I've NEVER had such a terrible winter. And, yes, I realize that it is only October 11th. BUT, I'm effing FREEZING! I don't know what to do! I'm sitting here typing this wearing 2 pairs of sweat pants, a long sleeve t-shirt under a hoodie (with the hood up, of course), and knee high socks. Still, I could easily be confused with Rudolf. My nose is BRIGHT red, it's so damn cold and I can feel the air conditioning radiating off of my feet. Normally, I'm not one to complain because I KNOW that I live in Wisconsin. I've lived through freezing cold winters before. Speaking of which, last year, was effing COLD. I didn't complain at all! I had lunch recess duty every day, for gosh sakes! We had school canceled because of ridiculously cold days! We had snow ERRRYWHERE! I really didn't complain! I even worked with my asshole boyfriend (at the time) plowing snow and shoveling! I didn't complain!
This year though, I just don't know what to do with myself. I tried to go outside and play with Andy's dog, Avery yesterday. I lasted about two minutes before my fingers got numb, my toes lost all feeling, and my nose was dripping down my face (gross). I went back inside, took off NO layers, and bundled up in a mass of blankets and pillows.
Since I just got a job and all, I know that I have to suck it up and deal. HOWEVER, this time next year, I will definitely be taking advantage of the fact that I am dating a man born and raised in the HOT state of Texas. SO LONG, WISCONSIN!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Just Because You're Thin, Doesn't Mean You're In Shape.
Shit! So, (this is probably how I'm going to start all of my blogs.) So, back in July my friend Dan asked if I would do a team triathlon with him. He's the swimmer, his friend Jason, the biker, which makes me the runner. This was my thought process that followed his question: Hmm... well, I used to run everyday, sometimes twice a day when I lived at the Mullet. I loved it! It was nice when I lost all that weight, too. But, I did just gain it back again when I stopped running. Wait, was that TWO summers ago now!? Oh my! I haven't gone for a run in two years?! But, now that I'm even thinner than I got that summer, I'm sure I would have no problem picking up running again! Yea, I could start that again! I have that dream goal of running a marathon sometime in my life anyway. Why not begin heading in that direction now!? ---End of thought process. And then...I just blurted out with a shrug of my shoulders, "Yea, sure!" ...I kinda figured this triathlon business would just fall through and not happen anyway...
RRRROOONNNGGGG! Here I am, signed up for this effing triathlon on September 12th. I have to run 3.1 miles and pay about 60 bucks to do it! DAMN! What did I get myself into!? I figured that I should start training about mid August so that I don't finish the race with a terrible time. But, that just didn't happen. It's now August 27th and I have gone for two runs, one of which really doesn't count. More on that later, maybe.
Last Sunday, me, Dan, and his two friends who both happen to be named Chris, all took an afternoon trip to Fontana, where the triathlon will take place. Dan tested out the lake and practiced his swimming skillz while I took to the running trail that I'll be taking for the actual triathlon. The trail begins right at the beach front near all these restaurants and stores. So, I stretched out a bit, put some chapstick on (something I always do before running) and began a nice slow jog. I wasn't even away from the storefronts and all of the people before I got winded and needed to walk!!!! However, I would never embarrass myself like that, so I ran, and ran, and ran, until there was no one in sight. Then, I walked.
I walked/ran (mostly walked) about 2 miles, stopped to stretch out again, then headed back the way I came from. It wasn't until on the way back that I FINALLY got my breathing under control and was able to run for a distance greater than two feet. This breathing that I have to do is RIDICULOUS though! I felt like I was blowing bubbles! And I don't mean chewing gum bubbles, I mean the kind of bubbles 5 year olds play with (or Jen and I find and play with when we're camping)! I would take a huge breath in and then blow all the air out like I was blowing imaginary bubbles. It was really embarrassing everytime someone passed me, but hey, at least I was making good time! I somehow managed to run the majority of the way back to the beach and felt incredible when I got there! If I have to "blow bubbles" during the triath. so be it! I WILL finish this race WITHOUT walking!
RRRROOONNNGGGG! Here I am, signed up for this effing triathlon on September 12th. I have to run 3.1 miles and pay about 60 bucks to do it! DAMN! What did I get myself into!? I figured that I should start training about mid August so that I don't finish the race with a terrible time. But, that just didn't happen. It's now August 27th and I have gone for two runs, one of which really doesn't count. More on that later, maybe.
Last Sunday, me, Dan, and his two friends who both happen to be named Chris, all took an afternoon trip to Fontana, where the triathlon will take place. Dan tested out the lake and practiced his swimming skillz while I took to the running trail that I'll be taking for the actual triathlon. The trail begins right at the beach front near all these restaurants and stores. So, I stretched out a bit, put some chapstick on (something I always do before running) and began a nice slow jog. I wasn't even away from the storefronts and all of the people before I got winded and needed to walk!!!! However, I would never embarrass myself like that, so I ran, and ran, and ran, until there was no one in sight. Then, I walked.
I walked/ran (mostly walked) about 2 miles, stopped to stretch out again, then headed back the way I came from. It wasn't until on the way back that I FINALLY got my breathing under control and was able to run for a distance greater than two feet. This breathing that I have to do is RIDICULOUS though! I felt like I was blowing bubbles! And I don't mean chewing gum bubbles, I mean the kind of bubbles 5 year olds play with (or Jen and I find and play with when we're camping)! I would take a huge breath in and then blow all the air out like I was blowing imaginary bubbles. It was really embarrassing everytime someone passed me, but hey, at least I was making good time! I somehow managed to run the majority of the way back to the beach and felt incredible when I got there! If I have to "blow bubbles" during the triath. so be it! I WILL finish this race WITHOUT walking!
Sunday, August 23, 2009
My Secret
Here's the story. Growing up I was a terribly shy girl. It's not that I was told to only speak when spoken to, BUT that's what I did. I rarely spoke unless I had to. I'm pretty sure I made it through all four years of high school without uttering a word. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY SECRETS I HAVE!? A LOT! Even during my evaluation at my last job, the only complaint the principal had about me was that I don't talk enough! I'M JUST NOT A TALKER, OK!? Ugh, how frustrating!
It wasn't until my junior year in college when I began spending more time with Seth and his friends that I finally began to open up to people. I made a lot of really great friends and became pretty close with a few of them (they may know some of my secrets). This new found talking of mine may have been due to the group of people being so amazing or it may have been due to the abundance of alcohol that was constantly available to me. Which I loved, by the way.
Last weekend when we were all at Chad's house celebrating his birthday, the same feeling of reservations and shyness washed over me once again. I realized that I was being so quiet. And, blast from the past, I feel like I didn't say a word unless someone spoke to me! (Other than small talk, like finding out where everyone is living and working these days). So, since I don't tell you all about my life when I see you in person, this blog is going to do that for me via internets. Believe it or not, Sam doesn't even know everything there is to know about me, so this is a pretty big deal for me to be starting a blog and sharing my thoughts with those that care! I hope you're looking forward to it! I have a lot to say!
P.S. Sam knows almost everything about me. Mainly because we are really the same person in two different bodies.
It wasn't until my junior year in college when I began spending more time with Seth and his friends that I finally began to open up to people. I made a lot of really great friends and became pretty close with a few of them (they may know some of my secrets). This new found talking of mine may have been due to the group of people being so amazing or it may have been due to the abundance of alcohol that was constantly available to me. Which I loved, by the way.
Last weekend when we were all at Chad's house celebrating his birthday, the same feeling of reservations and shyness washed over me once again. I realized that I was being so quiet. And, blast from the past, I feel like I didn't say a word unless someone spoke to me! (Other than small talk, like finding out where everyone is living and working these days). So, since I don't tell you all about my life when I see you in person, this blog is going to do that for me via internets. Believe it or not, Sam doesn't even know everything there is to know about me, so this is a pretty big deal for me to be starting a blog and sharing my thoughts with those that care! I hope you're looking forward to it! I have a lot to say!
P.S. Sam knows almost everything about me. Mainly because we are really the same person in two different bodies.
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