if you don't have anything nice to say
My mama taught me that if you don't have anything nice to say, best to keep it zipped. So, again, we've been quiet, but are about to GET REAL LOUD here soon! (Like maybe on March 1. The Day February Ends.)
Nate and I survived Karl being out of town last week. We, ahem, watched way too much PBS kids and ate as we pleased. We played with various friends and read "If You Take A Mouse to the Movies" more times than humanly possible. Nate has been quite lovey-dovey this week and I am soaking up every head-on-shoulder moment.
Since I have been feeling a little lazy (did I mention it's February? and COLD? And Nate is starting to HATE sitting in the jogging stroller for more than ten minutes? And, that, additionally, he FREAKS OUT when I put the plastic weather shield over the stroller?), I have been remembering how ACTIVE I was while the pregs and marveling at it. I was looking back through some belly shots and found this one from May 31 (less than a month until N's June 26th birth.) from a 5K that almost killed me! At the end of the race (the cop car was RIGHT behind me and a few other stragglers), my fingers were so swollen (it was hot. cause it was May. NOT February.) that I immediately plunged them in the bins of ice containing bottles of water and juice for the runners. I probably stayed with my hands in and out of those bins for a solid five minutes. It was such a simple thing and everyone I was with laughed at (with?) me. Ah, it was sweet, sweet relief.
A friend and and I have been running 4 miles once a week for the last few months (5:30 in the AM on Wednesdays!). She is training for the upcoming Little Rock Marathon and I am trying to fight the never-ending battle of outrunning my calories. (cue: I'm a Loser, Baby!) For her, it is her light and slow day. For me, I just try to NOT DIE. It's true. (I have you all fooled, right? So not hardcore!)
At the end of September, my friend Jenny and I pledged to run to one another's house. She lives in Tulsa. I live in Little Rock. The mileage between the two houses/cities is 268. We are giving ourselves one year to complete our little project and we are both about 20% of the way there. (Read: TIME TO STEP IT UP!). You may have notice the ticker on the side bar of my blog. If you have a burning desire to track us, you can check our mileage there. If you want to participate, let me know and I can help you set up your own cheerleader jumping next to a thermometer.
She is visiting Little Rock in early March and we intend to run a 10K (6.2 miles) together while she is here. The problem is: there is no "official" race scheduled for that weekend so we are going to create our own. Like a WE WANT TSHIRTS create-your-own-race. This leads us to another problem: We would like to come up with a fun and creative name for our 10K. (You know, FOR THE TSHIRTS! which will, clearly, be homemade.)
Thoughts? Help?
The Little Rock Don't Die 10k?
Will Run for Beer 10k?
Beer Belly Begone 10K?
Kathleen and Jennifer are Slooooooooooooow Trail Run?
Here are my inspiration images:
1. Where can I get some shorts like that? (Also, file this under THIS GUY MIGHT BEAT ME! I have been passed by men and women three times my age (and one mom with TWO children in a jogging stroller. bitch.) during races. I try not to cry about it.)
And #2 which is actually actually described on the stock art site as 'Young woman drinking water after fitness exercise' because that is OFTEN how I drink water. Especially after fitness exercise. 
HELP!
We are fully amenable to supporting a cause! Beer, babies, nipple cream, organic baby food, tires, WHATEVER MAKES A FUNNY TSHIRT, really.
Unfortunately, The Rabies Awareness Fun Run is already taken. (Who doesn't love a good Office reference? This was one of my favorite epis of all time.)
I leave you with this (disconnected from my post yet hilarious and, uh, inspirational) quote:
Myth – three Americans die every year from rabies. Fact – four Americans every year die from rabies. How many of you know someone that has been afflicted or affected by rabies? Show of hands. One, two, three… too many to count. It is truly the silent killer. No, it is the foaming barking killer. - Michael Scott
Nate and I survived Karl being out of town last week. We, ahem, watched way too much PBS kids and ate as we pleased. We played with various friends and read "If You Take A Mouse to the Movies" more times than humanly possible. Nate has been quite lovey-dovey this week and I am soaking up every head-on-shoulder moment.
Since I have been feeling a little lazy (did I mention it's February? and COLD? And Nate is starting to HATE sitting in the jogging stroller for more than ten minutes? And, that, additionally, he FREAKS OUT when I put the plastic weather shield over the stroller?), I have been remembering how ACTIVE I was while the pregs and marveling at it. I was looking back through some belly shots and found this one from May 31 (less than a month until N's June 26th birth.) from a 5K that almost killed me! At the end of the race (the cop car was RIGHT behind me and a few other stragglers), my fingers were so swollen (it was hot. cause it was May. NOT February.) that I immediately plunged them in the bins of ice containing bottles of water and juice for the runners. I probably stayed with my hands in and out of those bins for a solid five minutes. It was such a simple thing and everyone I was with laughed at (with?) me. Ah, it was sweet, sweet relief.
A friend and and I have been running 4 miles once a week for the last few months (5:30 in the AM on Wednesdays!). She is training for the upcoming Little Rock Marathon and I am trying to fight the never-ending battle of outrunning my calories. (cue: I'm a Loser, Baby!) For her, it is her light and slow day. For me, I just try to NOT DIE. It's true. (I have you all fooled, right? So not hardcore!)At the end of September, my friend Jenny and I pledged to run to one another's house. She lives in Tulsa. I live in Little Rock. The mileage between the two houses/cities is 268. We are giving ourselves one year to complete our little project and we are both about 20% of the way there. (Read: TIME TO STEP IT UP!). You may have notice the ticker on the side bar of my blog. If you have a burning desire to track us, you can check our mileage there. If you want to participate, let me know and I can help you set up your own cheerleader jumping next to a thermometer.
She is visiting Little Rock in early March and we intend to run a 10K (6.2 miles) together while she is here. The problem is: there is no "official" race scheduled for that weekend so we are going to create our own. Like a WE WANT TSHIRTS create-your-own-race. This leads us to another problem: We would like to come up with a fun and creative name for our 10K. (You know, FOR THE TSHIRTS! which will, clearly, be homemade.)
Thoughts? Help?
The Little Rock Don't Die 10k?
Will Run for Beer 10k?
Beer Belly Begone 10K?
Kathleen and Jennifer are Slooooooooooooow Trail Run?
Here are my inspiration images:
1. Where can I get some shorts like that? (Also, file this under THIS GUY MIGHT BEAT ME! I have been passed by men and women three times my age (and one mom with TWO children in a jogging stroller. bitch.) during races. I try not to cry about it.)
And #2 which is actually actually described on the stock art site as 'Young woman drinking water after fitness exercise' because that is OFTEN how I drink water. Especially after fitness exercise. 
HELP!We are fully amenable to supporting a cause! Beer, babies, nipple cream, organic baby food, tires, WHATEVER MAKES A FUNNY TSHIRT, really.
Unfortunately, The Rabies Awareness Fun Run is already taken. (Who doesn't love a good Office reference? This was one of my favorite epis of all time.)
I leave you with this (disconnected from my post yet hilarious and, uh, inspirational) quote:
Myth – three Americans die every year from rabies. Fact – four Americans every year die from rabies. How many of you know someone that has been afflicted or affected by rabies? Show of hands. One, two, three… too many to count. It is truly the silent killer. No, it is the foaming barking killer. - Michael Scott
12 comments:
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WOW! I am so impressed with your pregnancy running. I was so not as active as I needed to be when pregnant. I sure the level of activity helped with your rapid labor and delivery.
that was a great office episode. i wish i could think of some fun run names! i got nuthin.
I support anything that has to do with running and beer working together for the betterment of my life.
blah blah blah. quit beating yourself up about quantity and quality and just be proud of the fact that you are making the effort. and keep going!
lucia freaks when i put the weather shield on as well. what the hell? i always say things like, "it is for your own good" ... like she understands me. reasoning with an 11 month old. right.
my lofty running goals are not going as planned. first of all, the weather is cramping my style. second, matt being gone is cramping my style. i was going to train for a half marathon at the end of april; i still have time, but it is creeping up on me and i am just not so sure that i can commit to the running schedule.
i probably won't commit to the running schedule, in fact. hmmp.
oh well. maybe next time.
oh lord. i totally need a jumping cheerleader next to a thermometer. that must be the missing key to my fitness regime.
idea for next year: extend your fake 10k fun run to all your bloggity blog friends all over the country (like me!). then you can post all the pics of us randoms wearing your shirts.
I'd say to do it this year, but um, yeah...I can't run a 10k by early March. Sooooooo slooooooow.
I'm so impressed you were running a 5k weeks before giving birth! Good luck with the 10k training!
Oh man, the lady drinking the water is classic. And that is my FAVORITE Office episode ever. I believe I have watched it no less than 12 times. I think Nard-dog is my favorite, what with his chaffed (chaffed?) nipples and all. :)
The doc said, "Wow, you are big!" yesterday at my OB appt. It wasn't my usual doc; it was his partner, so I'm not looking for a new one or anything, but I was like, "I have 2 babies residing inside me and it's freaking Antarctica outside! What am I supposed to do?!" Please warm up so I can run...yeah right...walk outside soon! However, I get out of breath talking!
P.S. You didn't mention that the Mom with 2 babies in the stroller passed us UP HILL!
Remove photo with watermarks, please
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