"Just Can't Get Enough" - THE BEP

We interrupt NCAA basketball viewing to bring you this post. 

Yes, it was close [U of A win] but I'll take it. 

Caroline - come on! Duke played Hampton [they freaking better kill a team that's ranked 16].

Okay.

So today was long run day.

How long?  [Thanks to MO - this guy should be a coach].

This long:

Which meant I needed ice.  It's 90 degrees here today.  I can't even ice in  my pool any more.  sad.  sad.

So - where do you go to buy ice when you are smelly, sweaty and don't want to run into any one you know?

you.
bet.
cha.

I'm lovin' it.

a w e s o m e !

What's even awesome-R . . . .

. . . . .

Getting to have a girl's night   t o n i g h t .

just
me
and
my
Peanut.

Ohhhh and remember this from yesterday?

Here's what I found on one of our toilets last night . . . as her reply . . .

She got the "green" water part right too.
"Mom, it's the right kind of peA green."

Happy Friday!

"Thorn In My Side" - Eurythmics

1st - s o r r y.

2nd - I apologize.

3rd - stop reading if you are feeling sensitive. 

okay, that's all the warning you get.

I'm freaking tired.
I'm c r a n k y .
I'm annoyed.
I'm all sorts of emotional.
I'll cry telling you one thing . . . then probably yell at you saying the next thing.

• I've been uninvited to "field day".  so fine, I was never invited [whatever] but I was going to go.  "Mom, we'll hang out tonight okay?"

Me: why?
Peanut: well it's boring.
Me: I want to see you freaking smoke all the others in the 600m!
P: mom, you have a race Sunday & you can't wear heels on the field.
Me: ha!!  I'll wear my smelly sneaks!
P:  let's just hang out tonight.

• Door opens.  Peanut exits.  I bawl.  I just got Guantanamo-ed.
• I woke up at 3:41 [for a total sleep time of 4:35]  Please say this has something to do with the insta-tears above.
• If one more person tells me, "your body is just made to run".  It. will. not. be. pretty.

No, I run whatever speed I do because I train.  I push. I push hard.  I am not being ungrateful to my Heavenly Father for any talent I may have been given . . . . but please realize I train my butt off.  Volleyball came way more "naturally" to me than this running thing does.

So PLEASE don't ride it off as being in my "genes".  I have yet to hear a pianist be told.  You're a great pianist - good thing you were blessed with those great finger genes.

• Don't assume my life is easy because I "only have one child" .  I'm not elaborating on that one because I will end up offending someone and that is NOT my intention. 
• I don't always think things out in depth [or possibly as I should].  This bothers some a few.  I work way better when I shoot from the hip.  You see I have this condition, "Paralysis by Analysis" .  enough. said. 
• Some people think they know what's better for me than I do.  I get this to a point.  You can call me naive.  blind.  heck, even crazy.  But. I've. freaking. got. this.

My unsaid [until now] motto for the last 14-16 months . . . . .

Hope. guides. me.

That's all I've got.  But. it. is. a. big. thing.  And it's working . . .  for me.

Got anything you want to vent about?

I'm a good great listener. ;)

White girl in the SUN....tra, la, la, la, la

[Oh now I wish Johann could have done this training run for me.]

To heck with Treadmill Thursday's [celebrate silently Jamoosh]. 

This run yesterday.

Was nuts.

The Pita came home Tuesday night saying he had meetings in Prescott.  Immediately [ding, ding, ding - that's my brain, by the way] ---- I must go.  I feel a training trail run coming on.  So after 1.5 hours of lame stock broker chatter from a conference call blasted in on his crackberry.  [who uses crackberry's anyway?].

We had arrived.  However, I had issues [shock].  I don't have a cute belt thing.  So I'm trying to beg my way win one from Rad Runner.
So I thought we had worked out how I'd get the keys and refuel as needed.  Nope. 

No.
Workie.
Outie.

f a i l.

So a little over 4 miles in I was like, "heck ya, this is okay!"
So I snapped this photo.

Yes, I had tried to swing by the car location for refueling - which is why you see cars not dirt.

So I found the grossest water fountain I could find and off I went.

So how'd it go?

Temp was "supposed" to be 79.  Was 88. 

Did I wear sunscreen?  No

Altitude kill me?  a little.

iPhone case [farmer] tan?  Check.

Getting stopped by a 65 year old couple asking me why my face was so red.  I answered by asking where the nearest grocery store was.  "Oh honey, it's a mile away!!"  Which sounded like 5 steps away at that point.  I had $2 in my pants, heck ya.

Two water bottles later.  Happy me.  Off to my mountainous death.  But first, just one little hill to climb.  Seriously, this photo makes me look like a wimp - and kinda stupid - but the grade/steepness of this hill is so NOT actually represented in this lame photo.

I actually liked this dorky one better.

Nostrils flaring and all.

So off to the real mountain.  I ran 12 in total but . . . .This is how I'd like to express my "actual" 9 mile TRAIL run portion.

....in my case.  Rocky dirt.

I was so mad at how poorly I felt that I did two one mile repeats.

Mile 1: 7:06
Mile 2: 7:36

Then, the Pita drove by saying, "you don't look good.  Hey, want your water?"

(*^%#!%#*+$#

Ya, thanks.