Sunday, March 27, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Scene: Our bedroom, day before yesterday. It's dawn, kinda.
I roll over and grogily say to Todd, "Is it a weekend today?" Decent question, I thought, since it was sorta light out and Todd's alarm hadn't gone off and Colt was still asleep.
To which he answered, "OH Shit!!" And, being the master of non-verbal communication I inferred it was not, in fact, a weekend.) So, we rocket out of bed and scramble off to work.
And, a couple of things I thought of after the fact:
- I have always relied on Colt to be my back-up alarm. He's obviously becoming unreliable.
- When did it become acceptable to not know what day it is? Really. Pre-baby was like a countdown to weekend fun. Now it seems every day is Groundhog Day. Up at 6:00, bottle, diaper change, shower, pack lunch, start car, work....
- Cat barf on the hood of your car the one day you're late to work only makes things worse.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Pardon me while I indulge in a little self-admiration..
..Just finished the Bellingham Runnin' O The Green 5 mile run in 43 minutes. And, I ran the whole way. That's right. Eat it up.
..ok, now that we have THAT our of our system, here are a few important realizations I came to during the race. Most of these came to me about mile 3 - ya know, too far away to turn back (would have been longer to turn back at that point anyway) and too close to quit. Plus, there was this 85 year old lady I was tailing the whole race and I wasn't going to let her get away from me.
- Whole milk. Bad idea. Phlegm, phlegm and more phlegm. Thankfully my music was loud enough that I couldn't hear my hacking. Can't imagine the other racers liked that.
- Garlic and onion hash browns the morning of the race. Stinky, burpy nastiness. Nothing like pushing through that hill, burping onion the whole way.
- The night before the race - not a good time to clip your toenails. I don't consider toenail clipping a full-contact sport, but one wrong move and those 5 miles get pretty uncomfortable.
Anyway, still ran a really good time (I thought, anyway). So, more hill work and less onions, garlic, milk and toenail clipping and I'll be good to go for those 2 half-marathons I'm signed up for!!
Friday, March 11, 2011
So, I just got back from the grocery store in what has to be the weirdest 10 minute drive EVER. About half way there in the 45mph zone a little kid (maybe 10?), on a bike, with NO helmet, dressed in a black and grey hoodie, headed towards oncoming traffic, riding in my lane because there was no shoulder appeared out of nowhere and I had to swerve in to oncoming traffic to avoid crushing his every bone. Geez.
Not 50 yards later....another person, a walker, thug-villain style with his pants down around his knees, ALSO dressed in a dark hoodie, trying (not really) to get off the road so I wouldn't crush him.
Nearly a mile later I was slowing to take a left in to the grocery store when I see something in the middle of the intersection that I SWEAR was the elusive and scarcely seen Cascade Grizzly Bear. Just when I'm about to take out my stun gun and cap the bear (no, I don't really have a stun gun, but it sounded good), a PERSON leaps from the sidewalk and runs DIRECTLY in front of my car and pulls the bear by it's collar to the sidewalk. Only then do I realize it's not a bear: its a HUGE dog. And there are three more on the sidewalk. Huge like bear huge. Who in their right mind takes four St. Bernards out off leash walking in the middle of the night (OK. It was 7pm - but it was dark!)? I swear.
Now, in retrospect, I'm going to say the brown sugar wasn't worth the trip.