It was "ONLY IN MY DREAMS"

That Debbie Gibson song kept coming to mind this morning.

Why?

I had two dreams last night.  The one I choose to share is my running dream.  I woke up at 5:31, told the Pita, "I'm feeling a little better."  His snarky reply, "Oh perfect, why don't you go run 20?".

Me: Well, "In my dream" I ran 4 and felt great.
Pita:  wait, you dream of running?
Me:  Isn't that kind of a given?

Anyway.

Went to sit up and these were glaring at me.

[they were whispering . . . please try me out . . . ] 

Bad idea.

I made it this far.

[man how I wish that decimal was one place to the right. ;) ]

Amazing how freaking hard it is to run while coughing.

But what really got me was the coughing fit that lasted a straight 8 minutes.  Yes, Peanut captured it all on her iPhone in video mode [plus a few random photos at the start of it all]. 

All the while saying, "I told you that was a bad idea" about 14 times [each time I stopped coughing to catch a bit of air].

This girl captures me doing everything stupid.  I know she's keeping them all handy for when she's 16 and can say . . . . "must I remind you you did ______?  Do you need to see the video?" 

I'm deleting those videos/photos while she dreams tonight.

Pour Some Sugar On me

The Pita stayed home yesterday do laundry[nope], do the ironing[nope], watch Top Gear on the DVR[yep], be with me yesterday [I think, yes] ---- okay, fine probably just to get his 2.5 hour workout in.

One conversation went like this:

P: So what do you want to do today?
Me: Uhh, get better.
P: Let's go somewhere.
Me: like?
P: to look at cars.
Me: Ya, I'm sure that'll help.
P: You're not very nice today.
Me: I'm sick.  See the temp [not good], hear me [I sound like a phlegmy 80 year old smoker], smell me [just kidding-I'm a showeraholic especially when I'm sick]
P: "Pour some sugar on" you! [we are a rare breed [couple] who can converse exclusively using song titles, we are just special like that.]
Me: "Every rose has it's thorn"
P: But you are my "wild thing".... you make my heart sing. 
Me: fine . . "pass the Dutchie" - let's go.

It was a nice distraction until about noon when I thought my head and lungs were about to blow. 

I mean look at this Panamera Turbo. [drool]

So it was back home for me and off to the doctor.  Ya, I guess I do need those antibiotics after all.  2pm I get there.  "Ummmm, honey your appointment is at 3pm".

I was too pissed at her calling me honey to even care about the time problem.
Seriously.  If you are a woman, don't ever call me "honey. The only exception is if your hair is silver/white or if you are a parent of mine.  I HATE, HATE, HATE being called "honey".

Anyway.

Wasn't about to sit there for an hour so I did what all good, kind, considerate sick people would do. . . . . . . went to buy running shoes.

Where I met "Andy" who will be joining me [sorta] at the Man Vs Horse race in October.

Andy:  will it be your first trail run? [we had just finished the 15 minute talk about my "treadmill running"]
Me:  Kinda.  I did do the Whiskey Row Marathon but don't worry, I KNOW it's not the same type of trail.
Andy: The 25 will be challenging.
Me: Well, I'm doing the 50.
Andy: [nope nothing-just the look]

waiting
waiting
waiting

Andy: you are doing the 50? [yes, there was an emphasis on the "you" that I did not enjoy]
Me: You bet cha.  Show me the buckle! [big warm, sickly smile.]
Andy: wow.  I'll uhhh make sure to look for you.
Me: ya! It'll be fun to show you my buckle.  [I'm joking-I didn't say that . . . .]
Me {revised}:  You think I'm "done for", don't you?
Andy: I'll be really impressed.

Uggg. Whatever. He better not have sold me the "wrong" shoes. ;)

Note to self [never shop under the influence of Nyquil]

I am dying to try these out!!!

Now for a drum roll . . . . I have . . . . . walking pneumonia.  awesome.  He said I could call it running pneumonia if it made me feel better.

Get up offa that thing . . .

After last weekend, I officially hate my bedroom.

I'm over it.  [well, I'm not] but I am over being sick already.

I did manage to score these Friday night.

Yay me!  Then the Pita & Peanut left for a daddy daughter night.  Boo me!  And I got to watch chick flicks with this guy:

Which was [super] weird because, I don't typically let him in my room.  The Pita later told me something about dogs can sense when someone is dying so that's why he wanted to be with me.  awesome. 

So Sunday night came.  I thought I was feeling a lot better so we turned on the jukebox.  The song that kept coming to mind:  Get up offa that thing . . . .and dance til you feel better.   [fail]

 

[in my case . . . . ]

Get up offa that thing and dance till you [have such a bad coughing fit that] you are dry-heaving.

[success].

I don't have time for this:

25 days until Top of Utah Marathon

AND

39 days till "Man against Horse" 50 miler

Heaven Help me. :)

Give me my buckle & off to the doctor

Yes, still sick [worse] this sucks.  hard.

Thought I'd share an email conversation from Wednesday.  You see, if you run the Man Against Horse Ultra [the 50 miler] you get a buckle.  Not a boring/cheap medal but a big friggin' cowboy buckle.

I want the dang buckle.

All the "talk" of this started last Friday while at my friend's [Ash & T's] going away party.  T works with The Pita.  "A" also works with The Pita and is an ultra runner.  So he and I - - - - we HAD to chat.  He told me of an upcoming race.  I asked him to get The Pita the info.  And he did.  And I signed up without telling The Pita.

And so it goes: 

The Pita:  “You're gonna die if you do the 50 mile - even Aaron thinks so.

I'll start looking for a new wife now so it will be a smooth transition
"A" sent you some links see below.”


My reply to A & The Pita: “I always did envision you with someone even younger than myself [even though I’m 4.5 years your younger. Buckle up buttercup. It’s 50 or nothing.”

"A" cracks back-Pita [long signed off]: "Bull Shine!!" My first race was a 50 miler - the toughest 50 miler. ...and I never ran a single marathon except technically as a training run on my own a few times. I encourage you to run the 50 as long as you train for it and you're prepared to be out there awhile. It's a beautiful course and you'll probably even enjoy about 7 miles of it!! As long as that bloke you call a husband is out there, you won't feel like you'll ever be stranded. Just run from one aid station to the next and you'll make it and get your first shiny ultra marathon buckle!!  One thing I gotta tell you though is there's about a 2000' climb from mile 29 to 30. That's after you've done about 6000 feet of climbing during those first 28 miles. Keep telling yourself "it's fun."


Me: YAY! I want the buckle. I need the buckle. It's all in the freaking buckle. You wear yours to work right?!

I know I'm an idiot but ehhhhh what's the worst that can happen?

1. I look like a complete a*s? [fine by me].
2. Break my leg? [downer but it'll mend].
3. I pass out [there's helicopters right?]
4. I die. [all attempting first time ultra runners go to heaven, right?]

Who says I'm an ALL OR NOTHIN' kind of girl? [ohhhh, you mean THAT person who saw my horrible dance moves Friday?!] whatever. I'm over it.

I'm soooooo IN!

A: you have the kind of attitude it takes. you're gonna do well. Please don't yell a bunch of *^%@!* when you pass me, okay? It's gonna be a beautiful day, I just know it!!  keep hunting the Internet for the crude profile and/or map of the course. You need that to plan your drop bags. we'll have to plan a quick strategy session before the race. You're gonna kick some serious horse tail!!  let me know if you think of any questions.


Me: Pass YOU? That's seriously the funniest thing I've heard all week and it's been ---- well ----- an EVENTFUL week. ;)  Did you really write, "you're gonna do well"? Liar!! But I love you for it! If I make it out in 12 hours or 18 - I'll be the craziest blonde you've ever see cross a finish line. YAY! So excited.

A: there's a 12 hour cutoff. and trust me, I tested that one year when I had to run the second half with my shoe halfway off because of severe blisters. I barely made it. The next day I rode the Tour de Scottsdale (70 miles), ...but I'm not bragging or anything.  seriously, I'm here if you need anything.

One hour passes

Then he emails me this. Ummmm. Help.

Happy Friday Y'all!

Is there a Dr. in the house?

Right now my only Dr. Is Dr. Dre. - - - - "Keep their head's ringing".

Ya, I won't be following Peanut to school today. 

Don't you worry Jamoosh I'll get that Treadmill Thursday's post up for you at some point today.