|December 10, 2013||Posted by Presley under Baby, Life|
Remember how I said I was taking today off from work? I’m glad that was the case already, because ol’ Maddux decided he didn’t want to sleep last night. From about 1 am until 4 am, we watched movies, drank milk, and cried a little. Well, the crying was mostly me but you probably already knew that. He ended up sleeping from 4 am to 8 am, so we were running off of very little steam today. We were both also a little grumpy.
The only cure for that was to bake cookies, obviously. It worked for about 30 minutes before we were both over it.
Fun fact: it is extremely hard to decorate cookies with a toddler. I held him while doing a few of these and I bet you can tell which ones. The droopy looking ornaments on the tree are my favorite. I’m pretty sure I have a future in cookie design. PS: when you mess up your designs, just make them tie dye instead.
Anyway, I’ve had a headache all day. Look at me, whining on the blog again. I’m not sure if it was from lack of sleep (a likely culprit), too little coffee (because, obviously, it wasn’t from too much coffee), or the amount of cookies I consumed (which was necessary for quality assurance purposes).
So, all of that was just to basically explain why I’m not posting anything tonight. I have a few half written posts that I am probably going to stare at for about five minutes before I call it a night. If you just can’t stand the thought of missing out on any of my asinine ramblings, you can read my guest post on Kim’s blog. Spoiler alert: I use the words douchey, ass, and hell. I know, I am such a rebel.
Have a great Tuesday! Hopefully I’ll be coming back tomorrow talking about how much amazing sleep we got tonight. I have some speed work to do tomorrow, so I’ll need all the help I can get.
|November 28, 2013||Posted by Presley under Baby, Fitness, Life, Race, Running|
Happy Thanksgiving! This was, by far, the best one I’ve ever had. So much good food, so much fun, and so much adorableness. I think I might have overdosed on smiling. Like, legitimately.
This morning, I ended up signing up last minute for a local Turkey Trot. I regretted the decision when I first arrived, but I ended up having a perfect race. Then Ryne and Maddux came down for the Toddler Trot. Best decision ever.
Maddux had a freaking blast. He came in dead last, thanks to some impromptu dog petting during his first “lap”. We are still proud. I swear to you I don’t know how I’m going to handle it if he ends up playing sports. I used to hate those overbearing, overly proud parents, but I think I’m going to be one of them. He is awesome.
In unrelated news, the only thing I noticed in the above picture was that one of my socks was pulled up higher than the other. OCD much? Anyway, the following pictures aren’t much better. I received a trophy and Maddux received a ribbon. Can I just say that I am so in love with how much work the ladies behind this race obviously put into it. Labor of love, folks. Oh, and I’ve also taught Maddux how to be unprepared for photos. I look like a damn fool (thanks, Ryne!) and Maddux has food on his face (I’ll take the blame on that one). We are embarrassing.
I don’t know why I make the worst faces I can think of when the camera pops out, but it’s in my nature. I think I’ve passed it down to Maddux. Poor kid.
So, I swear I was going to keep discussing our Thanksgiving Day in this post, but Ryne is telling me I need to get off of the computer to watch some ghost movie or something. Priorities, y’all. Hope you had a great day, too! Let me know if you raced and how it went.
See ya tomorrow when we’re all hungover on mac n cheese.
|November 15, 2013||Posted by Presley under Baby, Fitness, Life, Motivation, Running|
Isn’t it funny how your perspective on things can change drastically at any given time? Like, we had a crappy week of sleep. Seriously crappy. This morning I slept through my alarm and was a little late to work. Normally, I’d mark that as a loss. If I’m being honest, though, I was glad to get the extra sleep. It was glorious, and a total win. It’s all about perspective.
Then tonight, I didn’t get around to getting my two miles in. Usually, yeah, I’d be pretty annoyed. Tonight, I didn’t mind that much because I did have the time and energy for a few squats and lunges. In my pajamas, but still. I don’t think I can spin this picture into a positive, though. Still an unattractive way to photograph legs.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m doing my best to see the positives, ya know? Because, let’s face it, my life doesn’t actually suck as much as I pretend it does. Missing sleep sucks. Having grumpy kid sucks. Not knowing how to make him feel better really sucks. But at the end of the day, those are not life-threatening, terrible things. Just normal, everyday toddler issues. I can deal with that. And I also feel like a jerk for complaining about it at all, since I’m sure it’s worse for him than it is for me.
Oh, and in addition to my “pretend positives”, I did have some really good stuff happen yesterday. Let’s backtrack, shall we? Yesterday I drove straight to the gym after work. I figured
a change of scenery the cardio cinema room would make my 46 minute, five mile tempo run a little more exciting. I was right. The movie “The Island” was on, and I definitely ran harder pretending that organ-harvesters were after me, too. What? Is that weird? The run felt really easy, and I actually had to convince myself that I didn’t need to push it much harder. (Here is a small beef I have with my gym: the treadmills don’t show you your actual time sometimes. I don’t know what button I pushed, but it started doing like a countdown thing. I mean, this is super important for blog pictures, right? Get it together, treadmill people. I need accurate Instagram pictures. ) My run consisted of a mile warm-up, 3 miles at below goal half pace, and a mile cool down. I’m starting to feel pretty confident in the training plan, which is helping me stick with it instead of quitting like usual.
Oh, and another lame thing about the gym is that they don’t feel the need to start the movie over when I arrive. Right? Total jerk move. I missed the beginning, saw the middle, and didn’t make it to the end. That’s like going to the library, picking up a book, reading five random chapters, and tossing it in the return pile. I need to know what happens to my new best friends, but I don’t want to pay to rent a movie that I’ve already seen part of. Such a dilemma.
Anyway, I’m focusing on the negative again. Let’s move on. That night, I went with my friend Aubrie to a girls’ event at our local Fleet Feet. I paid four bucks for four raffle tickets, drank free wine, and ate cupcakes. For some reason, this cupcake reminds me of a Who (of the Cindy Lou variety). Just me?
Oh, and I won a free pair of shoes. I was shocked. I am not a winner. Aubrie is actually the luckiest person I know, so I’m pretty sure that ticket was meant for her. Life messed up on that one. I’ve never had a pair of Brooks before, so I’m excited to try them out. I’ve heard good things!
Even the simple act of typing up this post has proven to me how lucky I am. I say that because yesterday there was no way on earth I was going to be able blog. I don’t want to jinx us, but Maddux has been asleep for over an hour right now. I definitely just jinxed us, but that’s okay. Because I’m still lucky. Y’all remind me of that when I get on Twitter at 3am tonight complaining, okay?
Or just forward me this picture, because it makes me laugh. He’s such a serious hairstylist.
That picture also proves that I have nonexistent eyelashes. Not so lucky in that department. Can’t win ‘em all.
|November 13, 2013||Posted by Presley under Baby, Life, Running|
(…because it’s more fun to call myself MacGyver than MacLazypants.)
But seriously, I’ve all but ditched my plan this week. I’d like to blame everything and everyone besides myself, but sometimes things just don’t go according to plan. And that’s okay. That’s life.
I’m currently on Week 3. So far, the actual week has gone a little something like this: Monday – No miles, Tuesday – 1 mile, and Wednesday – No Miles. However, I’m not totally throwing in the towel this week. I will salvage it, I swear. The problems all started Monday. I was off of work, so I got to spend the day with Maddux. At first, it went swimmingly.
Then I decided to take him to Target to buy some of his Christmas presents. That went relatively smoothly. We came home, he napped, and all was right with the world. When he got up, we headed to the mall to buy my Guitar Pull (a local concert) outfit for next week.
Anyway, he completely freaked out on me at the mall. I haven’t really ever dealt with that before. I know, I’m lucky. I think the terrible twos have arrived early, though. Does that happen? If so, that sucks. I was practically sweating when we made it out to the car. Wrestling a toddler is serious business. I feel so bad that I pushed the limits of his shopping patience that day. It was my fault, for real. I hate those “DUH” parenting moments.
That night, he didn’t go to sleep well either. I usually run on the treadmill after he falls asleep, but that didn’t happen. The two miles were pushed back to Tuesday.
Tuesday’s workout got off to a great start. Ryne and I worked out together, which was awesome. We did back and biceps, and I even practiced my unassisted pull-ups like a boss. Okay, I got one. Whatever. Still counts. In other news, this is the most unflattering way to photograph your legs, in case you were wondering.
Then I hopped on the treadmill to get my two miles in from Monday. The wind had been howling for a while, and I guess it finally did some damage outside. The power went out a mile into my run. I could have punched myself in the face. I don’t know why I would do that, but you get my point.
Today was pretty much shot to hell the moment I woke up. I’ve had a headache all day. Plus I had to walk around all day with mashed banana all over my white sweater. I have got to remember to check my clothes before walking out of the door. I thought I was going to be sick at one point this afternoon. From the headache, not the banana. Thankfully, I kept it together. It’s 8pm right now and I think it’s finally fading away. Crossing my fingers. So yeah. I blew another run.
All is not lost, however, because I’m thinking of doing the 5 miles of speedwork tomorrow. Then two miles Friday. Then my usually long run on Saturday. If all that happens, I’ll only end up at a mile deficit for the week. Pretty solid, all things considered. And if I don’t get those runs in? Well, I’ll still survive, won’t I?
I just realized I went into way too much detail about my lack of running this week. Embarrassing. Oh, but I do have a quick question for y’all. I’m working on buying more “whole” (whatever that means), organic foods for my family. I’m still using regular old white, frozen biscuits. Because they are fluffy and delicious. I had two for dinner yesterday because they’re so freaking good.
I’d love to find ones that are whole wheat, organic-ish, or at least slightly better than the ones I use. Does that even exist? I really just want better for Maddux, ya know? Am I the only one who has different standards based on who is eating the food? I will practically eat anything, but I want to set my kid up with the best of the best. Maybe I’m just weird.
HAVE A FANTASTIC HUMP DAY, Y’ALL. I swear I will stop using hump day references. Eventually.