Boring Run Talk with More Goose!

Whew, I almost died. Seventy four degrees does feel like the surface of the sun when there's no shade and just black asphalt ahead. I powered through--a whopping 30 minutes of shoe-shuffling goodness.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I have committed to living in the present, just like dogs do (thanks Cesar Milan!). Here are my resolutions:

1. Run more.
2. Schedule runs with my peeps.
3. Remember that stressful times are when I need to run, not cancel a run.
4. Track my runs (mileage, time and shoes).
5. Be nicer to my husband (hard to believe, but I've been a real horse's ass to Michael).

Now onto more pleasant topics. My dog, Goose, must have eaten a corn cob three weeks ago. It rolled around in her stomach for awhile and then last Friday finally lodged in her intestine. Two x-rays, one ultrasound, three phone calls, one stomach/intestinal surgery and two million dollars later, Goose is good as new. Thanks to me, her nursemaid. She got three different medications with different dosages at different times of day. I had to carry her up and down the stairs. And at first, had to feed her every three to four hours. Not such Good Times(tm).

(an oldie but a goodie...caught mid-sneeze)

And finally, Penn State is looking really good. That game was epic and I enjoyed every last minute of it. Now, the Eagles are a different story, but I'm still not worried. If we had had Brian Westbrook last night we would have killed those stupid Bears. And Kyle Orton? Are you kidding me?

My baby is walking and wears a 5.5 double wide shoe.

Nut up!

So last night, Michael, Jeffy and I were watching NFL highlights. Michael and I have resumed our losing ways at Fantasy Football (even though, we had 141 points on our effing bench yesterday) and wanted to catch up on the day's events.

So at the end of the Denver San Diego game, Denver was down by one point after scoring a touchdown. So, what do they do...kick the extra point and send it into overtime? Or go for two and win the game. Well, they went for two and won the game (bad call notwithstanding)...anyhoo, we're talking about this and Michael says "Sometimes you have to nut up and go for it."

And the Nut Up Conversation ensued. First, I asked both of them if men really use that phrase. And they told me yes, men use that phrase. So I decided I was going to try and use it in every day conversations. Especially with my clients. Here's how I see it working out:

Client: Hey Sarah, can you turn around a crappy outline for us in three hours?

Me: Well, I guess if I nut up, I can do that. Sure thing!

Sound good? I can't wait to move that phrase into every conversation possible.

Today I actually did nut up and went for a run with the wonderful Amber. We did a little Forest Park loop of about 35 minutes. I had to walk some because I couldn't nut up on the hills, but all in all, it felt great to take the new shoes for a spin.

In other news, I missed my first deadline of all time..meaning, I totally forgot about a project and just didn't do it. I don't think that's every happened to me. I mean, I've tried to get out of deadlines and have gotten them moved, but totally spacing a project. Geez, I need to nut up and run some more to keep my head clear.

And one last thing....da da da da..........

GO E A G L E S !!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Bitch is Back!

Hellllllllllllllllllloooooooooo! Holy cow, it's just been way too long right?

So, today was the second "real" run since going to PA for a month.

I DID NOT RUN ONE TIME while in Pennsylvania.

You all know me. You know what happens when crazy people like me don't get the standard amount of endorphins per day. That's right. I almost killed my nearing-70 year old parents and set their house on fire.

Anyhoo, today I slogged along and felt pretty good about just getting out there and knocking it out. On the last stretch, my fucking IT band (which has not been exercised in over a month and a half) decided to act out...on flat surfaces nonetheless. I hate that bitch. I really do.

So after the run I felt great, took a shower, had lunch with my peeps at a Middle Eastern restaraunt over here on the west side (Poll question: gauche to eat Middle Eastern food on 9/11? Talk amongst yourselves. Poll question #2: gauche to ask if it is gauche to eat Middle Eastern food on 9/11? If so, shut the hell up.) and then hit up the Portland Running Company. I wanted to see if my gait changed since having the second baby. Maybe that's why I've had runners' knee and IT band issues etc.

Where I found out that a) my gait has not changed. I am still running perfection with my neutral gait...did you know that only 10% of runners have a neutral stride? That's right. Jealous much? I thought so. I digress. b) My old shoes were toast and contributing to the leg problems.

So I bought these bad asses:


The Gel Nimbus 10 for $120! Good lord these suckers better post some good numbers for that kind of money. The sweetest, nicest lady on the planet helped me get my shoes. She has two girls 18 months apart and was kind enough to let me know that in two years, things will be a lot better. I can't say "She should suck it" because she was so nice and made me feel like I wasn't crazy for having nervous breakdown days even though I do employ a nanny.

So go to PRC and buy shoes.

And here are the top ten (abbreviated) stories from my PA/NJ shore trip:

1. Bringing the world's worst stomach virus from Portland to Lebanon, PA via an airplane. Got sick the day before (thanks to the Children's Museum!), had to have oxygen on the plane. Didn't eat for four days. Lost five pounds. Gave the virus to both my parents. My mother cried. We all almost died. Moral: quarantine children a week before heading on a plane.
2. Visiting the Lebanon Farm Show every morning for a week. Owen's favorite question: "Going to see cows and pigs?" Saw some enormous cows, pigs, coats, bunnies and sheep.
3. Eating shoo-fly pie. Do a web search. It's some good stuff.
   
4. Going to Hersheypark and killing a 10-year old at Whack a Mole. Owen and my dad appreciated the victory dance.
5. The joy that is Blue's Clues. The songs are still stuck in my head right now.
6. Hearing the word "yous" used in serious conversations. ALL THE TIME. I'm not kidding. For example: what are yous doing tonight? Are yous getting pizza?
   
7. Michael's face when we took him to the Wildwood Boardwalk. Shellshocked didn't begin to describe it. Until you've experienced the white trash goodness that is Wildwood, you haven't lived.
8. Bargaining with a Ukranian young lady in the Wildwood t-shirt shop over a Philadelphia Eagle's t-shirt that reads "BLEED GREEN." I got it for 12 bucks.
   
9. The pizza on the east coast. Fantastic. Papa Murphy's?? Whatever.
   
10. Ripping off the side mirror of my rental car thanks to the banister on the shore house deck. 200 dollars later? Good as new!

Whew. That's it for right now. More as I begin my looooong trek back to becoming a runner.

P.S. Would it be possible to have a better football weekend than last week? Penn State kills the Beavers on national TV, Eagles roll in a blow out (and we have McNabb in fantasy), plus something else that I won't mention because I guess it's not nice to say you're happy about an injury to another human being but you all know what I'm talking about. Good times.