Sunday, January 23, 2011
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I'm still completing renovations so bare with me as the paint dries. I had a few reasons for switching to WordPress. Nothing huge. But I figured the sooner the better. I haven't been blogging for very long and transferring everything over has already been a bit tedious. Anyway, let's stay in touch!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
I did 22.
That was Friday. Come Tuesday I was ready to start Week 1.
I did 2.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
And since I'm not at all stylish I decided to make this post about something else. These "seven things about myself" are organized by emotion. Seven (or more) profound moments in my life. (Warning - these are personal. Please don't make fun of me or go posting them on the internet or something.)
I hated my life in Junior High. Didn't everybody? I had no self confidence and a few friends that didn't have much confidence in me either. There was one girl in particular who was especially bad for me. I think she kept me around because I made her feel better about herself, and I hung around because she did things like sit at the right lunch table. In retrospect I can't believe I was friends with her. Then again, I also feel proud that I was able to recognize the situation at age 14 and make a very conscious decision to find myself a completely different set of friends. (And I did.)
Anyway, I pooped at her house one time and clogged the toilet. She kept exclaiming, "Gross! Who clogged the toilet?!" (Which was so ridiculous because she clearly knew it was not her and, therefore, me.) I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
It just goes to show how lucky I am. The fact that my only memories of overwhelming sadness have to do with a boy. Oh the drama...too much to write about on a blog. I used to say that I didn't believe in soulmates because it was too depressing to think that you had found yours and it didn't work out. But life continued on. I was blessed with another great love - my husband - and I am emphatically aware of all the reasons why he is better for me.
Walking up to the list of girls who made the cheerleading squad my freshman year of high school and seeing my name on the list. They overlooked the pretty and popular requirement the year I tried out.
I have had one panic attack in my life. It was a couple years ago, and it had to do with work. I'm not going to get into the details, but my company took a big loss and I felt responsible. I thought I was having a heart attack. And then I started panicking about that. It wasn't fun. I wouldn't recommend having one.
When I was in the seventh grade I watched a boy try and talk a girl with down syndrome into eating a cookie that had fallen on the ground. Okay...but it was almost completely covered with ants. I was appalled, but I didn't say anything. Nobody said anything, but that isn't really an excuse. I still feel sick thinking about it.
I'm going to skip over the obviously joyful moments like my wedding and mention a few of the seemingly small, but quietly significant, moments in my life.
The first note of the first song, during the first All-State Women's choir practice my senior year of high school. Sitting in my car on an autumn day my junior year of college, listening to Chanticleer and watching the leaves fall from the trees. Talking and laughing with friends after high school choir concerts. Every single one of them. Driving through the Colorado Rockies, listening to my amazingly talented friend sing along with the CD player. He will be famous one day. The clank of heels against the hardwood stage floors at piano competitions. Opening night of our high school musical productions. Closing night of our high school musical productions.
Anybody notice a pattern?
Jogging two laps around the track without stopping for the first time.
I tag 5K Rae. Mostly because she has no idea who I am or that I read her blog. What do you say Rae? I totally understand if you don't want to write the post, but let's hold off on the restraining order until we get to know each other a little better.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
That's not me. Please. I have too much fear for those shenanigans. No, I make desperate pleas like, "Let's just not go on a black for the first run," and then try to keep up when the adrenaline junkies don't listen. I'm far better at these kinds of poses.
But I didn't get around to blogging on Saturday. So then I was going to tell you about my (what turned out to be) 7.7 mile run on Sunday. I was going to tell you how I stocked my iPod full of soothing music and made myself run slow. About how I didn't feel any knee pain until mile 7.25.
I would have mentioned that my training plan (the one I put together before the reality of my limitations set in) called for 8 miles. I so badly wanted to finish! But I reminded myself of my goals and stopped when a twinge turned into something more.
I even considered blogging about breaking out my new headlamp for a fast, pain-free 3 mile run tonight. And how I SWEAR it started to snow! Ever so slightly...
But all I ever write about is running. So I've decided to make this post about yoga. Yesterday - after waiting in line 15 minutes to change into a sports bra and an itty bitty pair of shorts - I realized I left my water bottle in my car. Have you ever worked out for 90 minutes in 105 degrees without water? I have now.