Scheduled: Half Marathon
Actual: 13.35 (according to my Garmin… which is GOD)
Time: 2:55:59
Pace:
3:00 a.m.:
My wake-up call gets me up so I can chow down on some mini bagels and peanut butter and watch the movie “Kiss Kiss Bang Bang”.
4:30 a.m.:
I’m in the lobby waiting for my ride to drive me to the start of the race
4:45 a.m.:
After being dropped off in the middle of Miami I start following a pack of people who look like they might be running the race. I’m sure they were slightly weirded out because I think I hovered a little too close.
5:30 a.m.:
The race director started to herd people into their start corrals.
6:15 a.m.:
The gun goes off and I don’t move.
6:30 a.m.:
Finally crossing the start I am on my way. It is still dark and the temperature was a perfect 60ish degrees.
9:15ish a.m.:
I turn the corner and can see the finish chute. As I cross the finish line I raise my hand in the air… wave them around like I just don’t care… and am awarded my finishers medal.
Highlights:
I was super nervous during my training that the weather was going to be super hot and my body wasn’t going to be prepared. FORTUNATELY, the weather was PERFECT running weather. I PRed (personal record) my time by 2 minutes which I was happy about, even though it could have been a few minutes more if I hadn’t needed to stop and pee in the bathrooms in some random park. It was hard running without a running partner, or seeing any familiar faces but I tried setting goals to keep myself motivated. For example, there was a man running with a HUGE knee brace and crutches. I saw him at the start and was in complete awe of him. When I saw him at mile 11 I thought to myself, “self, there is NO WAY IN HELL this man is going to beat you…” and he didn’t. Barely.
Another thing I enjoyed about the race was that it was very “slow runner” friendly. There was not a single stretch when I was running alone. There were tons of runners and joggers and ahem… walkers… around me at all times. There were also plenty of water stations and cheering stations along the way. It was nice to run along the water, and be able to go from downtown Miami to Miami Beach and along all the causeways. I liked being able to run in a new environment and run by where Al Capone lived and died. It was also cool that the half marathon and the full marathon came together at the end chute so as I was finishing 13.35 miles, I could see the people who run faster than I can sprint for 26.2 miles.
My only regret was that I had to train so much on the treadmill. Although the treadmill and I became BFF, my knees kinda went into shock when I had to run the entire race on concrete. At mile 5 my left knee started to hurt and by mile 9 I had to take semi frequent walk breaks (although none more than a minute or two at a time).
And now for the thanks. I would like to thank the weather gods for bringing me perfect running conditions, my I-pod for randomly selecting great songs to run to, my Mom and Bonnie for driving in the mini van to see me at the finish, the man that handed out the bananas at the end of the race for me to eat (gosh that sounded dirty) and finally the man with the knee brace for pushing me to run a little faster at the end.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Leaving on a Jet Plane
About to leave for the airport. In less than 2 days I will have another Half Marathon under the old belt. Wish me LUCK!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
A slight elaboration of my worst date ever…
I would just like to start out with a fact. I have not been on a “first date” in a LONG time. I dated the EX on and off for 6 or 7 years and the other guys in between, we had hung out a lot in groups before we hit the scene one-on-one that all the first date stuff wasn’t there. In any case I was pretty nervous about this one.
So I met NYE Guy at a sushi restaurant in the suburbs, near where I live. He texts me to let me know he is running late and should be there in about 15 minutes. I called Fish to have her give me some last minute ideas to use incase the conversation turned to awkward silence. Then it was time to face my nerves and eat some sushi.
IT all started out fine, he apologized for being late, gave me a hug, pushed in my chair for me… but then as soon as he sat down he started drinking his water really fast. But not chugging it. He kept picking it up and taking a small sip, then putting it down, then 2 seconds later picking it up again, then putting it down, and in less than 45 seconds his water was empty and I was waiting for him to reach for mine and go at it.
Moving past the initial weird water incident, the conversation was lame. He talked about his work AGAIN, and a how he likes to order soup whenever he goes out to eat. SOUP is his FAVORITE thing to eat.
Cool… I told him my grandma liked to eat soup a lot too.
Then the waitress took our order and my glass of wine couldn’t arrive fast enough. The rest of the meal consisted of me hearing MORE about his job, and the other jobs he is applying for, or thinking about applying for, and yada, yada, yada. At one point he asked me about my job, and I said something about how I got a new position about 3 months ago, but I can’t start until they find a replacement for my current position… and you know what he said??
Poor Jaime. Sarcastically. Ew.
Another quick thing to mention is that earlier in the day while I was at work, my lunch group kept asking me what we were going to be doing and I said I didn’t really care, as long as we did NOT go see a movie. Please keep this in the back of your head.
So dinner is winding down and it is taking a whole lot for me not to look at what time it is, when he looks at me and says:
Even though I don’t like scary movies, I know you do. So how about we go see the movie Cloverfield? Does that sound good?
Shit.
So we drive in one car to the movie theater that is frickin 20 minutes away, and see the movie Cloverfield. The movie was fine, except the camera work made me think I was going to barf sushi all over the people sitting in front of me. And then it happens. The monster is tearing apart upper Manhattan, when…NYE Guy screams. LIKE A FRICKIN GIRL!!!!! He grabs my hand and screams like a girl! I almost died. Who the hell is this??? As soon as the lights come up he starts berating me with questions. What was your favorite part? Did you think the monster was scary? Luckily it wasn’t as scary as he thought it was going to be. Are you kidding me? How do you scream when you are really scared?
The ride back to my car was the worst. I was digging for some sort of conversation that I actually asked him what he was allergic to.
Everything. What a surprise.
Then he looks at me and tells me that he broke his arm once. And that when he was little he had a virus and was in the hospital for a while. And that he also tore his ACL and has a scar.
Cool. ACL scars are my favorite.
FINALLY we get to my car, he give me a hug and a kiss (once again it was horrible) and I exit the car trying not to make it look like I am running away as fast as my legs can take me. Oy. Horrible date. No chemistry. Even worse conversation. So what do I do? My friend Jason (a.k.a. Mr. Amazing Chemistry but Horrible Timing) calls me to see if I am out. So he comes and picks me up, we drive around talking about my date and anything else that is on our minds. I invite him in, and we make out for 2 hours. Damn he is a good kisser…
By the next day everyone in my circle, or near my circle, and even the guy who bags groceries at the Jewel know about my horrible date. I can’t help it. I have this urge to tell everyone.
So here it is… Sunday morning and what do I get but a text message from NYE Guy:
I had fun with you the other night!
Are you kidding me????
So I met NYE Guy at a sushi restaurant in the suburbs, near where I live. He texts me to let me know he is running late and should be there in about 15 minutes. I called Fish to have her give me some last minute ideas to use incase the conversation turned to awkward silence. Then it was time to face my nerves and eat some sushi.
IT all started out fine, he apologized for being late, gave me a hug, pushed in my chair for me… but then as soon as he sat down he started drinking his water really fast. But not chugging it. He kept picking it up and taking a small sip, then putting it down, then 2 seconds later picking it up again, then putting it down, and in less than 45 seconds his water was empty and I was waiting for him to reach for mine and go at it.
Moving past the initial weird water incident, the conversation was lame. He talked about his work AGAIN, and a how he likes to order soup whenever he goes out to eat. SOUP is his FAVORITE thing to eat.
Cool… I told him my grandma liked to eat soup a lot too.
Then the waitress took our order and my glass of wine couldn’t arrive fast enough. The rest of the meal consisted of me hearing MORE about his job, and the other jobs he is applying for, or thinking about applying for, and yada, yada, yada. At one point he asked me about my job, and I said something about how I got a new position about 3 months ago, but I can’t start until they find a replacement for my current position… and you know what he said??
Poor Jaime. Sarcastically. Ew.
Another quick thing to mention is that earlier in the day while I was at work, my lunch group kept asking me what we were going to be doing and I said I didn’t really care, as long as we did NOT go see a movie. Please keep this in the back of your head.
So dinner is winding down and it is taking a whole lot for me not to look at what time it is, when he looks at me and says:
Even though I don’t like scary movies, I know you do. So how about we go see the movie Cloverfield? Does that sound good?
Shit.
So we drive in one car to the movie theater that is frickin 20 minutes away, and see the movie Cloverfield. The movie was fine, except the camera work made me think I was going to barf sushi all over the people sitting in front of me. And then it happens. The monster is tearing apart upper Manhattan, when…NYE Guy screams. LIKE A FRICKIN GIRL!!!!! He grabs my hand and screams like a girl! I almost died. Who the hell is this??? As soon as the lights come up he starts berating me with questions. What was your favorite part? Did you think the monster was scary? Luckily it wasn’t as scary as he thought it was going to be. Are you kidding me? How do you scream when you are really scared?
The ride back to my car was the worst. I was digging for some sort of conversation that I actually asked him what he was allergic to.
Everything. What a surprise.
Then he looks at me and tells me that he broke his arm once. And that when he was little he had a virus and was in the hospital for a while. And that he also tore his ACL and has a scar.
Cool. ACL scars are my favorite.
FINALLY we get to my car, he give me a hug and a kiss (once again it was horrible) and I exit the car trying not to make it look like I am running away as fast as my legs can take me. Oy. Horrible date. No chemistry. Even worse conversation. So what do I do? My friend Jason (a.k.a. Mr. Amazing Chemistry but Horrible Timing) calls me to see if I am out. So he comes and picks me up, we drive around talking about my date and anything else that is on our minds. I invite him in, and we make out for 2 hours. Damn he is a good kisser…
By the next day everyone in my circle, or near my circle, and even the guy who bags groceries at the Jewel know about my horrible date. I can’t help it. I have this urge to tell everyone.
So here it is… Sunday morning and what do I get but a text message from NYE Guy:
I had fun with you the other night!
Are you kidding me????
Jaime + Treadmill = LOVE?
Scheduled: 10 miles
Actual: 10 miles
Time: 2:00:53 minutes
Pace: Just over 12 minutes/mile
Last long run before the ING Half Marathon! Wednesday night I was having a really hard time sleeping and by 3:15 on Thursday morning any thought of falling back to sleep was out the door. I laid there in my bed trying to will myself back to sleep, and finally around 4:30 I decided to just get up and go to the gym to get my long run out of the way.
At 5:15 I hopped on the treadmill and started my run. I kept the pace slow, I didn’t try and speed up to keep myself entertained, I just listened to my music and ran. 10 miles on the treadmill. Yes it seemed long, but NOT 10 miles long. I got into a groove and then it was done.
Going to work after getting hardly any sleep AND running 10 miles… well that is a completely different story.
Actual: 10 miles
Time: 2:00:53 minutes
Pace: Just over 12 minutes/mile
Last long run before the ING Half Marathon! Wednesday night I was having a really hard time sleeping and by 3:15 on Thursday morning any thought of falling back to sleep was out the door. I laid there in my bed trying to will myself back to sleep, and finally around 4:30 I decided to just get up and go to the gym to get my long run out of the way.
At 5:15 I hopped on the treadmill and started my run. I kept the pace slow, I didn’t try and speed up to keep myself entertained, I just listened to my music and ran. 10 miles on the treadmill. Yes it seemed long, but NOT 10 miles long. I got into a groove and then it was done.
Going to work after getting hardly any sleep AND running 10 miles… well that is a completely different story.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Oy.
Remember the guy I met on New Years Eve? The nice one who didn’t take advantage of my hotness and drunkenness? Well since New Years we have talked a few times and met up at the bar last Saturday night. He is so nice. After the bars we walked back to Ash’s apartment and since I was pretty inebriated BEFORE I even left her house to meet up at the bar, I had no coat. And it is winter in Chicago. So needless to say it was pretty damn cold. What does New Years Eve Guy (NYE Guy) do? He insists on me wearing his coat. Very sweet.
We also, as far as I can remember had really good conversation. It’s a little awkward elephant having the kind of generic get to know you conversations, but I think ours flows pretty well. He seemed to get along good with my friends too… A MAJOR PLUS. But the small make-out session at the end of the night… not so good. Huge bummer. And I have been kind of obsessing over it since.
I have never kissed someone (especially when I was wasted) and thought, man that was a bad kiss. Let’s consider the possibilities behind this.
1. He was really nervous. I mean I AM a cute girl.
2. He was really drunk. (Although I don’t think so)
3. He is just inexperienced.
Lets explore option number 3 a little further. NYE Guy is 25 years old. I should hope by this time in his life some girl has commented on his kissing style. The only thing I can think of is maybe he hasn’t kissed a lot of girls… He is also playing the at least three days game with me. We met on New Years (early Tuesday morning), he called on Friday, called again Tuesday last week, we hung out on Saturday and then he called me again tonight (Tuesday). Even though I think he likes me more than talking only once every fourish days, it feels as though he has a schedule that he is following. How To Date 101. I know that I am completely over analyzing this. Hopefully there will be a next time and we can try the kiss again.
One last thing. What if he thought the kiss was really good? What if he was patting himself on the back in the cab back to his apartment? Or worse… what if he thought I was a bad kisser?
Suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
We also, as far as I can remember had really good conversation. It’s a little awkward elephant having the kind of generic get to know you conversations, but I think ours flows pretty well. He seemed to get along good with my friends too… A MAJOR PLUS. But the small make-out session at the end of the night… not so good. Huge bummer. And I have been kind of obsessing over it since.
I have never kissed someone (especially when I was wasted) and thought, man that was a bad kiss. Let’s consider the possibilities behind this.
1. He was really nervous. I mean I AM a cute girl.
2. He was really drunk. (Although I don’t think so)
3. He is just inexperienced.
Lets explore option number 3 a little further. NYE Guy is 25 years old. I should hope by this time in his life some girl has commented on his kissing style. The only thing I can think of is maybe he hasn’t kissed a lot of girls… He is also playing the at least three days game with me. We met on New Years (early Tuesday morning), he called on Friday, called again Tuesday last week, we hung out on Saturday and then he called me again tonight (Tuesday). Even though I think he likes me more than talking only once every fourish days, it feels as though he has a schedule that he is following. How To Date 101. I know that I am completely over analyzing this. Hopefully there will be a next time and we can try the kiss again.
One last thing. What if he thought the kiss was really good? What if he was patting himself on the back in the cab back to his apartment? Or worse… what if he thought I was a bad kisser?
Suggestions would be greatly appreciated.
Why Do I Decide to Run After a FULL Day of Work?
Scheduled: 7 miles
Actual: 6.66 miles
Time: Too Long
Pace: For the 5 miles worth of speed training I averaged 11 minutes/mile
After a super long day at work with many aggravations I decided to hit the gym and get my long weekday run done and over with. Ha. It sucked. I was supposed to do 1 mile warm up, 5 miles worth of speed training and then 1 mile cool down. I did the warm up, the speed training and then I walked my cool down. The mileage ticks away a lot slower when you are walking versus running so of course I got bored. What a surprise. So I thought it would be funny to stop 6.66 (get it?) I’m still chuckling about it. Is that weird?
Actual: 6.66 miles
Time: Too Long
Pace: For the 5 miles worth of speed training I averaged 11 minutes/mile
After a super long day at work with many aggravations I decided to hit the gym and get my long weekday run done and over with. Ha. It sucked. I was supposed to do 1 mile warm up, 5 miles worth of speed training and then 1 mile cool down. I did the warm up, the speed training and then I walked my cool down. The mileage ticks away a lot slower when you are walking versus running so of course I got bored. What a surprise. So I thought it would be funny to stop 6.66 (get it?) I’m still chuckling about it. Is that weird?
Monday, January 14, 2008
Another Boring Post... Sorry
Scheduled: 3 miles
Actual: 3.5 miles
Time: 38:12 minutes
Pace: Just under 11 minutes/mile
Just a Monday run. My thighs have been feeling really tight since my run on Saturday. I am thinking it is a combination of not enough water, not enough stretching and too much time in high heels Saturday night. That’s it.
Actual: 3.5 miles
Time: 38:12 minutes
Pace: Just under 11 minutes/mile
Just a Monday run. My thighs have been feeling really tight since my run on Saturday. I am thinking it is a combination of not enough water, not enough stretching and too much time in high heels Saturday night. That’s it.
You Ain’t Got Nothin on Me Treadmill
Scheduled: 9 miles
Actual: 9 miles
Time: 1:48:12
Pace: About 12 minutes/mile
Trying to learn from past mistakes I decided to wake up early on Saturday morning and get these 9 miles out of the way. I grabbed my water and Gu and hit up my new best friend, the treadmill. And it wasn’t half bad. The first 6 plus miles were almost, do I dare say it… Easy. I was in the zone. Starring at the partially fogged up window, listening to my tunes, thinking about how I was planning on getting my drink on that night. At 6.85 miles I stopped and took my Gu only to notice that I was running next to my 7th grade math teacher. Super random. We chatted for a few minutes and I hopped back on the ‘mill. The last 3ish miles were A LOT harder, but I pushed through and then it was over. Finally I do not dread the tread… mill. You hear that treadmill? I’M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE!
Only one more long weekend run until my race. I am slightly nervous seeing that the weather in Miami has been quite warm, and I think the course may have a few more inclines then I have been training for. But in less then 13 days it will be over and I can relax for like 2.7 seconds before my next training begins. Also, with two half marathons under my belt I will officially be able to say I run Half MarathonS. And that is pretty damn cool.
Actual: 9 miles
Time: 1:48:12
Pace: About 12 minutes/mile
Trying to learn from past mistakes I decided to wake up early on Saturday morning and get these 9 miles out of the way. I grabbed my water and Gu and hit up my new best friend, the treadmill. And it wasn’t half bad. The first 6 plus miles were almost, do I dare say it… Easy. I was in the zone. Starring at the partially fogged up window, listening to my tunes, thinking about how I was planning on getting my drink on that night. At 6.85 miles I stopped and took my Gu only to notice that I was running next to my 7th grade math teacher. Super random. We chatted for a few minutes and I hopped back on the ‘mill. The last 3ish miles were A LOT harder, but I pushed through and then it was over. Finally I do not dread the tread… mill. You hear that treadmill? I’M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE!
Only one more long weekend run until my race. I am slightly nervous seeing that the weather in Miami has been quite warm, and I think the course may have a few more inclines then I have been training for. But in less then 13 days it will be over and I can relax for like 2.7 seconds before my next training begins. Also, with two half marathons under my belt I will officially be able to say I run Half MarathonS. And that is pretty damn cool.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Just Some Thoughts...
You know the show “What Not to Wear”? The one where fashionably challenged people stand in front of the 360 degree mirror in their favorite skirt so short you can see ass cheeks, and the peasant top they got at the resale shop for $1.
And that is their work outfit… so Stacy and Clinton give them $5000 in exchange for giving over their current wardrobe.
Well there are days when I wished the show was called “We know you get paid next to nothing at work so here is $5000 to go shopping on us.” And then there could be a follow-up show with Bob (the trainer) from the Biggest Loser and it could be called, “You just got a new wardrobe so let’s get RID of your FLABBY BELLY”…
Today I just had one of those clothes days. The kind where you walk out of the door in the morning and feel alright, sometimes even borderline good, about what your wearing, but then by lunchtime you look in the mirror and question if your eyes were closed when you got dressed. I would say I have clothing days like this about five days a week. I am so sick of my wardrobe. Yes, I buy a new piece here or there that I like, but then I pair it with my pants that I am so fricking sick of and it’s all downhill.
I wonder if the people around me notice this midday schlump-a-rama. Is there a co-worker who notices how put together I look when I walk in at 8:30, but when they see me in the cafeteria at lunchtime, they laugh to their lunch buddies saying, “What was she thinking?” The company I work for has some pretty eccentric dressers though.
My cousin used use to tell me how she would spend all her money on designer clothes and then just eat Taco Bell for dinner. Now that is an idea. I like designer clothes. I like Taco Bell. Except I also like pasta, and sandwiches, and CHEESE and… oh hell, who am I kidding the list goes on and on. So is that it? I choose food over looking put together? Maybe the trend on the catwalks next season will be “Schluby Chic”
And that is their work outfit… so Stacy and Clinton give them $5000 in exchange for giving over their current wardrobe.
Well there are days when I wished the show was called “We know you get paid next to nothing at work so here is $5000 to go shopping on us.” And then there could be a follow-up show with Bob (the trainer) from the Biggest Loser and it could be called, “You just got a new wardrobe so let’s get RID of your FLABBY BELLY”…
Today I just had one of those clothes days. The kind where you walk out of the door in the morning and feel alright, sometimes even borderline good, about what your wearing, but then by lunchtime you look in the mirror and question if your eyes were closed when you got dressed. I would say I have clothing days like this about five days a week. I am so sick of my wardrobe. Yes, I buy a new piece here or there that I like, but then I pair it with my pants that I am so fricking sick of and it’s all downhill.
I wonder if the people around me notice this midday schlump-a-rama. Is there a co-worker who notices how put together I look when I walk in at 8:30, but when they see me in the cafeteria at lunchtime, they laugh to their lunch buddies saying, “What was she thinking?” The company I work for has some pretty eccentric dressers though.
My cousin used use to tell me how she would spend all her money on designer clothes and then just eat Taco Bell for dinner. Now that is an idea. I like designer clothes. I like Taco Bell. Except I also like pasta, and sandwiches, and CHEESE and… oh hell, who am I kidding the list goes on and on. So is that it? I choose food over looking put together? Maybe the trend on the catwalks next season will be “Schluby Chic”
Running in the Rain
Scheduled: 8 miles
Actual: 8.01 miles
Time: 1:43:13 (please note I did not stop my watch for red lights or intersections)
Pace: 12:53 minutes/mile
I served up a big can of whoop ass on this run if I must say so myself. Since it has been so warm all of the snow has melted, and since it is supposed to go back to being winter tomorrow I decided to get one last run in outside. My legs were feeling a little tired, I normally don’t run four days in a row, so I took it at a slower pace. During the run the temperature dropped and the wind picked up and it was raining, but I kept on pushing through it and finished closer to 8 miles than if I would have planned my route ahead of time. So that’s that. My long weekday run out of the way and it is only Tuesday.
Actual: 8.01 miles
Time: 1:43:13 (please note I did not stop my watch for red lights or intersections)
Pace: 12:53 minutes/mile
I served up a big can of whoop ass on this run if I must say so myself. Since it has been so warm all of the snow has melted, and since it is supposed to go back to being winter tomorrow I decided to get one last run in outside. My legs were feeling a little tired, I normally don’t run four days in a row, so I took it at a slower pace. During the run the temperature dropped and the wind picked up and it was raining, but I kept on pushing through it and finished closer to 8 miles than if I would have planned my route ahead of time. So that’s that. My long weekday run out of the way and it is only Tuesday.
Monday's Run
Scheduled: 3 miles
Actual: 3.75 miles
Time: 45 minutes
Pace: 12 minutes/mile
Monday treadmill run. 'Nuff said.
Actual: 3.75 miles
Time: 45 minutes
Pace: 12 minutes/mile
Monday treadmill run. 'Nuff said.
A Funny Email String
Just a quick background recap so you aren't scratching your little head wondering why the hell this is so funny. (truth be told you still might not think it is FUNNY, but at least you might not be totally confused.)
One of the guys we met on New Years Eve, the one who impressed us with his Guitar Hero skills, asked Ash out. So we facebook stalked him (don't judge everyone does it) and found out that he was mutual friends with S. So Ash emailed S in Argentina asking how she knew the Guitar Hero Prodigy (GHP). You could almost hear her laughing on the beach in Argentina as she sipped her margarita and was fanned by gorgeous men (right S?) S and GHP had gone on a blind date last year and he complained about the food and the price of the food from a restaurant he chose, AND answered his cell phone like a bazillion times during the date. S and I had laughed about it and decided he was really LAME.
Well Ash went on her date with him, had a really good time, so he seems to be a changed man. Last night he called her and asked for a second date. So here is the email string... (long enough intro?)
Ash: So as I understand it, we're just going to wait until next week for dinner? Did anyone still want to hang out on Saturday? Also - I have another date with Adam on Thursday. He called and yacked my ear off for about 30 minutes last night when I was trying to watch the football game.
Me: I would like to hang out on Saturday. I was actually going to call [Guy I met on New Years Eve who is roommates with GHP] tonight and maybe suggest that if he was out Saturday night and we were out Saturday night then maybe we could all meet up... but in a much savvier way (if that sounds like something you would all maybe like to do... since we want to go out?) Another date with Adam sounds very promising. Where are you going? I think you should drop Sara's name again but this time say "my friend S, from Deerfield, who used to go on blind dates with guys from Buffalo Grove..."
Ash: Haha I like you're style. I wish I could be as smooth as you. Don't know where we're going - I told him to call me back because I couldn't make decisions while mentally preparing for the football game.
Adj: Hey,I am down for going out on Saturday. Hopefully Sara will come so I wont have to be the 3rd wheel when [Guy I met on New Years Eve who is roommates with GHP] and GHP meet up with you guys. Have GHP take you to the same place he went with S, then "accidentally" let like 5 of her business cards and a couple wallet-size photos of her fall out of your purse. Awkward turtle.
Me: Maybe you could get a shirt made with her face on it and wear that Thursday…
Ash: How about S just goes on the date for me? He knocks on my door, she appears, and claims to be me all night. Meanwhile she denies all knowledge of some girl named "S what?" She insists it was her on the date on Saturday and can even recount seemingly irrelevant details. I change my picture on facebook to be her's instead, and I leave this guy in a state of complete confusion for years to come.
Adj: Sounds like a plan. And she lisps; just for comic effect.
One of the guys we met on New Years Eve, the one who impressed us with his Guitar Hero skills, asked Ash out. So we facebook stalked him (don't judge everyone does it) and found out that he was mutual friends with S. So Ash emailed S in Argentina asking how she knew the Guitar Hero Prodigy (GHP). You could almost hear her laughing on the beach in Argentina as she sipped her margarita and was fanned by gorgeous men (right S?) S and GHP had gone on a blind date last year and he complained about the food and the price of the food from a restaurant he chose, AND answered his cell phone like a bazillion times during the date. S and I had laughed about it and decided he was really LAME.
Well Ash went on her date with him, had a really good time, so he seems to be a changed man. Last night he called her and asked for a second date. So here is the email string... (long enough intro?)
Ash: So as I understand it, we're just going to wait until next week for dinner? Did anyone still want to hang out on Saturday? Also - I have another date with Adam on Thursday. He called and yacked my ear off for about 30 minutes last night when I was trying to watch the football game.
Me: I would like to hang out on Saturday. I was actually going to call [Guy I met on New Years Eve who is roommates with GHP] tonight and maybe suggest that if he was out Saturday night and we were out Saturday night then maybe we could all meet up... but in a much savvier way (if that sounds like something you would all maybe like to do... since we want to go out?) Another date with Adam sounds very promising. Where are you going? I think you should drop Sara's name again but this time say "my friend S, from Deerfield, who used to go on blind dates with guys from Buffalo Grove..."
Ash: Haha I like you're style. I wish I could be as smooth as you. Don't know where we're going - I told him to call me back because I couldn't make decisions while mentally preparing for the football game.
Adj: Hey,I am down for going out on Saturday. Hopefully Sara will come so I wont have to be the 3rd wheel when [Guy I met on New Years Eve who is roommates with GHP] and GHP meet up with you guys. Have GHP take you to the same place he went with S, then "accidentally" let like 5 of her business cards and a couple wallet-size photos of her fall out of your purse. Awkward turtle.
Me: Maybe you could get a shirt made with her face on it and wear that Thursday…
Ash: How about S just goes on the date for me? He knocks on my door, she appears, and claims to be me all night. Meanwhile she denies all knowledge of some girl named "S what?" She insists it was her on the date on Saturday and can even recount seemingly irrelevant details. I change my picture on facebook to be her's instead, and I leave this guy in a state of complete confusion for years to come.
Adj: Sounds like a plan. And she lisps; just for comic effect.
G-Rents
I just had to post this. I think my grandma might be one of the cutest grandma's ever. This morning I came to work and there was an email in my inbox that seems to be a response to my new years eve post:
Honey,
I think you re a great writer! Please don't feel you have to watch what you write. Grandpa and I promise the following:
1. We will not be judgemental!
2. We will not be critical!
3. We will not discuss what we read with ANYONE!
4. We will not read it again if you ask us not too!
5. We will not discuss anything we read with you!
We just enjoyed it so much and your writing style is great. You have introduced us to the whole new modern world. Thank you! Love G
That's it. If my Grandma says its ok to write about anything then I am going to write about whatever my litte heart desires.
Honey,
I think you re a great writer! Please don't feel you have to watch what you write. Grandpa and I promise the following:
1. We will not be judgemental!
2. We will not be critical!
3. We will not discuss what we read with ANYONE!
4. We will not read it again if you ask us not too!
5. We will not discuss anything we read with you!
We just enjoyed it so much and your writing style is great. You have introduced us to the whole new modern world. Thank you! Love G
That's it. If my Grandma says its ok to write about anything then I am going to write about whatever my litte heart desires.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
60 Degrees in Winter... in Chicago?
Scheduled: Day of Rest
Actual: 3 miles
Time: 33:33 minutes
Pace: 11:11 minute miles
How could I not go outside for a run on this gorgeous day in January? I grabbed the dog and took an extremely muddy jog through my neighborhood. There is nothing like running in 60 degree weather through muddy sludge and the remains of snow from last week when it was 10 degrees. Did I mention it is January? I think I might have gotten a tan.
Actual: 3 miles
Time: 33:33 minutes
Pace: 11:11 minute miles
How could I not go outside for a run on this gorgeous day in January? I grabbed the dog and took an extremely muddy jog through my neighborhood. There is nothing like running in 60 degree weather through muddy sludge and the remains of snow from last week when it was 10 degrees. Did I mention it is January? I think I might have gotten a tan.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
4 Miles Felt Like 20
Scheduled: 9 miles
Actual 4.25 miles
Time: I didn’t even look
Pace: I’m sure it wasn’t pretty
So with my first run of the year under my belt I am feeling like this could be a disaster. Reasons why my run SUCKED:
a. I drank last night
b. I slept until 11:30 so I didn’t get to the gym until 12:15ish and I hadn’t eaten anything
c. I haven’t run in a week
d. I am an RTard
e. ALL OF THE ABOVE
Anyways… 4.25 down a shit load more to go…
Actual 4.25 miles
Time: I didn’t even look
Pace: I’m sure it wasn’t pretty
So with my first run of the year under my belt I am feeling like this could be a disaster. Reasons why my run SUCKED:
a. I drank last night
b. I slept until 11:30 so I didn’t get to the gym until 12:15ish and I hadn’t eaten anything
c. I haven’t run in a week
d. I am an RTard
e. ALL OF THE ABOVE
Anyways… 4.25 down a shit load more to go…
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
New Years Rockin Eve
New Years Eve Recap 2007…
(slightly abridged since I found out my grandpa reads my blog now... Hi Grandpa!)
Now unlike some people I know, I actually had to go to work on New Years Eve Day. It was painful getting up at 6 in the morning knowing how late I was going to be staying up, but I trucked through it. Yea, I know, I am a total trooper.
After power napping on Ash’s couch and filling our bodies with all you can eat, create your own stir-fry, Adj, Ash and I made our way over to the Cubby Bear. Before I handed over the $300 in cash for the six tickets I asked the guy at the register if it was ok that we were buying now and coming back later. “Yes, yes” he assured me as he stamped mine and Ash’s hands in the lightest colored ink you have ever seen in your entire life. Then I asked what do we do about the other four people? Suddenly they were confused. What did we mean the other people weren’t here? We thought you were going right in… Yada Yada Yada… the guy taking the money assured me they would remember me later.
Walking out the door I started to panic. I just handed this guy all this cash and with no receipt I am going to end up spending New Years Eve broke and outside on the curb. I walked back in and explained how I was really nervous about all of this and can they please give me some sort of receipt showing that I had paid for the other four people. Get this… They don’t give receipts. Shit.
To make the beginning of a long story short, we ended up going back 2 more times with different combinations of people until everyone was stamped… and the people who work at the Cubby Bear have a surveillance picture of me printed out in back with the title “Neurotic Bitch” under it.
Now onto the drinking part of my night… since I’m sure you are waiting with baited breath to see how I made a fool out of myself. Well HA! I didn’t. We started the night with Champagne and mini liquor bottles at Ash’s. I popped my first bottle of champagne ever and the cork flew half way across the room. Then we headed downstairs to her neighbor’s apartment for another two bottles and lots of awkward doves, before we headed back (for the 4th time that night) to the Cubby Bear.
The band “Sixteen Candles” was playing and we squished our way out onto the dance floor. They were awesome. I mean it doesn’t take a whole lot to impress me but they were an EXCELLENT 80’s cover band. At around 11:30 Adj became determined to find Ash and I someone to kiss at midnight. She found this really nice guy who bought us lots of drinks, and made out with Ash at midnight. Her pick for me, well he turned out to be over forty and obsessed with telling me that he was 20 years older than me. Needless to say my New Years was rung in kiss free. Afterwards the band came back on and Adj and I met these nice guys who (after playing Jewish geography) turned out to be cousins with my old neighbor. I spent the rest of the night “dancing” with one of them. No it is not in quotes because we weren’t really dancing (get your head out of the gutter)… I just look like such a fool when I dance it can’t really be considered dancing.
After the bar closed we ended up at their apartment where they tried to impress us as much as they could by playing Guitar Hero. Adj passed out in a chair and around 4 in the morning it came that crucial crunch time when it came down to hooking up and spending the night or going home. We chose the latter… but one of them still asked for my number which is a good sign of the kind of person he might be. Fingers crossed.
To sum it up I would say this was one of the best New Year’s I have had in awhile. It makes me optimistic for the coming year. I’m ready for you 2008!
(slightly abridged since I found out my grandpa reads my blog now... Hi Grandpa!)
Now unlike some people I know, I actually had to go to work on New Years Eve Day. It was painful getting up at 6 in the morning knowing how late I was going to be staying up, but I trucked through it. Yea, I know, I am a total trooper.
After power napping on Ash’s couch and filling our bodies with all you can eat, create your own stir-fry, Adj, Ash and I made our way over to the Cubby Bear. Before I handed over the $300 in cash for the six tickets I asked the guy at the register if it was ok that we were buying now and coming back later. “Yes, yes” he assured me as he stamped mine and Ash’s hands in the lightest colored ink you have ever seen in your entire life. Then I asked what do we do about the other four people? Suddenly they were confused. What did we mean the other people weren’t here? We thought you were going right in… Yada Yada Yada… the guy taking the money assured me they would remember me later.
Walking out the door I started to panic. I just handed this guy all this cash and with no receipt I am going to end up spending New Years Eve broke and outside on the curb. I walked back in and explained how I was really nervous about all of this and can they please give me some sort of receipt showing that I had paid for the other four people. Get this… They don’t give receipts. Shit.
To make the beginning of a long story short, we ended up going back 2 more times with different combinations of people until everyone was stamped… and the people who work at the Cubby Bear have a surveillance picture of me printed out in back with the title “Neurotic Bitch” under it.
Now onto the drinking part of my night… since I’m sure you are waiting with baited breath to see how I made a fool out of myself. Well HA! I didn’t. We started the night with Champagne and mini liquor bottles at Ash’s. I popped my first bottle of champagne ever and the cork flew half way across the room. Then we headed downstairs to her neighbor’s apartment for another two bottles and lots of awkward doves, before we headed back (for the 4th time that night) to the Cubby Bear.
The band “Sixteen Candles” was playing and we squished our way out onto the dance floor. They were awesome. I mean it doesn’t take a whole lot to impress me but they were an EXCELLENT 80’s cover band. At around 11:30 Adj became determined to find Ash and I someone to kiss at midnight. She found this really nice guy who bought us lots of drinks, and made out with Ash at midnight. Her pick for me, well he turned out to be over forty and obsessed with telling me that he was 20 years older than me. Needless to say my New Years was rung in kiss free. Afterwards the band came back on and Adj and I met these nice guys who (after playing Jewish geography) turned out to be cousins with my old neighbor. I spent the rest of the night “dancing” with one of them. No it is not in quotes because we weren’t really dancing (get your head out of the gutter)… I just look like such a fool when I dance it can’t really be considered dancing.
After the bar closed we ended up at their apartment where they tried to impress us as much as they could by playing Guitar Hero. Adj passed out in a chair and around 4 in the morning it came that crucial crunch time when it came down to hooking up and spending the night or going home. We chose the latter… but one of them still asked for my number which is a good sign of the kind of person he might be. Fingers crossed.
To sum it up I would say this was one of the best New Year’s I have had in awhile. It makes me optimistic for the coming year. I’m ready for you 2008!
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