Right before I went on a self inflicted hiatus due to pressures at work, I wrote but did not post this. I wrote it in June…
I had a whole weekend to myself.
I know, right? How lucky am I? Extremely lucky.
I have friends who ask how in the world I can “let” Rambo go for the weekend so much. I don’t “let” him. I push him to do it. In Spring he has his fishing weekends and in the Fall, he has his hunting weekends. I have been extremely lucky this year. I have had two in the last month and I get one more in two weeks.
So what did I do with all this me time?
I got to go out for dinner and a movie with 2 of the greatest ladies I know. We spent the night laughing at Hangover 2. Yes, I know…a bunch of 40 year old women laughing our asses off at a man film. I think we laughed more than the younger kids did. And you know what? We didn’t care. We kept laughing through dinner.
I cleaned. I had to! We were meeting up at my house and taking one car. I can’t have them seeing my house dirty! I also cleaned so when the men-folk come home, the mess won’t be multiplied by 100. Because you know it will!
I ate. What I wanted, when I wanted. Cheetos for breakfast? Yep. Pasta for dinner AND tiramisu for dessert? Absolutely. I made marinated portabella mushrooms for dinner tonight from a wonderful blog friend Carole Frenche. They turned out amazing!
And I walked. I walked a lot this weekend. I was motivated and did 5.11 miles on Saturday. Half way through, I was questioning my sanity. WTF was I thinking? I pushed through it. Like I really had any choice. I couldn’t call anyone to come pick me up. I had to get home by myself. And they were on hills. I live on the top of one big ass hill and have to come up a hill no matter what. I wish I would have seen the pain when we bought this house…
So what did I do today? I pushed myself again. Yeah. I had to best myself. Really, what was I supposed to do all day? So I went for a walk. And I walked. And I walked. I did 6 miles today. I know. NUTS!
I keep saying my ass will love me for it all when it is sitting nice, high and proud at the top of my cottage cheese free legs. Hah! Right. I just hope the cottage cheese goes from large curds down to small curds with all this walking.
That and my lovely lady friends are running half marathon in October and want me to join them. I signed on.
Wait. What? I did what? I spent $80 to kill myself…That my dear readers is the epitome of insanity.
“You can totally walk it.” At least that’s what they tell me. HAH!
I have been having a tough time with the running on my C25k program. So if I am going to do a marathon, even a half one, it will probably have to be done walking. but it could be fun though. Notice I say could. I am worried…
Update on the whole marathon thingy…
I never did finish the C25K program, but I did stop running on my torture machine. I found that running outside was soooo much easier despite the hills around me.
So…the half…I did not walk the whole thing. I ended up running the first 6 miles and then doing a combo run/walk for the last half.
I finished! And I finished under my goal of 3 hours. I did it in 2:42:32!!!! According to Runkeeper, I ran about 9 miles of the race which is way more than my goal of just walking the damn thing.
I rock. I totally do.
And then we drank. We drank beer at the beer tent. Tried coffee beer (vomit), honey beer (num) and IPA’s and dark beer. We drank. To kill the pain. That along with lots and lots of ibuprofen. Enough to rot a gut.
So what did I do? I came home and registered for another half. I am hooked.
I am on a hiatus from running until February due to surgery last month…so I can’t wait to start training again! I can’t wait for the achy knees, sore ass and being hungry all the time.
Oh..and the ass-lift? Didn’t happen. All those miles and the but isn’t any higher. It’s firmer…just not higher.