How’s that for enthusiasm? I went to the outlet mall today to finally shop for my boots. I bought boots. 🙂 I went to Naturalizer first, and they were having INCREDIBLE sales. Have you ever bought a pair of knee-high boots for $40? I have. 🙂 But I didn’t buy them immediately. I asked them to hold a pair of black boots for me. I checked out Easy Spirit and Nine West (nothing I liked) and then went to Clarks-Bostonian. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to buy black or brown boots (I have more stuff that goes with black boots, but that sweater dress I bought would look great with brown), so I was just checking everything out. Clarks had the most perfect, most comfortable (of course) pair of black boots. On sale naturally, because everything’s on sale right now. So I bought them. Then I went back to Naturalizer because I wanted those $40 boots in brown. They didn’t have them in brown in my size! Boo! But the salespeople told me I could order them, same price, and have them delivered at home. 🙂 So I will get them in a week or so. I’m so very happy. 🙂 Now I want more clothes to go with my awesome boots.
We went to Melodee Music (in Sterling) and went directly to the drum section. They had four electronic drumsets set up, but they were roped off with a sign saying to ask for help. We didn’t have go very far, though, before a store employee showed up. VERY helpful. If he works on commission at all, I can see why. The cheapest drumset (which is apparently for beginners or kids) is on sale for $800. The two he demonstrated for us (and then let us play) were the upper two, on sale for $2000 and $3600. That shouldn’t count as “on sale”. But whatever – they were both REALLY cool and lots of fun to play. We played Roland sets. There are plenty of other companies making these, but I haven’t done any research to find out how much they go for and who makes the best ones. I really haven’t done any research at all. And because of the price for the upper level models (the ones with the most flexibility, the ones both John and I would prefer to have), this will be a future purchase. But it’s so cool. 🙂 They have presets so you can change the sound of the entire set or of each pad individually. The bigger ones have room to add on pieces, and because it’s electronic, you can plug the whole thing into a computer, so John could use it for his studio.
We finished playing around on the drums and John found a guitar to try out. He wasn’t really crazy about it, but he says that may have been because of the amp he was playing through. Also, the strings were too thin (lightweight, maybe?) or something. I was sitting on a stool in the same room, half-listening, half-daydreaming. I have no idea now what I was thinking about, but I was entertaining myself. Apparently, I looked bored out of my mind, so John decided one guitar was enough to try today and said we could leave. I didn’t realize he did that for me until we were most of the way home, though. I just thought he was done. I didn’t mean to look bored. I was just deep in thought. Honest. 🙂
We’re settling in for the night with a fire, a movie, and dinner. And for the record, I did run today.
John and I were just discussing where we might need to go to get some shopping today, when we realized (duh) that we really can do all of this online. So then we decided not to go. Until John realized that Melodee Music is open and they have this guitar he was thinking about and he wants to play it. And I can mess around on an electronic drumset. So we ARE going out.
35° Look! The degree symbol! I had to paste it in from Word. Jess – go to Insert, Symbol, and then at the bottom of the Symbol box, type 0176 in the Character Code field and choose ASCII (decimal) from the dropdown menu in the next field. So you can insert it in to the Word doc and paste it into your blog post. There’s supposed to be a keyboard shortcut (CTRL 0176), but it can only be used on the keypad, and I don’t have one on my laptop. (At least, that’s why I think it’s not working for me.)
Today started out boring and got…not boring. Interesting. But not the good kind of interesting.
I ran this morning (just two miles with the dogs) and it was cold enough that I could try out my new winter running clothes. All that moisture-wicking stuff. Worked great! Well, I don’t know about the wicking, but it was an effective extra layer. I wasn’t really cold. Okay, review’s over.
Now for the not-boring part.
One of our friends at work got fired laid off today. He didn’t get any notice. It was one of those Friday afternoon bombshells. John found out when he asked for boxes so he could pack up his office. The last time our boss laid people off, she gave them two weeks. That was over a year ago, when the economy was much stronger. And that is just one of the many things that bother us about this whole thing. I was about to list other things, but because I’m deliberately being vague about this, the list lacks substance.
Our boss came to each of the rest of us to tell us what happened and to reassure us that our jobs are safe. It’s hard to believe that. We’re not really worried, exactly, but it’s better to be prepared. I’m pretty confident that we’ll have jobs at least through the rest of the fiscal year.
Anyway, John is outright angry. It’s going to be an interesting weekend. But thankfully, it IS the weekend. In some ways, this has been a long week (TWO dentist appointments!), and in others, it’s gone pretty quickly. No matter how I look at it, though, I’m tired. We don’t have any major plans – well, I don’t. John is meeting his project group Sunday morning. I would like to get some holiday shopping done, although we’ll probably be scaling back on that, compared to other years.
I feel like we should be more careful (financially) that we’re being right now. We’re not in any trouble, but SO many other people are that I think we should just be, well, more careful. Who knows what could happen? Especially after today. So I’m thinking the big present idea I had for John might be off the table this year. And if he’s planning on spending a lot on me, I’ll try to talk him out of it. I’m worried about the what-ifs. (Because I always have to have something to worry about. Just ask John. Or Mom. It’s just that money isn’t usually it. And it isn’t even it right now. I feel like I should be worried about it. So I am.)
I’m still going to have a nice weekend. The no-major-plans part will help a lot. I can just relax while John works on his project. I can clean up our bedroom (which looks like a hurricane struck), maybe finally clean out the closets (although that might be too ambitious for this weekend), read, listen to the new Christmas albums that just got delivered, RUN – I have to run. I keep saying that, but that’s only because I really mean it.
John and I ordered Chinese food tonight because his throat is starting to get scratchy and he wanted wonton soup (Mom, did you catch that? He wanted SOUP(!) for his sore throat.). We watched an episode of Rescue Me, and then his mom called. They’re discussing the best way to crop our winning family picture, I’m assuming for Christmas cards. Or maybe just to go in Christmas cards. And that reminds me. Last year, John and I sent holiday cards. Actually, we made two lists. One list was cards for me to send, and one was for him. John never did get around to sending any on his list. I sent all of mine, but here’s the problem: I didn’t keep the list. I don’t know who I sent cards to last year. I know some of them, but I’m sure I can’t remember all of them. Here’s a thought. If I sent you a holiday card last year, send me your address again. 🙂 I can’t believe I didn’t keep the list. I can only think of seven or eight that I’m sure I sent. And I’m sure I sent more than that. So….if you don’t get a card from me this year, and you got one last year, I’m sorry. I’m not snubbing you. If you didn’t get a card from me last year, then yes, I am snubbing you. 🙂
I ran this morning! It feels like more of an accomplishment than it should. I mean, I should be running almost every day, so the fact that I ran this morning shouldn’t feel so momentous. I need to get back into the habit. Whatever, I still did good. I ran three miles today, no walking. Usually, when I’ve taken this much time off, I have to add a couple of short stretches of walking. Except for about a week’s worth of slow 2-mile jaunts with the dogs and two 3-mile workouts by myself (including today’s), the only running I’ve done in the last few weeks has been the races (three in November). I’ve been lazy since the end of October. I just reread that list of what I’ve done and it doesn’t come across as all that lazy, but to put it another way, I’ve gone running about 12 times in 6 weeks. I should have gone running about 30 times (5 days a week, 6 weeks).
With colder weather coming, though, I’ll need to change my routine. I should do that anyway. Add strength training, something like that.
Well, I have to get ready to go. Dentist appointment today (left side deep cleaning! Woo!) and then work. Exciting stuff.
I had the morning shift at work today (meaning I had to be there by 8am, instead of my normal 9:30 to 10). I spent most of the day really annoyed. It messed with my schedule (no snoozing, no running) and it was just TOO EARLY. My perspective changed when 4 o’clock rolled around and I could go home. 🙂
I’m forcing myself to write something. I said I would post every day. (Yes, I know I’ve already broken that rule, but I didn’t do it on purpose.) I guess I could post what I have, but that feels like not enough. On the other hand, whatever crap I’m writing right now won’t be much fun for anyone to read. Of course, I didn’t promise quality stuff when I started this blog. So if I’m boring you, feel free to skip this post.
I think we need to replace our thermostat. It says it’s 70 degrees in the house, but I’m shivering.
I’m watching Happy Feet and deciding that I’m not all that crazy about it. I like the tapdancing and I like the singing (and I like the penguin sidekicks), but the plot starts out kinda stupid and then just gets weird.
Okay, I think I’m done babbling about nothing. I can’t even call that babbling. That’s just filling space. Sorry, guys. Nothing much happened today. I’m going to have some hot chocolate and read my book for a while and go to bed early. I HAVE to run tomorrow morning. Have to, have to, have to. And then go to the dentist. Again. I’m just really tired and that doesn’t lead to writing. I’m sure I’ll feel better, more alert, once I start running regularly again. I’ve been really bad about it lately, 5Ks aside.
The results for the Thanksgiving Day Ashburn 5K were finally posted. According to the official results (and considering the issues at the finish line, I have no idea how they measured this), I finished in 30:29. Not terrible, but not below 30 minutes. However. These are results I don’t trust, don’t believe at all. The problem is that I really have no way of estimating what my actual time was. At the very least, I think I beat 30 minutes (in reality, in actual time) because it was about 20 seconds before I passed the start line and I was delayed for a while (definitely more than 10 seconds) at the finish line because of the line of runners backed up from the chute. So I think I can comfortably tell myself I beat 30, without knowing my actual time. I’m considering running with a watch in the future, and tracking my own time. On the other hand, am I really that anal? (Shut up, people.) I’m not qualifying for anything, I’m not training for anything. I’m running for weight loss and overall health. I can be mildly competitive and not go overboard. Right? We’ll see.
It’s also possible that I didn’t beat 30 minutes. I’ll never know. So you know what? No more obsessing. About this race. 🙂
…where “super cool” means funny in a musically geeky kind of way. Oh, and really awesome. The concert was great. And it was a total surprise. I didn’t even know they were in town. By Friday I knew something was happening on Monday, but I had no idea what. I got a call from my dentist’s office while we were driving to PA on Friday. They wanted to know if I could move one of my appointments to Monday afternoon. I was already telling them I couldn’t (because of work), when I noticed that John was saying that I definitely could not go to the dentist Monday afternoon. Naturally (once I was off the phone), I wanted to know why he would all of a sudden care when I go to the dentist. And he refused to tell me!
So I knew something was up but had no idea what. And somehow, I managed to keep my curiosity in check all weekend. Then it was Sunday night, and I started trying to find out if there was anything I needed to know. You know, do I have be prepared for something? Do I have to dress up? Are we coming home after work or do I have to ready for whatever it is that morning? I think I wore him down, so he told me before we went to sleep that he got us tickets for the Canadian Brass holiday concert at the Kennedy Center! So cool. I love them.
We left straight from work (fast food in the car for dinner) because I had to work until 6pm and the concert started at 7. John got us box seats (!), so we were seated in the front row of the lower balcony level, stage left, in the Concert Hall.
All five of them (two trumpets, one french horn, a tuba, and a trombone) entered from the back of the hall, playing something slow (I don’t remember what). They walked in step, in slow motion, in single file (I could go on) down the aisle towards the stage. They were all wearing black suits with white Adidas sneakers and different color shirts. They looked comfortable. Fun. Which is pretty much what they are. Two of the members have been in the group since they started in 1970. One of the trumpeters is only 20! And he was GOOD. Of course he was good, he’s in the Canadian Brass, but you know what I mean.
It was a really good, really fun, concert. I love the way they sound, how it all blends. Good surprise, John!
And on top of that, John got permission from our boss for us to take the morning off and not go to work until 1pm today. He didn’t realize I had a dentist appointment at 10:20 and was already planning on not showing up until 1, but that doesn’t make it any less sweet. So we slept in and had a lazy morning. It was very nice. And my dentist appointment was not painful, so that was good, too. Once I got to work and the numbness wore off, my mouth started to ache, but hey, that’s what ibuprofen is for. And I only have two more appointments. This year. This month, since it’s December already. And now that I’m not hurting anymore, I can have turkey sandwiches for dinner. Okay, one turkey sandwich. And some leftover green bean casserole. Leftover Thanksgiving food is not good for my diet.
John is carrying me off to a Canadian Brass holiday concert at the Kennedy Center tonight. So this is the only update you get today. (Work was actually really busy.)
We had a really nice Thanksgiving. Erik, Margaret, Greg, and Amanda came over in the early afternoon, and we had dinner around 3 or so. Very yummy. Greg brought his Xbox and Rock Band, so we played after dinner. Love that game! I’m really bad on the guitar, but drums and vocals were lots of fun. We eventually moved on to Grand Theft Auto, another game I’d never even seen. That one is just as much fun to watch (and heckle) as it is to play. They stayed until around 11. It was a long day, and we were super tired, but we had a really good time.
We didn’t get up as early as we’d planned Friday morning. We’d hoped to get John’s parents’ house by about noon, but since it was after nine before we got up, that wasn’t possible. (It’s a three-hour drive.) We dropped the dogs off at the kennel and hit the road just after eleven. We had a really nice couple of days in PA. It was just the immediate family, so it was really low-key. We had a late lunch when we arrived, and then John went to help his dad spackle and I took Emily and Molly to get movies and buy wine. I always enjoy spending time with the girls, so it was nice to have errands to run. Molly gets funnier every time I see her.
We rented two movies (P.S. I Love You and Dan in Real Life), but by the time dinner was over and we were ready for movies, we really only had time for one. Emily wanted to see me cry, so we watched P.S. I Love You. It was…okay. I did cry once, during the scene where she goes running to her mother, but otherwise, no tears. Sorry, Em. I’m sure the book is better. John and I will try to watch the other movie soon.
Tom and Tania (Tanya? I’m not sure) arrived just as the movie was ending (shortly after midnight Friday night). We didn’t see as much of her as you might think since she has a test on Monday and spent most of Saturday studying for it. She has to pass this test so she can start student-teaching and get her certification, and she was pretty stressed about it. But we enjoyed the time we did get to spend with her.
We spent a couple of hours (no, I’m not exaggerating) Saturday afternoon setting up this year’s Brewer family picture. Pat bought a giant inflatable Santa Claus that sits in a chair, waves, and talks. We arranged ourselves around it, put on our Santa hats (sequined for the girls, furry for the boys), wrestled Mabel (the dog) into position, and then took picture after picture until we got one in which everyone was smiling, everyone’s eyes were open, the dog was looking (mostly straight ahead), and Molly wasn’t making a face. We did eventually get that perfect picture. And then we had Thanksgiving dinner. Again (for everyone. The Brewers had Thanksgiving dinner at Barbara’s house on Long Island on Thursday.). But it was good, again, so it wasn’t a bad thing. 🙂
John and I left to come home around 9:20. We made one stop (for Starbucks) just east of Harrisburg, and made it home in almost exactly three hours. It didn’t feel that long, though. We were in bed and asleep before 1am, totally exhausted.
Got up today about 10:30, after a very lazy morning listening to the rain. We went out to pick the dogs up from the kennel, and we haven’t left the house again. The fire is still going, John is still doing homework, and I’ve been reading in between paragraphs. It’s been a very pleasant day.
Today is the best kind of winter weekend day. It’s been raining off and on, it’s chilly outside, and we don’t have to go anywhere. John built a fire, and we’re both sitting on the couch with our laptops. He’s doing homework, and I’m doing, well, this. We have classical music playing in the background, cheese and crackers on our (makeshift) coffee table, a glass of wine, and two dogs curled up on their beds in front of the fire. Perfect.
Thanksgiving was a success. Wait, let me back up a little more.
John and I ran in a 5K in Ashburn Thanksgiving morning. It was really cold (low 30’s), but sunny and not windy, so still a big improvement over the Herndon Turkey Trot. The 5K started at 8:25, and the start took us by surprise. We were standing in the crowd, didn’t have watches on, and everyone was talking and stretching. The start (was it a starting gun? maybe one of those blasts from a bullhorn? I don’t remember) jolted everyone around us and the crowd started to push across the starting line. John noticed that the clock already had 19 or 20 seconds on it by the time we crossed the official line. But whatever – that’s not really all that unusual. These things always start out in a crush like that, and not everyone can be in the front. It makes the official times a little less trustworthy, I guess, but, again, whatever.
I started running. I was concentrating on keeping my breathing even, and breathing through my nose to warm up the air before it got to my lungs. I could also tell that my right shoelaces were getting loose. Every time my right foot hit the ground, I could feel them loosen more, until, inevitably, my right shoe came untied. I hadn’t been running more than 5 minutes at that point, but I knew that if I stopped to tie my shoe, I’d have a much harder time finishing the race. I had the momentum I needed and I didn’t want to lose it. For the rest of the race, I concentrated on my stride so I could make sure my left foot never hit the ground close enough to land on my flapping right shoelaces. My time for the first mile, according to the guy with a stopwatch, was 9:38. I felt pretty good about that, but because so much of the first mile was uphill, I was hurting. I slowed down a bit during the second mile, but managed to keep running. The time at the end of the second mile, again according to the woman with the stopwatch, was 18:23. She shouted out the time as we went by, and I actually said, out loud, “That’s not possible.” The women around me agreed with me. If it were true, it meant that I ran my second mile in 8:45, which is something I have NEVER done. But even knowing that it didn’t sound right (since I KNOW I slowed down for part of that mile), I had no reason to think the woman was wrong, so as I started my third mile I had hope that I could beat 29 minutes. (False hope. John told me later (and it makes sense) that if a time doesn’t sound right to me AND it doesn’t sound right to the people around me, it probably isn’t right.) About half of the third mile was on a path behind a neighborhood north of the Broadlands shopping center, and as we came off the path and back onto neighborhood streets, there were spectators telling us we were almost there. And then we had to climb another hill. It’s just MEAN to put a hill at the very end of a race. But we climbed the hill and then I could see the finish. Kind of. I could see where all the people were, and I could see John waiting for me, but I couldn’t actually see the finish line or the clock. I was running towards the finish, looking for the line, picking up my pace to finish strong, and then John was next to me, telling me I had to stop because there was a line of people waiting to cross the finish line. I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. It might as well have been another language. But then the people in front me stopped running, and there were race organizers telling us to line up in the order we finished. But…we hadn’t finished! Had we? Turns out the chute wasn’t long enough and there weren’t enough people working it, so the line to turn our race numbers had backed up onto the course. It really means that when the official times are posted (and they haven’t been posted yet), they won’t mean anything. I could estimate my total time based on the time called out when I finished my second mile, but I’m pretty sure that time wasn’t right.
Official time (or lack of it) aside, I felt pretty good about this race, and I think John did, too. It was a beautiful morning, we ran three hard miles, and then we were going home to put the turkey in the oven. John says that even though I say I’m not competitive about running (since while I’m actually running I’m mostly just trying to convince myself to keep my legs moving), my annoyance about the race clock and mile times AND the fact that I refused to stop to tie my shoelaces mean that I can now consider myself a real runner. Just in time for me to figure out how to keep it up over the winter. So if official race times ever get posted, I’ll let everyone know how it turned out.
Just a quick note to say Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. We got up this morning around 7:20 and ran a very cold 5K. Who knows what the official times will turn out to be, but I’ll get into that later. Enjoy the day and don’t eat too much! 🙂
I’ve used my new electric toothbrush twice now, and the verdict is…I don’t know yet. It makes my whole head vibrate, but I’ve been told I’ll get used to it. We’ll see. I do like how it makes my mouth feel once I’m done, though. I feel super clean. I just need to learn the tricks, I guess. When I used it last night, I put the toothpaste on the brush and turned it on before it was in my mouth. Toothpaste flew everywhere. I didn’t turn it on until it was against my teeth this morning. Much better. Is there anything else I should know about?
I think shorter posts are probably a good thing.
I got my corporate credit card today. I’ve been working for this company for two years now. John got his when he was hired. My boss has shown surprise at hearing I didn’t have one, but it’s been months since the subject came up, and it’s never been a big deal. So is this a sign that I’ll be doing some traveling soon and may actually need it? Or does it just mean it finally crossed the right person’s desk and got done? I’m assuming the second thing, since if I were going somewhere, someone would probably have told me. Maybe. Especially since the project I’m on right now doesn’t even have the opportunity for travel. I’ve already made this more of a big deal than I’m sure it is. And I’ve babbled enough for one day (see last post). I’m going to bed because I REALLY have to run in the morning. I have to remind my legs how it feels so I can make it through the 5K on Thursday.
It’s Tuesday, and I still haven’t finished writing about Saturday. I could say I’m a very busy person and I just couldn’t find the time, but that’s not really true. I’m mostly just lazy. It’s not even that (although that is certainly true). I have a lot to do, so I feel like I shouldn’t be spending time on this. See, that excuse makes me sound responsible. 🙂
Back to Saturday. We finished the race, didn’t feel like we did very well, and all warmth we generated by running fled immediately. So we hopped back in the car, turned up the heat, and went home. We were meeting Greg, Amanda, Erik, and Margaret at the Maggiano’s at Tysons Galleria at 7, and it was just before 5 when we left the race. No problem. Added to that, though, is John’s desire to go to a bookstore to look for this Java programming book he couldn’t find at Border’s the day before. So we got home, took relatively quick showers, and left the house right about 6pm.
News flash! The race times were posted. My official race time for the Herndon Turkey Trot was 29:59. Can’t cut it much closer than that. That’s a 9:40 pace. And I can’t even say I’ll do better Thursday morning. I haven’t run at all since Saturday. We’ll see, I guess.
Back to the story. The story without a point. I really shouldn’t call it a story. Tysons Galleria only has a Waldenbooks, so we went to Tysons Corner Center to see if the Barnes and Noble there had the book. (I like links.) We set the record (for us) for the shortest time spent in a bookstore. That’s not the kind of record I want to be setting when it comes to bookstores. But we did find the book. And we were driving into the parking lot of the other Tysons right at 7pm.
We met Erik, Margaret, Greg, and Amanda and ate. It was delicious. Our movie was starting at 9, in the other Tysons, so we left in kind of a hurry. Greg and Amanda got there first and met us in front of the ticket area with the news that the 9pm showing and the one after that were both sold out. (We were trying to see the new Bond movie.) Then Erik and Margaret got there. Despite the fact that four of the six of us had actually been in this mall before dinner, none of us thought to buy tickets ahead of time. And considering how little time we left between dinner and the movie, even if we had tickets, we probably wouldn’t have been able to find seats next to each other. But whatever. We decided to skip the movie and just hang out. Always a good idea. Of course, it took us forever to decide where to go and then to actually get there. Without an actual schedule, getting us somewhere is like herding cats. (I love that image.) We certainly had a good time during all of the standing around, though. 🙂 We stood around at the theater level, then stood around in the Barnes and Noble (there weren’t any seats in the Starbucks there), and then we decided to head to the Silver Diner across the street from the mall. Love that place. John and I haven’t actually been there for real food since we lived in Reston, but we like it. So we got desserts to share (John and I shared this really delicious bread pudding) and tried to get the table-top jukebox to play our songs. We requested three, I think, but they never did play.
Margaret said the funniest thing, but I can’t remember what it was. She was making fun of John, and it was hilarious. Wish I could remember. It probably wouldn’t be funny to anyone now, but still.
We left the diner a little after eleven, I think, ’cause I was fading. Got our blender out of Margaret’s trunk (Thanks, Margaret!) and went home.
We didn’t have quite as many things going on Sunday, but it still felt pretty busy. Actually, John didn’t have anything going on. Just studying. I braved the crowds at Wegman’s to get what we needed for the week and Thanksgiving. I managed to get out of there in about an hour. And then I headed to DC to hang out with Jess. Yay!
We met up at this coffeehouse in DC, near Union Station. Ebenezer’s. Wait! I parked about a block away, and on my walk over I was harassed! I kept saying “accosted”, but John and I decided that “accosted” has physical connotations, and my harassment was only verbal. These two guys were coming my way on the sidewalk – you know what? I don’t want to go into the details. It wasn’t a big deal, and I never felt like I was in physical danger or anything, but it was very uncomfortable and I was trying to walk away without making them mad (and I did), and I’m uncomfortable just thinking about it again. So nevermind.
Jess was inside when I got there and she had found seats for us, so we camped out with our coffee and chai and chatted about who knows what for about 4 hours. It was wonderfully pleasant, and we decided afterwards that we’ll have to do something like that regularly.
Sunday evening, John and I watched Reign Over Me, with Adam Sandler and Don Cheadle. (We didn’t watch it with them…) It was pretty good. I think I liked it. Adam Sandler was not his typically moronic self. We had some issues with the DVD (it kept getting stuck) which made it difficult to stay fully engrossed in the story. We eventually gave up on the DVD and finished it online through Netflix.
My dentist appointment yesterday was fine. I kept expecting it to hurt, so I was tense pretty much the whole time, but I really only felt pressure and a couple of pinpricks. Nothing bad. But that won’t stop me from anticipating pain during my next three visits, I’m sure. Also, I am now the proud owner of an electric toothbrush. Fascinating, I know. It should be done charging by now, so I’ll use it for the first time tonight. Woohoo!
This past weekend was pretty busy. (And I’m feeling much better, thank you.) I need to stop scheduling one thing right after another, though. I hate feeling like I’m always running late. I could just get up and get started earlier, but then I wouldn’t enjoy my weekends at all.
Saturday turned out to be windy and FREEZING. I went out to Toys R Us to buy Colin a birthday present and I could barely stand to dash from the car to the store. By the time I got back, John and I had just enough time to eat a quick lunch before we had to change for the race. Speaking of lunch, though, we had the BEST sandwiches. I got them from Spicy Pickle, on Waxpool, and they were SO good. We both got the Englishman (roast beef, horseradish cole slaw, thousand island dressing, and cheddar (I substituted provolone)). Yum! Anyway, we stopped by Christina and Will’s place on our way to the race so we could at least make an appearance at Colin’s birthday party, wish him a happy 1st birthday, and drop off our present. I wish we could have stayed, but again, that’s what I get for overscheduling our weekends. Although it’s really not my fault that Colin’s birthday happened to be the same weekend as the Herndon Turkey Trot. And I had already registered us for the race when I found out about the birthday party. But that’s not the point. We got there and found the apartment crawling with toddlers! 🙂 Wendy and Eric were there with their two boys, Will’s brother and his wife were there with their two boys, Will’s mom was there (with no additional children in tow), and of course Colin was crawling around all over the place. In the last week, he’s added a new facial expression to his arsenal of adorable tricks. He didn’t do a lot of smiling while we were there, but he scowled! So cute. He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at us. Just the cutest thing. Hopefully Christina has pictures of him doing it. We left after about 5 minutes so we could get to Herndon for the race.
John and I participated in this race last year (he ran and did very well, and I walked it with Jess, gabbing the whole time), and I think there were more people last year than this year. Maybe the awful weather scared them off. There were still a lot of people, though. The wind died down some. Well, it was still blowing, but it wasn’t constant. Gusty, I suppose.
The race itself was just okay. We found Manpreet and Doreen (from work) in the crowd at the start of the race. Manpreet has been running a lot (she runs in the Army Ten-Miler every year), and Doreen was planning on trying to keep up with her. As usual, I didn’t see John once the race started. Actually, that’s not true. This race starts with everyone running down a road in one direction and then making a 180-degree turn and running back down the same road. So I did see him after the race started, since he doubled back way before I did. I started with Manpreet and Doreen right behind me. The crowd took forever to thin out. It was like a bottleneck for much of the first mile. I don’t know exactly how long it stayed crowded ’cause I never saw the first mile marker. Which was annoying. I didn’t get any sense of how much further I had to go until the end of the second mile, when I saw the marker and heard some volunteer calling out the time. It was 19:55 when I passed the marker, and I was really annoyed ’cause that pretty much meant I wasn’t going to beat 30 minutes this time. And John (sweetheart that he is) told me that at this point I should be ashamed of myself if I don’t break 30 minutes in a 5K. I decided I could always use the fact that I had just been diagnosed with bronchitis as an excuse. I kept recognizing landmarks along the course from last year, but without any sense of how far along I was. That is seriously frustrating. And just when I’d feel warmed up, the wind would sweep around a corner and cut through all of my layers. And then, in the third mile, I started to feel a stitch in my right side. I really wanted to walk, but I hadn’t seen Doreen or Manpreet pass me and I REALLY wanted to beat them. I wasn’t expecting to (in fact, every time I felt someone at my shoulder, coming up to pass me, I thought it was them), but I really wanted to beat someone I know in a race. Since I can’t beat John. 🙂 I knew they would definitely pass me if I started walking. So I managed to keep my feet moving. Breathing wasn’t really an issue, but the cold was really wearing me down and that stitch in my side was threatening to knock me down. I made it to the last leg of the race (the last tenth? I don’t know – never saw the three-mile marker either) and I had nothing in reserve. I couldn’t pick up my pace at all. I was trudging towards the finish line. John said I was scowling just like Colin. The finish line clock said 29:51, 29:52, 29:53, and I somehow found enough energy to pick up my pace just enough to cross the line around 29:27 or something. I can’t find the official time. I don’t know if the times haven’t been posted or if I just can’t find them. I’m pretty sure that I finished officially under 30 min, so I don’t have to be ashamed of myself. 🙂 And I can still use the bronchitis excuse.
I found Manpreet and Doreen after the race. Doreen said she couldn’t keep up with Manpreet, and Manpreet said she was behind me. She identified me by my scarf, which was apparently flapping behind me in the wind. So I beat them! Hooray for me!
Oh, I forgot to mention that I was wearing just about the most garish combination of colors I could find in my closet. Not on purpose exactly. I mean I was aware that what I was wearing was just about as ugly a color combination that you can imagine, but that wasn’t my goal. I wore my bright red running pants, my nice autumn gold long sleeve t-shirt from the Purcellville race, and a turquoise sweatshirt. And my purple running shoes. It was terrible. I think Manpreet was being nice when she said she identified me by my scarf. She probably meant she saw my awful clashing outfit and knew immediately that it was me.
Last thing about this race. We didn’t feel good about it. I mean, when John and I finished the last 5K, we both felt great. It was a good race, we’d done well, we were exhilarated. We felt good. This one, though…it was cold, it was hard – it hurt and there was no satisfying feeling when it was over. Neither of us really felt like we had done a good job. So that kinda sucked. But it was over and we had other things to do that evening. And I will go into those other things next time. This post is long enough.
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.