I'm going out of my mind

a cold has swung in my direction. and we are not friends. I have to admit, it has made me quite depressed to be sitting around blowing my nose and coughing all day within the same living room space for 3 days in a row. mornings are the worst and then it gets better throughout the day but then night comes and I have trouble sleeping. that just isn't fair.

I feel like I'm missing out on work gossip with my friends, as well as running mileage with my running group. and this has all made me really just plain angry. not to mention, I have a 5k in 3 days that is completely stressing me out.

the only thing I am somewhat happy about is the fact that I finally told my husband something that's been on my mind for almost 2 weeks now. I don't even care that he didn't agree with me on it, I was just finally happy to have it off my mind and on his.

now if only I can do that with everything.

hamburgers and road bikes

I know you must be dying to know about my two biggest weekend accomplishments.

1. ate lots of strawberries

2. test rode a road bike while wearing a tube top

I never eat strawberries because I never buy strawberries because I can never eat them fast enough. and I never wear a tube top let alone test ride expensive bicycles in them. I now know one looks very silly in a tube top and helmet. but I also know it may be a good idea to wear this same outfit (minus the husband) when I actually do buy the bike. possible discount involved.

riding a road bike wasn't as scarey as I thought it would be. after hearing my husband describe it as 'like riding on ice' I had high and uncomfortable expectations of the difficulty level required for this. I found wearing the helmet and knowingly ruining my already messy hair actually more difficult than cruising around on tires as narrow as my thumb.

my only problem now is the investment this sport requires. I left the shop with no bike (because buying something over $200 without shopping around is just dumb), but I did buy a helmet. imagine a tastey filet mignon with the most perfect cab sauv.. only in the shape of my head with holes and straps. that is how much the helmet cost.

I see this entire thing becoming overwhelmingly expensive and hamburgers in my future.

wardrobe check

Iheartwine.

so it made sense to celebrate #27 with it. lots of it. I met up with some friends to go to the local wine bar (*they had cheese too. BONUS!). but it was cold. really cold. and husband and I did not bring jackets. so husband decides he's had enough, and is going to my most favorite store to buy himself a jacket. "buy me something!!" I said. part joke but part serious. and I remain in my cold skin on my cold seat eating a hot dog with my hot friends.

he came back with a man jacket. and nothing else. at least he's true to his word.

SO, I set off today back to my most favorite store by myself. it's my birthday weekend dammit. and I planned all of my own birthday festivities. I deserve something to thank myself.

upon arriving at the ever-so-popular outdoor mall we here call Santana Row I proceeded to look for parking for over 25 minutes!!! every motorcycle parked in a normal space makes me yell an unkind word. I drove here for a purpose, and I'm not leaving without taking care of that purpose. after wandering through 4 separate parking lots, success. and it's a celebrity. nice.

after finally making it to my most favorite place, I start the hunt for a wardrobe addition. I hit the fitting room with 6 items. that's a good number. while minding my business removing things and adding things in my personal space of a change room, I hear a mom and her daughter enter. mom's giving daughter praise on the clothes they grabbed together. and while daughter is in the room changing in to her next item, mom says "see what you can do honey, when you have your own job! you can buy whatever you want!"

omg. I'm too old to shop here.

hugawhat?

today I'm a little older. oh well.

I made a joke to some friends about sporting this really old shirt to work that I have had since I don't know when, but have never worn. well, I brought it to work. but didn't wear it. you see, what this shirt promotes, I usually find awkward. arms over, arms under, one under one over? tight squeeze, the pat, the rub, the light nice-to-meet-you-but-don't-know-you-well-enough-to-do-this-better, the drunk I'm-going-to-pick-you-up, the one arm. so many combinations. I have a hard time assigning which one fits which aquaintenance, friend, pal, bosom buddy.

so, since I'm so selective, I'd like to thank all of those who have remembered what day today is with this because frankly, you truly are 100% huggable:

the power of the cupcake

much to my butt's disapproval, I ran yesterday. you see, my trip to the gym with my running crowd gave me lots of time to work out my ass area. lots of squats, lunges, one-legged squats, etc. at the time, it didn't feel like much. I am used to squats with a bar and lots of weights and since I didn't have that for this gym trip, everything felt like a piece of cupcake.

I was wrong. and when we started our 3.3 mile run yesterday at Rancho, my butt told me how angry it was. I kept waiting for one side to snap, causing me to grasp that maximus and slow to a lying down pace... awaiting the hunter that shot me to come finish me off.

but I ended up finishing. which was a nice feeling at the time. until today. today the healing begins with multiple elevator trips instead of stairs followed by a drive straight home after work (no gym stop. no trail stop.), and a fresh cupcake. which I will be baking 24 of later. which will go straight to my ass. and make it feel better.

a do

a switch has been magically switched. and I'm not sure why or how.

my husband is out of town for work for 4 nights. my #27 is almost here and my 'plans' are proving to be pretty dumb. and I have no desire to push myself to do anything. none. not even to grin at passers by. it's too much effort.

they might get the wrong impression.

my brain tells me I must do something to change it up but, the second half of that statement requires a 'DO'. and I don't want to DO anything.

and so the world continues to turn.

poop and exercise

big plans for the upcoming weekend. I'm preparing for it by working out as much as possible this week, and purchasing sleeping bag pad thingies.

I will be camping at Manresa State Beach with friends, husband, dog, and good wine (and / or beer - I am indecisive at this point). a sunburn is in my future and sand is in my shoes. already. it's from two weeks ago.

high hopes I have. and high hopes can bring nothing but disappointment in one way or another. maybe I'll get pooped on by a bird. or step in poop. or not poop. all 3 would be pretty crappy.

ha.

as for today, my running 'group' of 3 (or running 'crowd' I guess I should say) is going to stink up my apartment gym by way of sweat. as opposed to other methods. 'strained-muscle' friend needs to do activities that do not involve repetitive stomping on a surface so this seemed like a good alternative to get us all together to do something involving physical strain.

plus, it's nice to have a good sweat and then come home to a dog. makes me feel loved when he greets me like I'm a giant walking salt-lick. with my husband gone to Vegas for 4 nights, my dog licking off my inner-elbow sweat is as exciting as things get.