I’m off to my second of five dentist appointments before Christmas. I’m in the middle of writing a post about the weekend and will get it posted soon. Wish me luck!
I went to the doctor today. I’d been feeling progressively better over the last few days, but then I couldn’t stop coughing last night. I actually slept in the guest room because the bed in there is in the corner. I piled every pillow in the house (I let John keep a couple) into that corner so I could sleep sitting upright. It still took forever for me to stop coughing long enough to fall asleep. It was nice to wake up to sunlight streaming in the window, though. Our bedroom is on the north side of the house, so I don’t usually get to the see that. The window in the guest room faces south. Anyway, even taking the same medicines I’ve been taking all week, I couldn’t get my coughing under control today. So finally I left the office this afternoon to go to the doctor.
Turns out I have bronchitis.
First Question: How can I have bronchitis and still feel perfectly healthy (cough aside)? I don’t feel sick. My head is clear, I’m not achy, I don’t have a fever – and yet, I have bronchitis. Well, whatever. I’m just glad to know what it is and to have the right medication.
Second Question: Does this mean I shouldn’t run in the Herndon Turkey Trot tomorrow? I was assuming an immediate no since, you know, I have BRONCHITIS, but the doctor said that as long as I start the antibiotic and other medication (robitussin dm and an inhaler of some kind), I should be fine. It’s at 4pm, it’ll be about 40 degrees out, and I’ll be bundled up. So I’ll be running a 5K tomorrow and then hanging out with my friends (dinner and Bond!). Totally weird.
In other news, I have no other news. Really. Work was slow. We had our annual office Thanksgiving lunch, so there were a lot of people in the office we don’t usually see. That makes it sound like we brought strangers in off the street or something. Which actually would have been a really nice thing to do. No, I meant that the people who work in the Ballston office came over, and some people brought their families in. We saw all the new babies (who I stayed far away from, I promise) and got to catch up with coworkers we really only see about once a year. It’s generally a nice event (and we have a new caterer this year who’s REALLY good), but I didn’t stick around since I figured it wouldn’t be polite to cough all over the crowds in the conference room and kitchen.
Damn. I just checked tomorrow’s forecast. It’s going to be about 35 degrees and WINDY tomorrow afternoon. A 25mph wind will make it feel like about 25 degrees, and that’s what I’ll be running in. Makes me look forward to it just a bit less. Just a bit. Then again, I have already discovered that the Weather Channel lies to me, so maybe it won’t be that bad.
So I was just about to head for bed when I realized I haven’t posted today. It’s not the end of the world if I don’t post every day, but I think it’s too early in the life of my blog to start skipping days. I should be so disciplined about my running. Of course, I can post any time of day, from almost anywhere. With running, I have this narrow window in the morning.
Wow. I’m watching TV, and I just saw a preview for Four Christmases. That looks really stupid. I mean, I like Vince Vaughn and Reese Witherspoon, but there have been way too many holiday movies made about awful family visits, most of them bad. We don’t need any more.
Well, this counts. Pretty much all I can think about right now is how much I want to go to sleep, so babbling on my blog is a lower priority. Good night.
So I just cleaned the kitchen while listening to Van Halen. Loud Van Halen. And thanks to Christina and Ross having birthdays near each other this month, I am about to eat leftover Indian food for dinner. Yay! Also, I took Sudafed this morning and it seems to be working. 🙂
AND John cracks me up. In response to this email from Greg,
“Not even sure what mulled wine is, but I’m in.”
John responded with
“It’s wine that you think about for a long time before serving.”
So yeah, I laughed. Out loud. A lot. 🙂 It’s another reason I keep him around.
I spent most of today trying not to talk. I cough less when I don’t talk. Also, today has been better because of Delsym, I think. Advertising companies should love me. I saw a commercial for Delsym (it’s a cough suppressant) and then went out and bought some when I went to the store. It seems to be working nicely. That or I’m getting better. It’s hard to tell.
I spend much of my time trying to figure out how I’m going to get everything done in time. In time for what? For whatever is happening next. Here’s two for instances:
1. Colin’s birthday party is this Saturday. I meant to go to Toys R Us to pick out a present for him this past weekend, but I was feeling pretty sick so I didn’t do it. Now I need to do it this week. Or maybe Saturday morning. That’s an idea. I just hate waiting until the last minute.
2. Winter running clothes. I really want some moisture-wicking running leggings that I can throw on under my running pants when it’s really cold. We have a 5K this Saturday, but it’s in the afternoon, so it won’t be completely freezing. However, I just signed us up to run a 5K at 8:30 in the morning on Thanksgiving Day. THAT will be cold, and I will definitely want the extra layer. So when I do I buy those? This weekend? Well, Saturday is pretty packed, what with shopping for Colin (see? I’ve already penciled that in), going to his party, going to the 5K, and then hanging out with Jess and Chuck (who are coming out that night – yay!). Then Sunday…I might have time on Sunday. But Sunday is also when I will be doing as much advance shopping for Thanksgiving as I can. Fortunately, there is a Target right next to Wegman’s. I might have time for this after all. 🙂
All that really says about me is that I need to have something to plan for. A birthday party, a race, Thanksgiving, Chrismukkah, oh crap, Chrismukkah is coming. I really wanted to have most of the shopping done before Thanksgiving. Not going to happen. Great.
I just got back from babysitting Colin. He’s adorable, of course, and almost a year old. I think we had a good time. I did, anyway, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. On my way home, I decided to get the essential grocery shopping out of the way (1% milk for John since my skim milk grosses him out, lunch stuff, and a toothbrush) so I wouldn’t have to leave the house again. It’s cold and really windy today, and I’m still not really feeling any better, so I’d rather just stay inside where it’s warm. I put High Society in the DVD player, and the Overture is playing. I love musicals. There are some songs in this one I could do without (“You’re Sensational” comes to mind immediately), but I love “Little One”. Ooh, I forgot Saul Chaplin was involved in the music for this one. I don’t how I could forget that actually, since a photo from a rehearsal with him and Grace Kelly is on the cover of his autobiography. He was involved in pretty much all of my favorite Hollywood musicals. I should reread that. I think it’s hilarious that Louis Armstrong plays himself.
Aw, John’s a good husband. He just went out and did cold yard things in the cold yard so I wouldn’t have to. I guess I’ll keep him.
Grace Kelly is just TOO perfect. It’s not fair. And her clothes! Again, not fair. Maybe I should make looking and dressing like her my goal. That’s unrealistic, but wouldn’t it be nice? Okay, skipping this scene (“You’re Sensational”). The song drags. Change of pace is a good idea, Satch, thanks. Except that this song (“Samantha”) doesn’t really do the trick. But whatever.
Just ordered Thai food. Yum! I’m just gonna publish this because you don’t really need me to finish the movie first.
I spent the last few hours working on getting my photo gallery the way I want it. You may notice (if you even noticed it was there, Mom) that nothing has changed. I found some helpful pages and I think I know how to do it, but my first attempt failed spectacularly. Okay, there was nothing spectacular about my failure. But I don’t have the energy to keep going with it tonight. I’ll try again tomorrow.
I know, I know, it’s boring to write about the weather. I went for a jog this morning fully convinced that it was going to rain at any second. According to www.weather.com, the humidity is 100% (which I can believe, now that I’ve been out there) and there is a 100% chance of rain for every hour of the day. So I was just hoping to get lucky. And I guess I did, since I didn’t get rained on, but it was like running in a sauna! Sixty-five degrees, ridiculously humid, not enough wind to make a difference (unless I was running uphill, in which case the wind appeared and tried to shove me backwards down the hill), and then the sun came out (this must be a shock to the people at The Weather Channel) and steam started to rise from the streets, the grass, and ME. Not my favorite running weather, though it is preferable to below-freezing temperatures in the pre-dawn hours.
There’s the rain. Now that I’m safely inside. Of course, we’re still going out in it today. John and I are planning to do some window-shopping (and possibly actual shopping) in historic Leesburg today and then have lunch. It’s time to get moving.
I finished reading Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides this morning. I got the impression that I was supposed to think it’s one of the greatest books ever written, or at least be moved by it. I wasn’t. That’s not to say I didn’t think it was good, or that I didn’t enjoy it. I did. But it’s not something I would reread (which should say something to people who know me (who I’m sure are the only people reading this blog (assuming anyone other than Mom is reading), but that’s a topic for another post. I need to get out of parentheses now.)) or even recommend wholeheartedly to someone. It was very meh. Shrug. Whatever. It was like there was something missing. The narrator kept me at a distance, so I never really felt like I was feeling what the characters were feeling. And if the point was that Cal/Callie was neither male nor female, but something in the middle, then why was the adult Cal so strongly male? It seemed that he made a choice to be male, not female, and not something new or a combination of both. And maybe it wasn’t a choice, really, but that characterization seemed to miss the point that I thought the book was reaching toward. But maybe it was just me who missed the point. Either way, I think that’s why I feel so indifferent to the book. No biggie. I’m sure I’ll enjoy my next book more, whatever it is.
I’m home now, in the comfort of my fuzzy pants, waiting for dinner to be ready. John got his last birthday present from me today. I ordered him a year’s subscription to Runner’s World magazine a couple of days before his birthday, but then they said it would be 4-6 weeks before we got the first issue. Can it really take that long to process an order and get it to the circulation department? What year is it again? It actually only took about 3 and a half weeks, but still. Tonight is going to be all about the couch, random TV, and tea. Maybe old episodes of That 70’s Show, or new ones of The Mentalist. We might also have an episode or two of Heroes and True Blood. So exciting. 🙂
So now dinner’s ready and I can begin doing nothing. Hooray!
I’m getting sick (cough, cough). Today is getting progressively more miserable. Last night I tried to sleep sitting up, but I kept sliding down. I might have to move to the couch tonight. On the other hand, puppies! I can (and do) watch them all day. For instance, Mr. Purple just attacked Mr. Black. Mr. Yellow just tried to intervene, so Mr. Blue jumped him. It’s awesome. 🙂 Awesomely cute.
Also? Cough drops are pretty bad. Just thought I’d share.
Today’s the kind of day you need to be at home for. We were up really late last night (after midnight – party animals!) and slept in this morning, only to wake up to solid rain. It’s HARD to go to work when it’s so cozy at home. On the other hand, there is work to be done. I’m sure there will be plenty of gloomy, rainy, maybe even snowy, weekend days to enjoy this winter.
So I was having an okay day at work. Things were busy, but not overly so. Then the Day-Ruiner called. This guy has been avoiding me for two weeks (it could have just been phone tag, but he admitted it!), and then when he finally called, he was a total jerk. He half-heartedly apologized for giving me a hard time, but then he kept right on doing it. Seriously, I’m all tense about it now.
This may surprise you, but running in the cold sucks. At least for now the sun is up when we go out in the morning, but it’s not really helping. According to www.weather.com (which John is convinced I rely on too much), it was 31 degrees out when I left the house and 27 degrees when I came back. Isn’t that backwards? How does it get colder in half an hour when the sun is up and there’s no wind? Doesn’t it usually get warmer as the day progresses? So maybe John’s right and weather.com is lying to me. Either way, I need to buy actual cold-weather running clothes. Running when temperatures are below freezing takes almost all the willpower I have, and maybe having cool new weather-appropriate clothes will make it easier to get out of bed.
Last night John and I went to see Chad and Jeremy perform at the Barns at Wolf Trap. Two things: if you ever listen to oldies, you know who they are. Their biggest hits (and almost only hits) were “A Summer Song” and “Yesterday’s Gone”. They played “Yesterday’s Gone” pretty early in the concert and ended with “A Summer Song”. And I recognized a song in the encore (I hadn’t realized it was one of theirs), but naturally I can’t even hear how it goes in my head anymore, so I can’t tell you what it was. The second thing is about the Barns. That is such a cool venue. This was only the second time John and I have been there. The first was for an improv comedy show. It really is two barns joined together. The box office and the bar are in one barn, and they’re connected by a couple of hallways to the barn that houses the stage. The walls are exposed wood, really big planks, and it has high ceilings. We were sitting just under the balcony overhang last night, maybe 50-60 feet from the stage. It’s an intimate setting, and the sound is really good.
Before the show started, when everyone was finding their seats, they were playing oldies over the sound system, and you could hear random people (myself included) singing along. That was kind of cool.
So the concert started, and Chad and Jeremy came out on stage. They talked about their career and played songs mostly in order. They were quietly funny and quite self-deprecating. They had some minor difficulties (took several tries to start some songs, had some problems keeping a string on Jeremy’s guitar in tune), but they handled everything with humor. It was fun. Pleasant might be an accurate word to describe the evening. Mellow works, too. Their “political” songs were iffy, at best. They played two or three of those, and the lyrics were pretty bad. That part reminded John of why This is Spinal Tap is so funny. The patter in between the songs and some of the career history reminded him of why A Mighty Wind is so funny.
I mentioned the people singing along before the concert for a reason. At a normal rock concert, people scream and shout and sing at the top of their lungs. This was obviously not that kind of concert. People did sing along (at least to the two songs everyone knew), but they did it quietly, almost as if they were singing to themselves. It was very low-key and kind of funny.
And yes, we were the youngest people there by at least 20 years.
You may have found it odd that we had to pack up and go to West Virginia last night. It’s not exactly what we usually do on a Saturday night. Our friend Joe turns 40 in January, and his wife wanted to surprise him with a party. What better way to surprise him than to invite all of his friends and family to West Virginia two months before his birthday? It was at a bar, we had a band – everyone had a really good time. John and I took a more scenic route home this morning (it was a gorgeous day today), and we’re about to sack out on the couch and snack while watching TV. Before heading to Wolf Trap. Busy weekend. Also? Wegman’s is awesome. (That’s where this afternoon’s snacks came from.)
I realized late last night that I left out the actual results of the 5K we ran yesterday, in case anyone was interested. My official race time was 29:48, which works out to a 9:36 pace. That seems unreal to me, since when I run on my own, I usually run a 10-10:30 minute mile, and that stretches to 12:30 when I take the dogs. In my first 5K, I finished in 29:22 or something like that. My last 5K was 31:42 (ish). I’m not all that consistent yet. I plan to actually train for the Herndon Turkey Trot on the 22nd, so hopefully I’ll still finish in under 30 minutes. John finished this one in 24:16 (a 7:49 pace!). I think he’s trying to break 24 minutes. I don’t really have a goal time. I just like how I feel when I’m done. 🙂
This morning was the annual (I guess, but we’ve never done it before) Purcellville Turkey Trot. John and I registered a few weeks ago to run the 5K, but neither of us really prepared for it. And then last night I checked the weather and saw the 50% chance of rain all morning. So we decided to make the decision when we got up, based on whether or not it was raining then. We both knew that putting off making the decision about whether to go until morning made it a lot less likely that we would actually get out of bed. But 7:00 rolled around, the alarm went off, it wasn’t raining, and John (very unenthusiastically) said we really should go. We paid to register, so we should go (and get our t-shirts. I know that’s Dad’s big motivation!). My argument was that the money was going to a good cause (Loudoun Valley Community Center, I think) whether we ran or not. But he was right, so we got up and got going. It took us about 25 minutes or so to get there. It was a little chilly (mid to upper 50s), but we found a great parking spot in the (really cute) historic section of Purcellville, right across the street from the registration table. Picked up our goodie bags, pinned our numbers to our shirts, and then stood in line for the bathroom. Girls take forever! Except me. 🙂 We were almost the last people to join the crowd at the starting line, and then John helped me get a little more towards the middle (because I’m really paranoid about being the last person in a race. I didn’t want to start out at the very back.).
Anyway, the race started and I lost sight of John immediately (as usual). I was trying to figure out which random people in the pack I would end up staying near the whole time. There’s always someone I’m trying to catch and someone I’m trying to stay ahead of. Today there was a short woman in a white shirt and a brown hat who was usually just ahead of me. I passed her a couple of times, but never for very long. There was also a woman wearing today’s race shirt (the shirts for this race are really nice – soft, long-sleeve, and nice autumn gold color) and long grey pants, tall, who stayed pretty much even with me the whole race. We leap-frogged some, but neither of us could break away. Finally, there was this girl in a light blue shirt who drove me crazy. She was running just ahead of me, but then she’d stop to walk. I’d pass her, and then a while later, she’d pass me, running again. But she never got very far ahead of me, so what kind of pace was she running? Fast enough to catch up and pass me after walking for a while, but not so fast that she never got more than 15-20 feet ahead of me – that’s a really weird, uneven pace. And no, I wasn’t speeding up when she was ahead of me. So that was driving me a little crazy ’cause she just didn’t fit.
The second mile was HARD. It was all along this long, straight, hilly road. There may have only been two or three hills, but they were big ones. You couldn’t see the next one until you had climbed the first, so you couldn’t tell how many more times you’d be running uphill. And no one likes to run uphill. The third mile was mostly on the W&OD Trail, and that was gorgeous. It was lined with trees, so the trail was lightly covered in leaves, and the sun had come out. Very pleasant, even though the third mile is when I’m struggling and just trying to keep my feet moving. I had planned to try to sprint to the finish, but I couldn’t see the clock and the line until I was almost on top of them, so I didn’t end up doing that. I finished strong, though. And I felt great when it was over. We grabbed some water, walked around a little, and headed back home. John wanted to stop at Melodee Music to see if they had a bridge for his guitar, but they weren’t open yet, so we had breakfast at the Georgetown Cafe in Leesburg.
The Georgetown Cafe is on King Street, just south of Market. I’ve seen it a bunch of times, but have never gone in. They had a sign in the window advertising chocolate chip pancakes, so we decided to go in (and then neither of us ordered chocolate chip pancakes). Anyway, the waiter/host/etc (manager?) was Gary (I think), and was really nice. A little goofy, but nice, and we’ll definitely be coming back. I can see us becoming regulars (sort of – we don’t do breakfast out all that often). He says he gets a lot of runners on weekends after races.
To wrap up this very long post, we had a yummy breakfast, went to Melodee where John did not find a bridge for his guitar, went to Potomac River Running to buy new shoes for me, and then came home. We’re going to West Virginia in less than two hours, so I’m going to take care of a couple of things (like showering and packing).
I made promises to myself yesterday about this blog, and then, because I’m an idiot, nearly broke the first one on the first day. The second day. Whatever. So here are those promises.
1. Post something every day. Don’t let this fall into disuse like every other journal/diary I’ve ever tried to keep.
2. Don’t obsess over what I write. I’m writing what’s in my head, no matter how that may make me look to whoever might read it. Look at the title of the blog. This is not earth-shattering news.
Hmm. So maybe I only have two promises for now. I’m sure I’ll come up with more.
So I finally got around to starting a blog. It’s going to take me a while to figure out how this works, and even longer to make the page look the way I want it to. (Mostly because I don’t know how I want it to look yet.) I’ll be trying to emulate blogs I like to read, but I think I’ll be on training wheels for quite some time. That doesn’t even make sense. Welcome to my blog. 🙂