Saturday, January 25, 2014

2014 Race #1: January Resolution Virtual Run

I always do this thing where, right before I'm about to embark on an awesome adventure, I get into this I'm-not-good-enough-funk. So I'll be psyched to get out of this depressingly cold weather for a week and then I'll psych myself out about how I'm too pasty and lumpy for warm weather clothes. It was really harshing my zen. I figured the fastest way out of the funk was some speed. So I signed up for a virtual 5K, Rocket Racing Production's January Resolution Run (which I picked because it had rocket in the name).

I cranked out a 22:34 5K on the treadmill in the middle of my 8 mile run this morning and called it a day. Funk alleviated. It felt good to run some faster miles, especially since I just got over some kind of respiratory infection that had been irritating and tiring the crap out of me for the past two weeks. It's not the same as running outside, but I have no motivation to do speed work in single digit temps, so the treadmill it is. Put on some music videos or any of the insane shows on Bravo and I actually kind of enjoy it.

And now off to the airport we go....

Lyric of the moment: "Not very pretty but we sure know how to run free..." (I think the real lyrics are "run things" but I like singing "run free" better.)

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Weird True Funny

I do so love WTF (weird, true, funny) things and, in that regard, 2014 is getting off to a good start.

One morning Bill came into my office and randomly gave me a ten dollar bill. That afternoon, he gave me a hoodie and sweatpants he bought at Wegmans. I wonder if I'm the first person whose boss has ever bought her sweatpants. Who is not, you know, like a professional athlete or sweatpants model.

I received a text message from a number I didn't recognize containing a picture of what appeared to be a bald guy flanked by two women in party dresses. I'm assuming this message was sent to me in error but I considered writing back way to go, dude! anyway.

I decided to stop eating like a 5 year old on a sugar high for a few days. But first I had to finish all the Twizzlers. In my defense, I was watching Warehouse 13 and I think season 2 was sponsored by Twizzlers because Myka was eating them in pretty much every episode (Aside from increasing my admittedly already high desire for Twizzlers, Warehouse 13 is a neat show. And I love that H.G. Wells is woman. And brilliant and endearing and slightly psycho). Anyway, I haven't eaten any dessert or candy in at least 5 days. And it's awful. I'm not craving sugar and I don't even really miss it, but I feel really tired for no reason and during my 10 mile run on Saturday, I felt out of breath even though I was going really slow. I thought giving up sugar was supposed to give me endless energy or superpowers or at the very least some Popeye-esque forearms. I don't know. Maybe I'm getting sick or maybe I really am a robot who runs on sugar. I will go another week or so sans the sweet stuff, but if I don't feel better, sugar and I are going to live happily ever after.

Nielsen is apparently very interested in paying me money for filling out surveys. They sent me a short survey and a five dollar bill in the mail, then called to thank me for filling out that survey and to tell me they're sending me another survey and $30. I like where this is going. It's about time TV paid me to watch it.

I saw a guy with two axes, among other things, tattooed on his face. At least I think they were axes. I didn't want to stare. Ok, I wanted to stare but I didn't want to get caught doing it. I totally wish there was a Pop Up Video for tattoos to inform me of interesting facts about the tattoo and why its owner decided to get it. Because I find people and their tattoos fascinating but it's probably against social convention to go up to some dude and ask why there's an axe on his face. Not that that would necessarily stop me. Get enough Diet Mountain Dew in me and you wouldn't be able to stop the questions coming out of my mouth.

Lyric of the moment: "We'll laugh until our ribs get tough. But that will never be enough..."

Friday, January 3, 2014

2014 New Things #1: New Year's in NYC

My dad planned a family trip to New York City for New Year's to celebrate mom's 55th birthday in
December and TJ's 30th birthday in January. We walked around Times Square, Rockefeller Center, Little Italy (where a creepy guy in a fur coat who called himself "The Italian Bear" tried to entice us into his restaurant by telling us he had "a degree in pasta from Rochester University") and Chinatown (where Mom followed a Chinese lady into a sketchy, smelly basement to look at knock-off designer purses and I got yelled at in Chinese when I tried to leave said basement). Mom, Dad, Mike and I also went on a horse and carriage ride in Central Park, and it may have been our last chance to do so since the new mayor wants to shut it down for being inhumane (I don't know if the horses are mistreated or not, but I did appreciate the sign indicating that in lieu of tips passengers can clean up after the horses. That would be a crappy tip indeed.)

It was great to start off the new year in another city, but I'm glad I get to spend most of the other days this year in Rochester. And I'll definitely have to look into this "Rochester University" to see if I can get a degree in frozen yogurt with a minor in peanut butter chocolate chip cookies.

Lyric of the moment: "Another year you made a promise. Another chance to turn it all around. And do not save this for tomorrow. Embrace the past and you can live for now..."