That does it. I’m moving to Barbados.

I’m watching the weather and cringing. It seems there’s a winter storm a’brewin’. If I haven’t made it perfectly clear before, I HATE SNOW. And ice. And sleet. And freezing rain. And all that other slippery shit that we get here in the south once or twice a year that sends every little blue-haired lady in the tricounty area running to the The Walmarts to buy a year’s worth of bread and milk. It would be fun if I was an average person with an average job and could just build snowmen and ride the four-wheeler with all the cool kids, but snow makes my job in the delivery industry a lot more stressful.

You know what else snow is not good for? Running! It’s the first week of my official 12-week training program, and guess what! These feet haven’t touched pavement since the race Saturday. I am off to an AWESOME start, eh? I can’t blame solely the weather for my lack of running this week, but I was hoping to have good running weather this weekend. My nonrunning excuse? I started feeling a little achy after Pilates (at least I did get that in this week!) Monday night, but I thought it was just from the workout. By last night, I knew that it was not. Fever, aches, chills, the works. I’m pumping myself full of vitamin C and starting my chicken noodle soup IV tonight because, again, guess what! I have an interview tomorrow! Damn, can I pick a good time to get sick or what? My saving grace is that it’s a telephone interview, so at least I don’t have to worry about coughing, farting, and blowing a snot bubble on my boss all at the same time. I’ve heard that doesn’t make a good impression.

Let the Games (and the Cursing and the Crying and the Pain) Begin!

It’s that time again! I’m 12 weeks out from my second half marathon, so it’s time to get serious and start really training again. I’m actually kind of excited about it, though. I’m excited to see just how much time I can knock off. I’ve continued to run (albeit sporadically) through the holidays just enough to keep me fitting in my jeans and keep me from having to start from scratch at the beginning of this training schedule. So I feel pretty good going into it!

I ran my first race yesterday since the half in November, and I was quite pleased with the result. It was a 5-miler, and I came within 34 seconds of my old 5-mile PR that I set back in October. Yes, it was 34 seconds SLOWER, but my old PR was set on a flat route, and this course I ran yesterday was SUPER HILLY. Not one freakin’ flat spot anywhere. You were either climbing up a hill or coasting down one the entire five miles.

IF I can manage to maintain yesterday’s pace for 13.1, I will finish the HM in April 18 minutes faster. That would make me a very happy girl. 🙂 I’m determined to do everything I can in the next three months to make myself a stronger runner. This time around, I plan to really push myself during my short runs rather than just cover the distance, vary my routes to incorporate more hills, and actually do some cross-training. On the recommendation of a couple of friends, I just ordered the P90X DVDs. I’m usually VERY skeptical of at-home fitness informercial junk, but I hear these are pretty awesome. Stay tuned for my personal review!

Diagnosis, Dogs, and a Dilemma

I completely let this week get away from me and haven’t posted at all. So let me catch you up!

I went to the surgeon as scheduled this past Wednesday, and he wasn’t at all concerned by the lymph node that has shown up in my neck. He said that with no other symptoms, with it only being one node (and he felt me up pretty good checking for other ones), and with it being as small as it is (less than 0.5 cm) he didn’t feel it was anything at all to be worried about. He gave me written orders for blood work and a chest x-ray to be sure, but I haven’t been yet. Honestly? I probably won’t go. I hate needles THAT much.

I had a pretty eventful Thursday-Saturday. We’ve been wanting to get our 10-month-old American Bulldog mix puppy a playmate, and we have actually turned in an adoption application for another American Bulldog mix at a rescue in Memphis. We got the two dogs together for a play date last Sunday, and things went well. But I wanted to do a trial visit at our home before we made it official. I am very glad that we did. We picked him up Thursday and had him until Saturday. For the sake of keeping this post at less than novella length, let’s just say that things did not go as well as I had hoped. When things were good they were really good, but when things were bad they were UGLY. He’s a very good dog, but there were just too many issues. As shitty as it makes me feel, we’re just simply not going to be able to go through with the adoption. I feel absolutely horrible about it. We struggled with the decision all weekend. We talked about it, and I cried about it, but ultimately I have to put the happiness and safety of my other two pets first.

And now on to running news… I set a 4-mile PR yesterday! That’s not what this is about, but I just had to throw that in there.

I have a running dilemma. I’ve been pondering on it for a couple of weeks now, and I just can’t make up my mind! I ran my first 1/2 marathon last November, and I am running another one in April. My original plan was to run the same 1/2 this fall that I ran in November last year to see how much progress I had made in 12 months. It’s on October 30th. The Marine Corps Marathon in DC is on October 31st. My friend that ran the MCM last year has me toying with the idea of running it with her this year. I obviously can’t do both. So now I’m trying to decide what I want to do! I still consider myself a beginner runner (only started running last July), and the thought of running a marathon is pretty darn intimidating. I remember how I felt at the end of last year’s half. I can’t imagine someone saying, “Okay, you’re halfway there!” at that point. I know if I really put my mind to it I could probably train my way to 26.2. When I first started running I was intimated by 13.1, so I realize that it’s all relative. But as scary as 26.2 sounds, I suuuuuuuuuuuure would like to be able to say, “I ran my first marathon the year I turned 30!”

Farewell, Fair Twenties

And just like that, they were gone. My 20’s, that is. This past Sunday I celebrated my 30th birthday. And you know what? It didn’t hurt at all! It was actually the best birthday I have had in a very, very long time. The past four or so years I have been SO DEPRESSED on my birthdays all because of the looming, dreaded 30th drawing closer. But it came and went and was FABULOUS! I spent it with friends that I grew up with because, as great as new friends are, there is just nothing like spending time with those that have known you the best and the longest. Some of these people I have barely seen since high school, and it was just so awesome the way we all fell right back into place like not a day had gone by.

We didn’t do anything spectacular that night. We met at Chili’s for eats and drinks and stayed way longer than our waiter appreciated, I’m sure. Then we had the fabulous idea to go bowling. (We are all pretty lit by now. Chili’s makes a darn fine margarita.) So we bowl until we really just can’t roll the ball (or walk) straight anymore (Did you know a pitcher of beer at the bowling alley is only $8?!), and then we proceed to the karaoke lounge. Aaaaahhhhhhh, the karaoke lounge. Good times, good times. There was far more watching and laughing than performing, but it was an awesome night. I really think it takes reconnecting with old, dear friends to make you realize what is missing in your life. We all promised to do it more often. I hope I’m not the only one that meant it.

And now I leave you with the oh-so-wise words that my uncle shared with me this weekend: “Hangovers go away, but age… that sticks around.”

Doggie Humor and Doctor Visits

My dear doggie Bella probably came as close to having a canine coronary last night as one can come and live to remember it. This poor dog had the living shiz scared out of her, and it was all her own doing. See, when I’m cleaning the kitchen, she has this awful habit of trying to sneak her head into the dishwasher when I’m not looking and sneak licks off the dirty dishes on the bottom rack.

Well, my friends, she may have broken herself from that last night. She was up to her usual tricks, licking the ketchup off of a plate I had just put in the dishwasher. When I turned back around and saw her, I clapped my hands and gave her a sharp “NO!” and shooed her away.

And that’s when it happened. The big, bad dishwasher attacked my poor, innocent, defenseless puppy.

Her collar got caught on the rack, so when she jumped away, the rack with all of the dishes on it followed her. Of course it made a Godawful crash as glass dishes and silverware were scattered about the tile floor. She BOLTED, dragging the rack nearly into the living room with her before it finally came off. As she skidded into the living room, she ran smack into the end table, knocking it and the vase sitting on it over, making yet another loud crash and only adding to the trauma.

She ran to the couch and hid her face between the cushions. I had to leave the dishes in the floor and console that baby. I felt absolutely horrible for laughing, but it was soooooooooo funny to see this big bully breed dog literally cowering over something so stupid that she had done. As soon as I sat down beside her, she crawled in my lap and would not leave my side. Until I went into the kitchen to clean up her mess. She wouldn’t go back in there! She stayed in my lap the majority of the night. Nothing like a 50-pound lap dog!

Now onto not-so-humorous goings-on…

I went to the doctor today for the knot in my neck. It is a lymph node, and it is being treated as “suspicious.” He told me not to worry too much about it because there is the possibility that the lymph node for some reason has formed scar tissue and that’s what we’re feeling and it’s completely harmless. But since I am otherwise healthy with no other symptoms it should be regarded as having at least the potential of being something more sinister. He referred me to a surgeon for a consult and biopsy. The girl at the desk called the surgeon’s office and scheduled me with the surgeon for Friday, but I called and changed the appointment to next Wednesday. As you may or may not know, my 30th birthday is Sunday, and we have plans for Saturday night. I don’t want to have to worry about babying an incision in my neck if the surgeon decides it’s something he can do there in the office like my doc thinks he will. So for now I will just try not to worry about it until at least next Wednesday. Easier said than done.

Wigging out

I haven’t mentioned it to anyone but my husband at this point (and in passing in my last post), but I am completely wigging out about a doctor’s appointment that I have tomorrow. About a week before Christmas I scratched at an itch on my neck and felt a little lump that I’d never noticed before. Just above the collarbone in that kind of hollowed-out spot. The supraclavicular fossa for those of you who speak medical. Well, it’s still there. Ordinarily I wouldn’t think much about it, but a woman that I know is halfway through with chemotherapy for lymphoma. Her diagnosis came after she went to the doctor to have a swollen lymph node in her neck looked at. So naturally that’s where my mind has gone. Expect the worst and hope for the best, right?

I’m freakin’ terrified.

I’ve come to realize…

This post is a total cop out. It’s a repost from Facebook, but dangit I put a lot of thought into these answers, so I’m gonna get as much out of ’em as possible!

1. I’ve come to realize that my job… might be a pain in the rear, but it has provided well for me and my family.

2. I’ve come to realize that my boobs… will never look like Jessica Alba’s.

3. I’ve come to realize that when I’m driving…. I should pay more attention.

4. I’ve come to realize that I need…. not nearly as much as I once thought.

5. I’ve come to realize that I have lost… the lid to my crockpot.

6. I’ve come to realize that I hate it when… it’s -4 outside and my dog can’t find JUST the right spot to poop.

7. I’ve come to realize that I could… run that marathon in October with Michele if I really put my mind to it!

8. I’ve come to realize that my money… goes easier than it comes.

9. I’ve come to realize that certain people… will just never be happy. No matter what.

10. I’ve come to realize that I’ll always…. have to color my hair. Too much gray not too.

11. I’ve come to realize that my sister/brother… has more gray hair than me, despite being 6-1/2 years younger!!! 😛

12. I’ve come to realize that my butt…. follows me everywhere I go.

13. I’ve come to realize that my cell phone… has completely made me lose my ability to memorize people’s phone numbers.

14. I’ve come to realize that when I woke up this morning… I wished I had gone to bed earlier.

15. I’ve come to realize that last night before I went to sleep… I shouldn’t have googled all the possibile causes for this swollen lymph node in my neck.

16. I’ve come to realize that right now I am thinking…. about getting in my sweat pants and staying inside as much as possible tonight.

17. I’ve come to realize that my dad… is the best dad anyone could ask for!!! And I’m proud every time my mother sighs and tells me I’m just like him, even if she doesn’t mean it as a compliment at the moment. hahaha

18. I’ve come to realize that when I get on Facebook… I stay too long.

19. I’ve come to realize that today… went by very quickly.

20. I’ve come to realize that tonight… it’s gonna be 8 degrees. Reference No. 16.

21. I’ve come to realize that tomorrow… I will have to either run in very cold weather or on a treadmill. Those two options are equally unappealing.

22. I’ve come to realize that I really want to… get the job I applied for.

23. I’ve come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this is…. someone with as much spare time on their hands as I have.

24. I’ve come to realize that life… is what you make of it.

25. I’ve come to realize that this weekend… I will turn *GASP* thirty.

26. I’ve come to realize the best music to listen to when I am upset is… rock. Always rock. Happy, sad, depressed, mad, giddy…it doesn’t matter. Always rock.

27. I’ve come to realize that my friends… all have kids and busy schedules, making it impossible for me to see them as much as I’d like.

28. I’ve come to realize that this year… should be quite interesting.

29. I’ve come to realize that my ex… isn’t worth the time it would take to answer this.

30. I’ve come to realize maybe I should… plant a garden this summer.

31. I’ve come to realize I love… my husband. No shocker there!

32. I’ve come to realize my past…. made me the strong person that I am now.

33. I’ve come to realize that parties… are overrated. Gimme some friends, some beer, and a boardgame or deck of cards.

34. I’ve come to realize that I’m totally terrified… of death.

35. I’ve come to realize that my family… is ALWAYS there for me.

36. I’ve come to realize that my life… has been trying at times, but I wouldn’t go back and change a thing even if I could because changing even the tinest detail could have put me on a different path and I wouldn’t be where I am today.

Men and Walmart

I’ve read similar posts to this one on a couple of other blogs, but I don’t feel bad for being unoriginal because every woman who has ever cohabitated with a man for more than 30 seconds has her own version of this story to tell. Last night was the last night of a long, busy holiday weekend. I wanted something quick and easy for supper. The hubs and I decided on burgers and fries. But, as I said, it had been a busy weekend and I hadn’t made it to the grocery store. I had laundry going and was cleaning the bathroom, and D was playing on the computer and watching football simultaneously. He was all like, “Hey, baby, if you don’t want to stop what you’re doing I think I can peel my ass out of this chair that I’ve been sitting in all day long enough to go get the meat and buns and bring them home to you so that you can cook my supper after having washed my clothes and cleaned my house all day.” And I was, “No, sweetheart, that’s okay. I don’t want to interrupt your countless hours of football watching and Call of Duty playing. I would feel horrible!” (Sarcasm is my first language.) Anyway, long story short. My husband went to the grocery store. Alone. Without adult supervision. I sent him for one pound of hamburger meat and buns. I didn’t even stress him out with the details of fat content of the meat or insist on 100% whole grain buns. I made it plain and simple: MEAT AND BUNS. He came home with the following list of items:

  • one pound of hamburger meat (good job, babe!)
  • an 8-pack of hamburger buns. Not whole grain, but that’s okay, I didn’t specify otherwise.
  • a package of Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies
  • four 2-liter Coca-Colas
  • a jumbo-size box of Little Debbie Nutty Bars
  • two boxes of chocolate fudge Pop Tarts
  • a box of CD sleeves
  • a garbage can

I love my husband. But his Walmart privileges have been revoked indefinitely.