morning run

Scheduled: just wake up and run
Actual: 2.85 miles
Time: Not sure my Garmin died

Today is the first day of mine and Neighbor Tom's Operation Get Fit/Eat Better/Workout/Look Better in Pictures We Take in Seattle Which is Only 2 Months Away!!! I'm kinda bummed because this run felt way longer, but it is still a start. My goal for the rest of the day is to stay away from bread and snacking. Very do-able.

Grooming?

Grooming and the CTA. Is there some sort of unspoken rule that it is okay to cut your nails on the CTA? Twice I have been in a situation where someone sitting near me on the El or on the bus has been trimming their long ass nails. When did this become socially acceptable? WHEN?

Reason 7,294

Why I need a breast reduction...

On Wednesday night Neighbor Tom and I went to the gym. I hopped on the treadmill and got in 4.15 miles with 3 half mile fast intervals. When I got home to shower I realized that I had a huge bruise on my chest, near my armpit from my breasts bouncing out of control during the run.

SICK!!!

Welcome Back

This is a call to action. Jaime get your ass off that couch and hit the pavement, or treadmill belt, or at the very least the bike seat. You have been a fat ass slacker for too long and now you are going to take control.

Hell yea.

Today I got also received some motivation from Lou to maybe make a little effort to start blogging again. There has been a ton going on in my life, which eventually I will get around to updating my 4 followers, but not today. Sorry.

Last night we went out for a birthday party celebrating Adj, her roommate from college Julie, and their friend Zach’s birthdays. The night started at a BYOB sushi restaurant with 8 bottles of wine for 9 people, and then we went out in Boystown, which was full of rum and drag queens.

We are at one of the bars and I am chatting with Julie. Julie is getting married September, and although I am friendly with her, we are not invite each other to wedding close. But this is the conversation we had. While reading, please imagine that these words were said with a slur.

Julie: I totally want you to come to my Bachelorette party. You’re coming right? It’s going to be such a fun time.

Me: Yes of course I will be there!

Julie: And I want you to come to my wedding too! There are a lot of people that won’t be able to come so I want you to come!

Me: Julie I would be on the B list of your wedding list any day…

So this entry is slightly lame, but I am a little rusty. Give me a chance, I promise to be more entertaining next time.

How easy I forget...

A few months back I got an email reminder about Hustle up the Hancock. Since my running has been very on and off I decided the Hustle would be something non-running related that I could train for and get excited about. So S and I signed up to hustle up 52 flights. Again.

Today I hit the gym to start training on the relvoving staircase. The second I stepped on it all came back and hit me like a... revolving staircase? I HATE STAIRS. What the hell was I thinking? Was I somehow drugged at the end of the hustle to be able to forget about the horribleness that is stairs? The twenty minutes was pure torture. My lungs burned, my calves screamed. If it wasn't for the young child on the eliptical next to me I would have been cursing out loud.

Sidenote... is it really necesary to go to the gym when you are a small child?? It totally disturbs me.

Anyways, I am now counting down the days until the hustle is behind me. And I am going to set a calendar reminder in outlook for next year, when I forget how much I hate stairs, that I do. FUCK YOU STAIRS.

P.S. I signed up for the Illinois Half Marathon in April...

Seriously?

Ash and I grabbed Mexican food for dinner tonight. When the check came Ash and I both put in our credit cards and I handed the book to the waiter. His response...

Gracias Senor.

Seriously?!?

Ouch

Scheduled: 9 miles
Actual: 9 miles
Time: 1:54:33
Pace: 12:45 minutes/mile

This run was a painful one. The arch on my right foot felt as though someone was stabbing a knife into it. It started only during the walk breaks so at mile 3 and a halfish miles I turned around and decided that I was going to try and run the rest of the way in and see how I felt since running wasn’t bothering my foot as much. Well after about half a mile my foot started to hurt during running too. So I started to walk a little. One of the wonderful CES coaches saw me walking and came over and walked about three quarters of a mile while we discussed my pain and frustrations. I left him and ran it back to the start. I still had 2 miles to get the total mileage so I just ran around the park twice and then around the block and then limped back to my coat.

Hopefully I just need to get some new shoes and this was just a fluckish pain in my foot. I’m running 50 minutes in the morning so we’ll see. If not then I will be heading over to the running store for some new kicks.

Gobble Gobble

Scheduled: Run a Turkey Trot
Actual: Turkey Trot 8K (5.05 miles according to my Garmin)
Time: 56:35 minutes
Pace: 11:12 minutes/mile

Last year I ran the Thanksgiving Day Turkey Trot with my dad. This year I ran it with the brother. Last year it was FREEZING. This year it was BEAUTIFUL. The problem with it being an absolutely beautiful day was that it was so insanely crowded at the race. Brian pushed me to run faster than I would have run on my own, but there were areas of the course where you could not pass people. There were areas of the course when we were standing still or walking because the turns were so tight. Brian ran with me until the last water stop when we got separated and he pulled ahead. Even though he beat me by 20ish seconds, I am glad that he pushed me to go faster at the beginning.

That being said… my time last year was: 1:02:38. This means that I beat my time from last year by over 6 minutes, and I PR’ed for an 8K by 5 minutes!!! Woot Woot!! My miles splits were as follows:

Mile 1: 11:31 minutes
Mile 2: 11:29 minutes
Mile 3: 11:17 minutes
Mile 4: 11:11 minutes
Mile 5: 11:06 minutes (1.05 miles)

For my final race of 2008 I am glad I finished the season with a good race. I am happy with the number of races I participated in. I completed three half marathons, one 10-miles, three 10K’s, two 8K’s and five 5K’s.

The rest of Turkey day was pretty low key. We went to our cousin’s house for the main meal and it was so fantastically disgustingly cold I thought I was going to barf… BUT it was nice being with my family and we went to some of my favorite people’s house for dessert and that was fun. Overall a nice and relaxing day.

Finally

Scheduled: 8 miles
Actual: 8 miles
Time: 1:36:00
Pace: 12 min/mile

All I can say is FINALLLLLLY!!! This run felt amazing. Two weeks ago my running group ran 7 miles and I thought I was going to die. I stayed with the group for the first 5 miles and the last two they kept pulling further and further ahead. And this is the run/walk group. I was devastated. 7 miles used to be a not so bad run and it really made me want to curl up under the covers and cry. Since I am running with the 12 minute run/walk group (total time including the run and walk equals 12 minute miles) I tried to pick up the pace of my shorter runs this week. Maybe if i got used to the 11:15 miles pace for a full 45-50 minutes without stopping then the long runs will feel easier.

Friday night I was already looking for like a million excuses not to get up to go run with the group on Saturday. Neighbor Tom (yes he is still around :) ), me and a few other friends went to Heaven on Seven (I have no idea what I was thinking eating spicy Cajun food the night before a long run) and it took all I had to not order a second beer. I kept telling Neighbor Tom that I could just sleep in and then I would run the 8 miles on my own (yea right).

Needless to say I got up on Saturday morning. I ran with the group, stayed in the front of the pack the entire time and felt amazing. AMAZING. I have not had a long run that I felt so strong running in god knows how long. Before the run started I was talking to this one girl about mental toughness and how that is something I need to work on and the whole time I kept telling myself that I need to stay strong. I need to keep up the pace. There is no room for slowing down because the second I give in, then there will be no way I will be able to pick it back up. So I didn't. And then it was over. And I am still feeling great about it over 24 hours later. WHOOOOO HOOOOO!!!

5k predictor run

Scheduled: 5k
Actual: 5k plus warm-up = 3.85 miles
Time: 36:00
Pace: about 12 minutes/mile

My goal for this run was to finish and not walk. I finished and I didn't walk. Enough said.

Sore as HELL

Scheduled: 40 minutes
Actual: 40 minutes plus a 5 minute cool down
Distance: 3.74 miles
Pace: 12 minutes/mile

This morning i dragged my ass out of bed and jumped on the treadmill and ran my 40 minutes. I had to walk for a little over a minute about half way through but I got it in. And now I am so unbearably sore it is INSANE. Seriously I should have expected this. Not running for a month and then running a little over 9 miles in less then 48 hours hurts. A LOT. But I am not complaining. I am RUNNING!!!

Run to Rosehill

Scheduled: 6 miles
Actual: 4 mile Historical Run and then another 1.5 miles afterwards. (total 5.5 miles)
Time: Forgot my watch
Pace: Please see above

Today was my first day back to running since I had my leg carved and stitched. I signed up for a free run through Fleet Feet. Each month they have a historic run through Chicago. These runs are between 4-6 miles and there a multiple stops along the way where the leader talks about historical things that happened there. This months run told the history of Lincoln Square and Edgewater as well as Rosehill Cemetery. The run itself is very low key, and we stopped 12 times in 4 miles. All I can say is THANK GOD I chose this run to ease back into running because after being sick all week my lungs were BURNING. The good part was my legs felt super fresh which was nice.

After the run Nikki, one of my running buddies, and I decided to run a little more to get as close to 6 miles as we could. She was super nice to go slow for my sick ass, and we finished with around 5.5 miles under our belts. Definitely glad to be out there running again ESPECIALLY with the unbelievably beautiful day we had today.

So I don't have asthma normally, but I was wheezing HARDCORE for the rest of the afternoon. I better start feeling better soon. I don't understand why I if i had the flu shot it was necessary that I still get the flu. Please explain.

OVER IT

I am very over being sick. I am sure you are VERY over reading about me whining about being sick. Here it is 2 in the morning and I am up with a sore throat AGAIN. What the fuck? Yesterday I thought I was maybe getting better because my throat was FINALLY feeling some relief and here it is feeling like it has been rubbed raw with very coarse sandpaper.

Don't you wish you were me?

Home Sick

Being home sick sucks. I mean I enjoy sitting at home and watching TV instead of going to work, but sitting at home and feeling like ASS watching TV instead of going to work is just not as fun.

And when did the Maury show become so trashy? I mean I totally love the shows when the girl goes on and is 105% sure that this guy is her baby's daddy because she has NEVER slept with anyone else and then the test comes back negative. So then the girl crumbles to the ground screaming and crying and Maury asks if there is someone else that could possibly be the father... and of course she then names like 8 other men.

But today the Maury Show was looking for mothers who have want to confess to their daughters that they are sleeping with their boyfriend/husband. Too far Maury... you're turning into Jerry Springer...

first "run" of the new season

Scheduled: 5 miles
Actual: 4.17 miles
Time: 1:02:34 minutes
Pace: 15:01 minutes/mile

CES Winter Warriors started this week and since I still can't run, I decided to cover the distance walking. My throat started feeling sore Saturday but I didn't really think much of it. Sunday it was still feeling sore but overall the rest of me felt fine, so I bundeled up and tried to get my run in before it started to snow. I walked down Addison to the lakfront, around a park and up to Irving Park. Each minute that went by the more sick I started to feel. It started in my chest and by the time I hit Ashland I felt like absolute shit. Around this same time it started to rain. Luckily I only had a few blocks left but as I hit Grace, it started to hail. Yes you heard me correctly... HAIL. WHAT THE FUCK??? So I sprinted to my place and finished short of 5 miles.

After my "run" I could not get warm. I stood next to the open oven to try and get some relief but nothing helped. After dinner I took a Tylonol PM and passed out before 7. Normally I would be out cold for the rest of the night but I have been waking up every 45 minutes or so either sweating or shivering excessively. My throat is killing me and we have no tea or a teapot so I boiled some water in a pot and am drinking that. Being sick SUCKS BALLS. Especially when I had a STUPID FUCKING FLU SHOT!!! What the hell?? Seriously?

Trader Todd's

What does MULTIPLE captain and diets combinded with Proud Mary look like?

no running

On Monday I had a questionable mole removed from my shin. Due to the size and depth and use of a stitch I have been told that I can not run for 1 month. ONE FUCKING MONTH. I am upset, angry, and feeling like a fucking fat sluggish fatty mcfat fat.

Is there a couch?

I will preface this with I am sorry if this entry is all over the place… I have been trying to write it for a while and finally I decided to just write and get it out. So bear with me.

A little while ago I met Neighbor Tom. We have been on a few dates and I am starting to like him. I am having huge issues though. Neighbor Tom is incredibly nice, sweet, good with my friends, willing to do whatever I want, even drank Captain and coke when he hates Captain…

But I am finding myself being a super socially awkward, no filter, bitch around him… even though I like him.

I 100% blame the EX for this. He has jaded all future relationships I am destined to have with nice guys. Part of me is feeling put off by Neighbor Tom being so nice. I know… WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I should feel flattered that someone wants to be nice to me and instead I am turning into a freak.

Last night Ash and I very briefly stopped by a party he was throwing. He was super excited to introduce me to my friends, and I became cold and sarcastic. At one point during a weird part of the conversation when no one was talking I blurted out sarcastically “Wow this is an awesome party…” Why would I say that??? What is wrong with me?

The EX… his friends were the biggest douche bags in the whole entire world. They basically ignored me because I wasn’t skinny enough and didn’t wear designer clothes. Like we would all be hanging out and I wouldn’t be spoken to by anyone other than the EX for hours. They would walk into a room and say hi to everyone EXCEPT me. I felt invisible. So I developed a fuck them all exterior. And I can’t seem to shake it.

From the time I was a junior in high school and started date the EX until about a year ago I have almost constantly been in some sort of relationship. For the past year though I have been single and really found myself again. I am scared to death of losing me again. There have been a few times since I have started seeing Neighbor Tom that he has mentioned something that involves me and him together further in the future then the end of the night. This is slightly freaking me out.

So what do I do? Advice would be greatly appreciated…

Smells like...

A conversation between me and Ash...

Me: I am going to smell like midnight pomegranate tonight if that's OK with you.

Ash: I'd rather you smell like midnight pomegranate then daytime pomegranate.

Me: Or Shart.

Duel

Who would win in a duel...

A T-rex or a Bulldozer?