You know it's bad when you have to wear a girdle to help your sore side-stitch muscle pain. I'm still struggling with walking and getting up. Breathing (exhaling) is no bowl of cherries either.

Through google and many searches I decided that it was from running down hill and from my left foot plant. Some bad breathing might also be involved. Since the pain is localized only on the left side this can be the only reasoning.

I was wore my girdle and jeans to the supermarket with some heels. Thought I looked pretty hot. Feeling skinny and all. I passed a mirror in the supermarket. My shirt had rolled up and my pants had slid down. Black top, white-MOM-girlde then jeans. Oh yeah I was soooo not hot. No wonder all the weird stares.

Note to self

relearn, retrain do something about learning how to run on rollling hills. It's 9 hours since I ran. I have a lower side stitch that is slowly killing me. I tried to run 2 steps outside, failed about was about doubled over in severe ab pain.

Though the shins feel wonderful.

Finally

I got to RUN in my new sneakers.

It was only 2.76 miles at a fairly conservative pace. A LOT of hills. I ran in a totally different area b/c my daughter had swim team practice.

I had no music.

I breath heavy in the beginning of a run, not so much later.

I discovered when I run downhill, my right foot goes heel to ball. My left just plants itself flat.

I would not of known this information had I not forgotton my music.

I plan to run this route every Saturday and increase mileage, b/c 2.76 miles is just a really weird number.

Till later.

The rain

has FINALLY come to push the humidity out.

I hope to get a run in tomorrow.

I found a bunch of pictures of my college years and 20's.

The natives stole my body when I went to Antigua. I keep staring at the pictures thinking "wow I was looking good and didn't even know it"

At least my kids know it was me in the pictures and not some other girl.

I guess I wasn't THAT hot. Or better yet, I'm still hot (only 20 lbs hotter)

The heat wave

is to blame for my lack of running and posting.

is to blame for turning me into the organzing, donating, purging Queen of the household.

Weekend in review

Wearing birkenstocks all weekend does wonders for your feet.

I have not run all weekend.

Did I forget to mention that I got loaded on vodka a couple of weeks ago? Damn girls night out! Well I wasn't the only one. Well the only one who had to lay down in the car on the ride home.

I swore off vodka.

Discovered banana rum with crystal light. Yum.

My children are into making mud pies.

My bathroom is covered in mud.

No more bitching about my dog.

My neighbors jack russell ate a squirell, and puked it up. Her other jack russell cleaned up the first puked animal. Place was spotless. Her dogs also ate a bull frog. This is why I don't like small dogs. My dog doesn't eat animals. My dog met it's first cat at the other day. Did not eat it, bark at it, nothing. Was just curious. I'll take the loss of underwear over dead rats with fluffy tails in my laundry room anyday.

Shoe be do

Guess which shoes I will be wearing all weekend?

If you guessed the German orthodics you would be correct. Yes, yes they are so 1986, but one must forgo fashion to repair ones feet.

Obviously I am not a shoe fanista. Well I heart shoes, but I really don't have a lot of cute ones. (i do have more than what is pictured, b/c I'm a girl) I would love to have this selection, but my closet is too small, and I have a dog that likes to eat shoes. I can't change the closet b/c I didn't marry a super handyman. I can't change the dog, b/c she is too damn gorgeous, and a little version of her would scare me and leave me jumping on furniture which I would puncture with my heels.

I'm a jewelry fanista. This morning I had to change my outfit b/c of the earrings I was wearing. See the earrings went with the venitian glass necklace I wanted to wear. It didn't look right with the so very casual white top I had on. So I had to find a blue more fancy-casual top. Which also goes with the German orthodics I am wearing.

On a final note. Regarding the above mentioned creature. (below)
I just sent an email to my daughter's teacher to ask if she could resend a paper home. Reason: the dog ate it this morning. I guess there was no toddler underwear or socks to be found.

I am buying this sign too.

Holy shin!

My shins are killing me! I googled shin splints. They are caused by any one or more of the following: overworn sneakers, not stretching, poor running, pronation, hill training, speedwork, blah, blah, blah. With the exception of stretching the rest are all me. My last two runs I added hill workouts in and did speed work (ok one sprint) up the hill. I'm so cool.

Did I mention on my very last hill run on Monday I saw a pile of dead leaves and realizing I was going to need new sneakers I was going to run through it? Thank God I looked down before smaking that pile. Some sort of black, flattened, rotted animal (fox?) completely intact. Gross!

I power walked last night and decided that power walking is a lot harder than running. We had to run across a road and it was like "ahhh rest time". I stretch more after I walk than I do after a run. Walking takes more muscle energy than running. Running to me takes more lung energy. Maybe I'm running wrong for walking to seem so hard.

I desperately need new shoes.

I will not be running again until I purchase new shoes. I'm not going to take the chance of seriously messing up my legs.

update: (b/c I thought I posted this) Got new shoes. Still Brooks. Did dress part of the part. No hat and no wicky wear. I felt more comfortable in the store. I think it's in my mind. Me comfortable = people more comfortable. I'm still taking another day off from running though.

it might be time

for you to buy new sneakers when you three year old climbs over you to play cuddle bugs, hits your shin with his sneaker and the pain shoots right up to your brain stem .

On a side note: When I buy new sneakers I'm going to dress the running part. I always go into this store dressed in heels & jeans. They are nice, but I think they believe I'm a fake runner. Let's see what happens when I go in dressed "the part". I'm weird I know. I don't shop at foot locker or those big stores either. The people that work there are a waste of space.

My husband is sick now. I did mom and dad duties again last night. He tried, but was in bed by 6:30. I'm such a good wife and mom. (pat, pat)

Fears of September

1. Carnies
2. Little, yappy dogs
3. Thinking of the universe. (I really freaked myself out last night trying to grasp the whole thing)

summary

Since blogger saves your posts automatically....well there is no post b/c I erased the funny Costco story. So I will summarize.

Ran that hill route up there.

Witnessed a real bitchy woman in Costco.

Did you know a 4-5 year old can be still called "your baby" and use a sippy cup. (no? me neither) Part of Costco story.

I am sick. Chills, fever, achy......

My husband has a work dinner tonight.

I am sick and just want to lay in bed. Instead I have to do mom and dad duties. (btw my husband rocks.....he cooked every dinner this weekend and took the kids on a 2 hour hike!!) Warning: he could suck in a couple of weeks. Hormones. Poor guy.

I need new running shoes, b/c I can feel pavement.

I need to move.

Because I need weather like this at all times. Yesterday on my run I decided that I might have to join a gym this spring. Or start swimming laps at the summer pool we belong to. When I was swimming laps at the gym 2 years ago I got my runner's high a lot quicker. Then again I gained 5lbs in a less than a month b/c swimming makes you think you haven't eaten in your entire life. Either way I need to find another summer exercise plan. It's either swimming or....well there isn't much else. Unless I want to do Pilates or Yoga....and I'm not that type of girl.

(ehhh, the sun might be toooo bright in the right-hand corner....this is New Zealand btw....I would move there in an instant.)

Donating

In my previous post I brought up the subject of how hard it is to part with clothes. I had to get past this. Though I did wear that brown $1.99 Macy's find to get take out food. Then I promptly dropped it into the donation pile upon arriving home. (clap, clap)

So the first place I started was my son's room. It's where I keep my clothes storage. I grabbed a pair of blue silk pants.(circa 1990?) Funny there is a safety pin on them. Ahhh, yes the last time I wore these were for a church portrait of the family. My son was 2. He will be seven (7) in a matter of months. Hmmmm. Almost 5 years. I try them on. Funny thing again....I was 20lbs heavier then. I still need the safety pin. They are beautiful, soft pants. They are also in the belief that my waist starts near my boobs. I could fit a child in each leg. Donate.

Then I try on a Bannana Rebublic dress (are they still around?) I haven't worn this dress since .... lets say 1990. It barely fits and is horrendous. Donate.

I try on a beautiful long brown skirt. (size 10 Charter Club) 1990's again. Barely fits. Gross. I look like I'm 60. Donate.

I pull a pink jacket that goes with a Talbot's silk embroidered skirt. What am I going to play a round of football while wearing this? Was Dynasty with Linda Evans on when I bought it. Skirt donated. Jacket....ripping out the football shoulder pads. (it really is cute)

After that I didn't even bother trying anything on. I just donated it. I realized some things:

1. I only bought expensive clothing
2. I WAS 125 lbs and 20 something when I bought this stuff.
3. I'm 145 and 40 something now. (hopefully 140 or below soon)
4. Shit I was skinny
5. I don't even shop at these stores anymore.
6. The church down the street is getting some really, nice outdated clothing.
7. The 1980's-90's sizes are not relavent today. Or maybe expensive stores size clothing the correct way.

Now there were two things I did not part with. Both size 10. One is a suede skirt the other is a red skirt. They do not fit. (I need an inch or so....so close!!) They will fit. I love doing "goal size" clothing. Girdles help, scales don't matter so much. Though I don't have tops to go with either. Well hopefully there is a rich or formally rich person getting rid of her "outdated 2005" tops and donating them somewhere. I will have to search.

Feeling Groovy ETC

Is summer over? It sure feels like it on the East Coast. My mood has been great these past two days (IPOD corruption....not included) I don't know if it's the more running lately, the weather or a combination of the two, but I am just loving life.

Yesterday I got home from work and attacked my dining room. It wasn't really cluttered or messy, but I just went into "mode". I organized three drawers, pledged, vacuumed and trashed a bunch of junk. (basically papers and crap that we kept throwing in the drawers so as not to lose it)

I've also started going through my clothes and donating what I don't wear. Why is this so hard? Why am I attached to clothes. For example:

T-Shirts: There are some I haven't worn in years. There are the ones I got at races. Why am I keeping the race t-shirts. Most are the ugliest things I have ever seen. I surely don't need to wear them to prove that I am a runner. Heck you wouldn't know I was a runner unless you saw me running. I never dress the part in public. Well these and that have been donated.

Regular shirts: I have 2 brown shirts that I NEVER wear. One cost me $1.99 at Macy's about 8 years ago. (I was soooo psyched about that find!) Why am I holding on to these? I'm looking at them thinking brown is "in" this year. You know what....who cares...donation pile.

Jeans: My "kinda" fat jeans. Why are they in the "maybe" pile. Would I really get "kinda fat" if I give them away. Do I really think I'm that important in the universe? No. Donate them.

I don't wear half the clothes in my closet. I need to shed most of my closet. While cleaning it out I found the cutest pair of shoes that I forgot I had. Now that summer is over I can't wear them. What a waste.

Since "going greener" I have no supermarket plastic bags anymore. We are reusing bathroom liner trash bags over and over again. We are using newspaper bags to clean up walking the dog poop.

ETC: What is bothering me:

I wrote awhile ago about my neighbor and friend whose husband decided he no longer loved her and didn't want to be married. (short version) Ok. Well she locked herself and kids in the house (still is btw) BUT she is doing great mentally. Fantastic.

Soooo, she got an invitation to go to the beach for the night (August) and wanted to leave early and her husband wouldn't be home until after work. I agreed to watch her kids. No problem. My daughter, me and my littlest went over there to babysit and play. Her children wanted juice. So I opened the frig to get juice. Ummm no juice. For that matter her frig contained: milk and some cut up cantelope. That is it. So I searched the rest of her kitchen for juice. No juice. She had granola bars, pasta, pasta sauce and peanuts. I sent J home to get a box of juice boxes. While waiting I opened up the freezer....a half bag of nuggets and 1 bag of veggies. Now I'm a bit worried. My neighbor has lost weight and there is NO food in this house. Is she sending a message to her husband...."you buy the fucking food". What is going on.

Ok month later. She is still holed up in her home. Will not answer phone, reply to messages and will only communicate via email. Fine.

Last week neighborhood girls night. She comes. She is the size of one of the Olsen twins. She gladly informs us she is a size 00 (yes there is a size 00) in Lucky jeans. Put a baseball cap on her and she will look like a 12 year old boy. We have apps before heading out. She does not eat. We go to the bar and order more apps (b/c we are girls) Everyone eats something (even a salad) She....nothing. She has been living on coffee and popcorn. But she is a size 00 and happy for it. She is happy and laughing . Two of the girls there tell her she looks GREAT. She tells us her other friends think she looks GREAT. Ok here's my problem. She doesn't look great. She is not eating, has 2 kids, does not leave her home and the tops she wears would fit my thin 8 year old. My neighbor's 9 and 10 year old would not fit in her clothes.

I confronted running partner #1 about her "looking great" comment. She thinks running partner #2 is too thin. (fyi running partner #2 is training for a marathon and looks like an athlete) She told me she thinks she looks great mentally. That she really isn't too thin. She just lost her middle bulge.

I'm worried. How long can you live on coffee and popcorn? When do you crash? When do you take a long look in the mirror and really see yourself? Will you ever see yourself if everyone tells you that you look great? Is there a point when you keep trying to lose weight? Just one more pound you say. I keep asking myself....is it me? Am I the f'd up one? Am I secretly jealous of "00"?

You know what? No. I love my curves. I love the muscles in my thighs. I love feeling my muscles coming back in the past two weeks. Maybe why that is why I'm feeling groovy. I don't know. I'm just worried about my neighbor. There is nothing I can do. I'm sure she will eat something sometime, realize that a 00 is just not right. Maybe she eats food in private. I hope so.

Then again...i have a pair of jeans that say I'm a size 4. Seriously...how stupid do they think I am? The size 4 jeans fit the same way as my size 8's and I'm sure I could find size 10 the fit the same way as all of them.

I feel a run coming on. (update*** I ran....thought it was cloudy. It wasn't. It was sunny and hot...I ran a faster pace just to get it over with) Thanks for the cool comments Try!!

Fat, Corrupted, Green and Runs

Fat:

Did you know that I am fat? I actually thought I looked pretty good. But, alas I am a fat pig. I'm always stalking tmz, dlisted etc. They posted B.Spears performance at the VMA's. (what a mess) anyhow all the sites talked about how fat she was. Now she is 20- (?) years younger than me, but seriously I didn't think she was/is fat. Sure, she should of worn something other than a bikini on stage, but if that is fat....what is thin? 5'5" and 90 lbs? Should I be striving to look like Nicole Richie before being pregnant? Maybe the Olsen twins? I think we have a warped sense of what is healthy in this country. I think Ms. Spears body looked healthy. (Her mind is a mess and she needs to cover up that "cooter" while exiting a car)

Still I am fat. (according to USA standards)

Corrupted:

Fucking IPOD! Fucking IPOD. Fuck you. What the Fuck? I haven't loaded my Ipod in months. I was about sick of hearing Emimen and the same old other songs I have on there. So I created a new playlist and when I tried to upload it tells me my IPOD is corrupted. WHAT?!!! How the hell is it corrupted? Give me a break MR. Jobs. I think the stupid thing is corrupted b/c my battery is still working 2 years after I bought it. So what is a girl to do? You know what I have to do. BUY another &^%%$#^&*((&^%^&*##@@*( Ipod. Well you know what? My daughter's ipod is not corrupted. So HA. I'm using hers. She's going to have to get used to a small rap song thrown in there once in awhile. Screw you Mr. Jobs.

Green:

I'm on my second compost bin. Well will be when I buy it. My first one is hot, hot, hot. I had to move it and the stuff in there is heating up. Along with the worms, grubs, maggots(?) I dont' know what. But it is working. Can't wait to use it next year.

Runs:

The humidity broke yesterday. Is fall in the air? Probably not. Running is a lot better though. I ran last night, took in a hill, did one (1) sprint and felt damn good. I still need to drop 5 for the runs to feel easier, but all in all I'm looking forward to cold runs. I can't wait for winter. Can. Not. Wait!

3

It better be muscle.

I put on 3 lbs this week.

I'm back to running more than once every 2 or so weeks. I'm doing my third run in 5 days today.

Damm it. It better be muscle.

I wish

I had a bike. Because this http://www.piranha-sports.com/services.asp?service=EFFDTMAPS looks like a cool tri to do.

The water is really rough. I know this because I've been to the hot, sunny island and my friends kayak near there. I think this would be a cool as shit race to do.

Maybe I should start small....like a sprint tri.

Maybe I should buy a bike.

Maybe I should win some cash to afford all the bike gizmos. (Of course I had all this stuff in my 20's when I was Ms. Biker chick)

Maybe I could find time to train with work, kids, school, swim team, dinner, cleaning.......

Maybe I will stick to running.

A girl can dream.

Those terrible 3's. I'm waiting for the fantastic 4's or is it 5's? Let's just say it's been a rough month and this weekend wasn't much better. Lots of screaming, crying, tantrums. Then on the other hand, lots of hugs, kisses, cuddle bugs, wiggle bugs, rasberries etc going on. The latter makes up for the former. He is getting so big. We can't believe he is already riding this bike. It was yesterday that he was on a trike. Yeah, some days we just don't feel like pulling up our pants and we discard them willy-nilly.

I ran on my bad foot. It is pretty discusting looking. Since I am an overpronator the pain isn't all too bad. I was favoring my left leg during the run. Not great b/c my left knee is feeling tight. (Damn I'm talking like an old person) Instead of running the same 3.02 miles and checking my splits....I'm running for time. Yesterday was 35 minutes. (usually its 27-28 minutes) Next time I run I'll add 5 min and so on. This is how I started very early training for that half marathon.

I think I'm running a 6 mile leg of a relay race in October. I think I'm not ready.

I'm also thinking of signing up for a 10 mile run in January. I should be at my lowest weight and I love cold weather running. Pretty cool race shirt also. I am skipping the XC race in November. The shirt is the coolest, but I am not desperate enough for another one and that race is just to hard on me.

I'm done with summer and temps in the 90's and 80's. Give me 60's and cloudy.

I have also put on 10 lbs since January. I need to dump 5 of them pronto. First for running and second for clothes feeling better. Though I have a "nice rack"now which makes a certain male in this household quite happy. Nice rack = slow race runner = sexy mamma.

Do NOT

and I repeat do not try to split this plant







with this tool








while wearing these shoes.




Let's just say I won't be running today.