amazing, fantastic friends that are going to run with me. And grateful for new friends that I'm going to meet because of it. How incredible is it to have POSITIVE people in your life!
• A life in balance is a good thing. I feel more ready than I ever have!

A few people have asked what my running looks like up until the marathon. I am going to stick with what I've been doing. Drinking TONS of water. I'm thinking about 100+ oz per day, especially if I'm doing Bikram. Of course, this is subject to change because I'm flexible like that:
Thur - 4 miles
Fri - yoga
Sat - 8 miles & yoga
Sun - yoga (maybe)
Mon - 4 miles
Tue - yoga
Wed - 4 miles
Thur - Bikram, then traveling to PDX
Fri - Maybe a couple miles or just a lot of walking in Portland
Sat - Chill with my girls, eat, rest up
Sun - 26.2 in 4 hours!!!!!

Out of Range

Remember those measly little 5 lbs I had to lose?
Well now it's up to 8 lbs. Eight pounds is OUT of the "maintenance range!" Eight is almost ten. Really close to ten actually.

I can definitely tell the difference in my body. First, running is harder. I know it's only 8 lbs, but I can feel it. Second, Bikram class. Wearing next to nothing and standing in front of a mirror doing poses for 1.5 hours, definitely reflects any thick spots. My thick spot is my stomach. Last night in class, the extra 8 had me feeling bloated and uncomfortable. I was off balance and unfocused.

What the hell is going on? Where is this coming?
Could it be that I am fooling myself that I am eating as healthy as I used to?
Honestly, I don't shy away from that extra glass of wine. I also run with open arms to a chocolate chip cookie in the afternoon.

I guess I have proved to myself over and over again that I must constantly be diligent about what I eat. Obviously running a bajillion miles won't keep my weight where I want it. I know you've heard this many o' times, but I'm saying it again. It's doesn't come easy people. This is an ongoing battle. I know I am winning, but it's not going to ever go away.

I am only 11 days from the Portland marathon.
I am annoyed that this is on my mind right now.

No song of the day because I'm grumpy.

Recovery Time

No, I'm not recovering from a long run (that's easier than this). I am still recovering from VEGAS. The old party girl in me was out in full force, but she just can't recover like she used to.

You know the old adage for Vegas, so it's staying there. But I'll share with you some of the highlights...

• Yummy Food
• LOTS of free drinks
• Suite at The Palms
• Cabana Time
• Dancing, Dancing and more dancing and then some more dancing, after dancing.
• Star Sightings = Tyra Banks, Wesley Snipes, Kid Rock & Rev DMC (of course), Exhibit, Suge Knight, Kelly Clarkson, George Maloof (had dinner with him)
• Awesome Seats at the Concert

Spicy Latina is one spicy girl. I highly recommend you go out and get your own friend like a Spicy Latina.

Now it's time to focus on my race, get these 5 lbs off try to stay healthy!

A Mild Case of The Crazies

Sorry about the lack of posts and comments lately. My work schedule is OOC (Out Of Control).

What is also OOC - my brain. I know it's probably just taper-city but here's what's going on in my head.

• Ouch my ankle. Is it swollen? Why is it hurting? I think it's swollen.
• Oh no, my back. What is THAT? Could I have a displaced/sprained/jacked up rib? How the hell would that happen?
• I can't breath. What's wrong with my lungs? I feel like I spent the day in the swimming pool. (Remember that, when you were a kid?)
• Is that a twinge in my knee? I think it is. It's probably this stupid 5 lbs I can't shake.

See, I'm going a little "One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest" right now. I hope Nurse Ratched doesn't knock me off my rocker.

In accordance with ZE PLAN, I ran my own personal half marathon today. I wasn't happy with my pace because, well, I'm psycho. But when I got home and realized that it was faster than any real half marathon race I've done. I decided to just be happy with it, damn it.

Distance: 13.1 (DUH)

Time: 1:52 (Holla, my PR for races is 2:03)

My last little tidbit to share with yous all (my mom had this creepy boyfriend who said "yous" all the time. So annoying).

Check out this little diddy:

1. First of, my flip flops are HELLA cute. I adore them, although I would NEVER pay that much for flip flops. They were a gift.

2. You might notice a big ass blister on my big toe. It is seriously the size of a dime. It's been there for so long that it doesn't hurt anymore. I just leave it, no matter how much I want to rip it off. I will save that for post-marathon celebration.

3. There is another very tiny blister lower down. Now this little baby blister hurts like a MO FO. What the hell is that about???

So my home skillets, off to Vegas I go. I hope Kid Rock doesn't try to make out with me.

Next weekend I run a 8 miler, then the follwoing weekend - it PORTLAND MARATHON!

Hey - you other runners out there - let's start thinking of a meet up. Thursday night, downtown somewhere????? Drinky-Poos!

Song of the Day: All Summer Long by The Rock Heros

Rev. Frazzle McDazzle

Super Duper Looper Busy so Bullets you must read:

• The title in my title is true. Including the "Rev." part.
• Heading to Vegas (for work) on Friday. Lots of fun stuff planned though, including Pool Cabana and Kid Rock with Spicy Latina! I just hope she feels better, especially if we are going to share a room (not sure yet).
• Work Stress = Acne.
• Lots of freak-outs in the office. Not just me. Coffee does not equal food. That is all I have to say on that.
• Acne + Wrinkles = Just NOT Fair
• Crazy workout schedule this week. 2 lbs lost. But more debauchery this weekend.
• Monday - Run & Yoga
• Tuesday - Yoga
• Wednesday - Run & Yoga
• Thursday - Yoga
• Friday - Run & Yoga

Peace out home skillets.

Oh Wagon, Oh Wagon, I Have Fallen Off Thee

After my fantabulous run on Friday, I truly felt I "deserved" to celebrate a little. Unfortunately for me "a little" isn't in my vocabulary.

Friday I had a lovely Italian dinner with my best pal, where I did NOT skimp on the bread, nor the wine. Then we went back to her house where we polished off 2 more bottles of wine.

Saturday I did go to yoga in the morning, but I followed that up with an incredible BBQ with friends (thanks Dr. Dev), pomegranate martinis and, yep you guessed it - more wine. I also snuck in a chocolate chip cookie the size of my head.

Sunday a heavenly brunch with french toast (I always want to order french toast, but never do). Followed that with a few beers, then wine, then Mexican dinner and margaritas.

What the hell is wrong with me?
This eating & drinking frenzy is NOT going to get me to my "fighting weight." I am now calling my marathon goal weight my "fighting weight" because it sounds cooler. My fighting weight is 128. I stepped on the scale this morning to analyze the damage and it said 135. This is even AFTER my run this morning. WTF?

So it's "GAME ON" up in here.
Bring it.

Song of the Day: "I'd Rather Be With You" by Joshua Radin (I heart this guy)

Twenty Two Miles of Reflection

Alt Title 1: You've Run A Long Way Baby

Alt Title 2: You've Come A Long Way Baby

Let's get the digits over with first because this run today was a lot more than numbers (although I am extremely happy with them). I definitely felt like I pushed myself. HARD. At no point could I sing a song - I was working. I was sweating and crackin' out the miles.

Distance: 22 miles

Time: 3:09:48

Average Pace: 8:38 (6 seconds faster per mile than my 21 miler!)

Calories: 2419

Now don't think I'm a total wuss, but about an hour into my run, I got a little emotional and reflective. This is the last long run before my 2nd marathon and it made me think. A lot.

First, I feel so blessed as a runner. I get to run in the perfect environment - on a beach path, in perfect weather at sea level. I'm thankful and appreciative of this, especially after reading the weather drama that some of you have to go thru. So I'm not as bad ass as some of you, I know this.

Second, I am amazed at how far I've come in the last year. Looking back at my long training runs from my first marathon, I was really struggling. I remember after every long run (18+) I would get some stupid little cold. I would be wobbling around in pain. I would break out and be so flipping hungry or tired I could barely function. I think this year, I have found the right balance for me. I know everyone is different, but some of those training schedules online just had way too much running . Every other day is just fine, thank you. I'm faster and healthier!

Last, I feel so much more confident with my running. I can't help but notice how this has seeped over into other parts of my life. It has to. I mean, running is such a huge part of it that the hard work and commitment that it takes to get here is transferable to everything you do.

Last night I was having dinner with The Captain and I had a little glass of wine.

I said to him, "God, I want another glass of wine, but I guess this is the sacrifice I make to be an endurance athlete." Of course I was totally joking about the 'endurance athlete' part. So I stared at him with my eyebrow cocked, waiting for a laugh.

He just said, "yep."

I said, "Aren't you gonna raz me about calling myself an 'endurance athlete?"

He said, "No, 'cause you are one. "

(SWEETNESS)

For any of my newer readers, I want to let you know that I have only been running for about 2. 5 years. Three years ago, I was 40 lbs heavier. I had worked out my entire life, but wasn't committed to it. Nor was I committed to eating healthy. I will even embarrass myself by showing you these creepy pics from the bad ol' days.

They are both from 2006 when I was pushing 168! I am not happy with these, but everyone loves before and afters, so here ya go.

If you're wondering what I look like now, check out my race report from the 5K last weekend. You can definitely see the weight in my face, boobs and waistline.

I'm sharing this with you all (again) because I know that some of you are struggling with getting started - either with eating healthy or with getting moving. But you can do it. If I can, you can. Lots of small changes can change your life. I'm not perfect. But everyday I try to be healthy and fit. It's a decision that you make everyday. It's a lifestyle change - not a quick fix, but a different way of thinking.

So, back to the Portland marathon. It's taper time! Something I learned from my last marathon - taper time does not mean to carbo load yourself into oblivion and gain ell bees. No way jose. If you know me, then you know I have a PLAN for my taper.

Ze Taper Plan:

• Stick to original running plan- a 14 miler and a 10 miler for the next 2 weekends.
• Stretch and do lots of yoga to keep my hips from tightening up (they were on this run).
• Food: More carbs, but keep calories about the same. I really want to weigh 128 or so on marathon day. I'm much faster at this weight.

Thanks for reading this terribly long and probably boring post. But it's over now, so get out there and enjoy your weekend. You better believe I will enjoy that 2nd (or 3rd) glass of wine tonight. I think I've earned it.

Funk-a-licous

No, not feelin' funky. Just in a funk.

Something profound will come to me during my amazing and FAST 22 miles tomorrow.

And something really exciting will happen this weekend.

Just putting it out into the universe. (The Secret)

Song of the Day: Just Dance by Lady GaGa

Hostage Brain

My brain has been taken hostage!

I am not sure who the assailants are,

but they've got a strong hold on that brain of mine.

I can only put together random thoughts.

Nothing concrete enough to be blog worthy.

***Running my last long run in Ze Plan for the Portland Marathon on Friday or Saturday.
22 miles.
Preparing now by doing exactly the same thing I did last long run - hydrate, eat, rest.

Skirt Chaser 5k Report

The moment you have all been waiting for is near.

Never Fear.

The Denver Skirt Chaser 5K Race Report is here!

First things first. We got down to the race area a little early (I'm never one to be late) so of course, a "pre-race" drink is in order. I'm channeling Jackie O with the glasses. Denver Running Gal always has a big ol' smile (especially with a beer in her hand).




Met up with my guest blogger, Clinton and his friend T-Bone. (I just made that up.) According to Clinton, we were the best dressed there. Actually, everyone was dressed the same.



I also experienced my first "blogger met up" with the darling Running Duff and her hubby. It was his first race ever and he did great. They were so fun (thanks for the beer).

I never saw Vanilla, although I did look for him and his dirty hat. I hope this doesn't mean I have to send back all the money you guys sent me to sock him. Cuz that money is already spent.

The race starts with all the ladies in their skirts up front. Then 3 minutes later, the guys (skirt chasers) get to start and they try to catch us. Well, they almost did, but a girl ended up winning the race. The atmosphere was fun and festive and I really had a great time.

The skirts were surprisingly comfortable to run in. The "undies" part didn't chafe or rub (at least on me). BUT... let me tell ya - this race could have easily changed it's name to "ASS CHASER 5k." I saw more ass than a political convention.

Some of the ladies must have purchased the "g-string" version because when the skirt flipped up a bit while running, the cheeks were hanging out the bottom. Lots of cheeks, floppin in the wind. It did make the run go fast and was fun to pick people off. By the last mile, my lungs were burning from the altitude and I did get a little dizzy for a minute, but "legs keep moving" is a great mantra to get through that.

So, how did I do, you ask?

Besides totally rockin' the knee highs, here are the digits:

Time: 25:35 ( A PR by 2 mins)
Pace: 8:14 min/mile
Place: 99/609 women