Friday, July 26, 2013

The hardest part is coming up with a title.

It's been almost 2 years since I started running

2 LONG years. 

During that time there have been periods when I felt ok about it, and many more periods when I wanted to die, or quit or just find something less, you know, runny, to do on my lunch breaks, but for some reason I've stuck with it. I don't know if it's because I'm stubborn and don't want to quit, or I'm lazy and don't want to have to find a different way of trying to keep from dying young. 

For the past 2 weeks I've felt like I'm finally getting the hang of it. I don't want to mess up my karma or anything, but it's almost been fun running lately. Have I lost my mind? (Please, my mind has been lost for so long, that's probably how I ended up running in the first place.)

Alas, this is not a post about me finally turning a corner and not hating to run, this is a post about determination. Will. Inner strength. The power to overcome. 

I wouldn't say I'm extremely competitive, but I am a little stitious....just kidding (superstitious, a little stitious? What? You don't watch The Office? Never mind...).  

I like to win, but not so much I'm going to throw chairs or anything if I don't. When I'm on the treadmill I like to "beat" the person next to me. Which is not such a hard thing to do at the Y, most of the time the person next to me is 80 years old and wearing a fishing cap and sandals. The other day I had an experience that truly tested my will to "win" the treadmill Olympics. 

The treadmill I used that day happened to be directly in front of one of the 4 TVs at the Y. Also, please note, this is an important detail, it was not crowded AT ALL. Maybe 10 people in the whole place. Plenty of TVs to go around, if you get what I'm saying.

So, I'm running along with my headphones in, listening to This American Life, like I do, when this guy comes over and uses "sign language" to ask me if I'm watching the TV. I tell him no and he goes to switch the channel. There's no browsing, this guy knows EXACTLY where he's going. That's right, it's time for Walker Texas Ranger. Y'all, I love me some Ira Glass, but before I knew it Chuck Norris had my full and undivided attention. I mean seriously, high kicking like that in those tight Wranglers? That guy is a national treasure. At one point he beat up 5 masked men..BY HIMSELF...then he just told them to get lost. He didn't even bother arresting them, I betcha it was because research has shown that gettin' yer butt kicked by Walker Texas Ranger is FAR better at deterring a man from a life of crime than years and years in prison. 

Right, so I'm running along, feeling pretty good, having a laugh or two at Chuck's expense, when out of the corner of my eye I see channel changer guy get on the treadmill 2 down from me. He's arranged a fan to blow on him, his TV is all set up, he's ready to roll. 

After not very long, I don't know, Chuck had time to beat up maybe 10 or 12 more bad guys, I notice there is some B.O. in the air. Look, it's the gym, I know everybody ain't gonna smell nice, but this was B.O. Not like I've been working out really hard for a long time, more like, I haven't showered in a couple of days and now I am on the treadmill 2 down from you with a fan blowing my stench in your direction. It was awful.

The old me, from last month, would have taken this as all the excuse she needed to pack up and call it a day. It was not a pleasant situation. But the new me was not ready to end her run, and dang it, there was no way I was letting some smelling guy who likes bad TV chase me out of town. There was no choice, I just kept running. I turned my head away when I needed to, I covered my nose with my shirt a couple of times, but by golly I finished my run. 

When I was done I went to grab a towel to wipe my sweat off the machine. I'm courteous like that. When I got back to my treadmill, 20 SECONDS LATER, B.O. guy was waiting there. He wondered if I was done. See, my treadmill was DIRECTLY in front of the TV, much more convenient for subtitle reading. 

It made me wonder if B.O. guy had known of his odious odor and purposely positioned that fan to blow his stink from him to me trying to force me out. 

Walker T. Ranger would have been proud of me for standing my ground, of course he would have been prouder if I'd high kicked that guy, but whatever. 

Finally, because it's the weekend and you maybe planning to see a movie...Last Saturday we saw World War Z. It's not the kind of thing I would normally watch, it was my son's birthday and he picked the movie...blah...blah 

HOLY CRAP! It wasn't creepy scary or zombie gross like I was expecting, it was however, INTENSE. Remember the last 10 minutes of Argo, when your heart was pounding and you were biting your hand and saying to yourself "JUST GET TO THE PLANE!" over and over? Well, World War Z is like the last 10 minutes of Argo, except for 2 HOURS! It was awful. But not the most awful I've ever seen. The best part for me was that the whole time, in addition to being on the edge of my seat worried that zombies were going to bite his kids, I kept wondering about Brad Pitt's haircut. I mean, really, what is up with that? But then there's a scene where the airplane he's traveling in breaks open and you see his hair whipping around violently and you get it. The bad hair makes that moment so much more than it would have been if his hair had been shorter, or long enough for a ponytail. It's just the right length for that scene. 

So, there you go, World War Z. Skip it. Or don't. How do I know what kind of movies you like?

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Things to do, books to read.

One of the hardest things about summer school was not having time to read for pleasure. I'm trying to make the most of the few weeks I have before the fall semester starts by reading my eyeballs out.

Here's my (very ambitious) reading list...
Last but not least, if I have time, Tell the Wolves I'm Home by Carol Rifka Brunt. 

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

You probably have better things to do than read this.

Right. So when I said that I'd write about the back to school shopping on Monday, I forgot that on Monday I would be having a root canal, on Tuesday (yesterday) our son had his wisdom teeth removed, and frankly, all that dentistry left me not feeling so much like writing about, well, anything really.

I HATE going to the dentist. Can I just tell you that before I talk about shopping? It's expensive, painful, and takes too long. The whole time I'm lying there in the chair being drilled and scraped and yanked on, my shoulders are getting tighter and tighter, and then it ends up costing me million of dollars. Seriously, I would think in this age of modern technology, at the very least they could come up with a way to make dental work go faster and be a little less painful/stressful. Sheesh.


So, I tired to write about the shopping, but it's just boring. We went shopping. It was pretty much what I expected. Expensive stores full of loud music and teenagers. My daughter informed me that I am too old to wear florescent pink. It was enlightening.

Lemme ask you something...While we were shopping I found a great pair of pants for myself at Gap. When I wore them to mutual one of the girls said she liked them and I said, "Thanks! I got them at the Gap." Then she started DYING laughing. "It's just GAP, not THE Gap." hahahaha!

What the? Am I the only one who remembers it being THE Gap? Why would Gap want go and drop the THE and make me look all old and whatnot in front of a bunch of teenagers?


Over the weekend I caught up on my magazine reading and finished watching season 3 of In Treatment. If you have not watched In Treatment I cannot imagine why. It's like eavesdropping on crazy people's therapy sessions and Gabriel Bryne is the therapist. What more do you need to know?

Wow, I just read this and it is ALL OVER THE PLACE, which is an accurate representation of my brain today. I wonder if I could get an appointment with Gabriel Bryne?  I don't care if he's not a real therapist. His voice is very soothing.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Lots of pictures, not too many details

Summer school is over and I can finally update the 3 of you who are dying to know what we've been up to. On Monday there will be a fabulous post about back to school shopping and other extremely interesting events, but for today here are some pictures.~

First, this one of Ivy just before we left for camp. It makes me happy and it distracts from the next picture.
While I was at camp Sylvan bought a mop bucket. A BIG mop bucket. He's wanted one forever and took advantage of my absence to bring one home. He's very happy. 
What are ya gonna do? At least it wasn't a puppy, right?

I may have posted this already, but it makes ME happy, so here we go again. Wesley came home for Father's Day and it was really great to see him. He also came home on the 4th. It's super fun to see your kids growing up and doing ok. (ugh. I probably just jinxed my whole life by saying that out loud on the internet.)
This was in our garage. IT'S A BLACK WIDOW!!!!
What the crap!!?
Eli was selected Jr. Lifeguard of the Year at the pool where he's volunteered the past two summers. He's a happy hardworking kid and we are super proud of him. 
I'm 3 weeks behind in my news reading. 
Yes, I understand this is all old news a this point, and as my sweet son told me yesterday, magazines are for people who don't have the internet (kids these days!), but I don't care, I'm going to spend the weekend reading magazines and watching hours and hours of The West Wing from 1999 because I DO NOT care about being modern. 

See ya Monday!

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Oh, hey. How's it going?

I feel silly admitting this, but summer is kicking my trash!

At the end of the school year I always convince myself that I'm going to spend the next couple of months relaxing. Not because that's ever happened, more likely, my subconscious knows that's the only way to get me to buck up and make it through all of the end of year projects,homework, concerts, and other very important school related things.

It never happens though. Summer always ends up being just as busy, if not more, than the school year. Plus it's a refreshing 362 degrees outside. That helps TONS.

For posterity's sake, here's what I've been up to~

1. School. I'm taking 2 summer classes. They'll be over next week, then it's relaxation city for the rest of the summer. (hahahahaha!)

2. Work. Sadly earning money to pay for the basic things we need to survive is a year round job. Who knew?

3. Driving kids to swim team, friend's houses, movie, other activities.....basically everywhere but the library.

4. Not cooking dinner. Ugh. Do you cook? I'm not awesome about it ever, but summer is the worst. We've eaten about an entire watermelon patch up in here because it's easier to slice one open than to plan and prepare a meal. Cereal is big too. Lots of Cookie Crisp going down the hatch. (I KNOW, you'd think I would at least buy cereal with a little bit of nutritional value. I'm the WORST!)

5. I went to California with my brother and my son to support my sister-in-law while she ran 100 miles. It was impressive and inspiring. (The race, not my support. Duh.) You can read all about it here.

6. Girls camp. It was fun and hot and exhausting. Yay.

I think that catches me up for now. Don't be too jealous of my leisurely lifestyle.