What has this come to?

So I joined this challenge to do 30 posts in 30 days. Usually, I just blog when things come to me, or when they happen--or when I'm intentionally trying to decipher the words of the Lord. Ok, that last part wasn't true, but I wanted to have a 3rd option. Anyway, now that I've joined this challenge I find myself without thoughts. Or at least, not intriguing thoughts.

Just now I was talking with Ben and he told me about how he called this guy (because he's borrowing something from him) and his ring on his phone was weird and then it went to voicemail, but there was no greeting. Immediately my mind went to, well maybe he's a drug dealer and you need a code. Apparently, I watch too much Law and Order. It's like when I got my N64 and played a lot of perfect dark and would go places and wonder if I could fit through air vents in case of an emergency or if I was fighting off bad people. I'm highly susceptible, but this isn't news.

My race is in 6 days and for some reason, I'm not very nervous. I'm not sure if this is good or bad. I'm leaning towards bad. I haven't been as on top of all of my runs this season. I'm still battling my cold. I don't have any new jeans. (That last one also thrown in for effect because I don't ever want to run in jeans. However, I would like to replace my old trouser jeans and wear them this weekend in San Antonio and I'm having difficulty finding a pair I want online.)

Basically, I'm not sure I'm 30 days of blog posts worthy. I committed to the challenge and I'll attempt to push through. Maybe I'll take an ambien and have a glass of wine and see where my creativity leads. Keep your eyes posted for that one. It should be filled with spelling errors, theme, and gramatical consistency--and probably some oversharing.

Then again you could get lucky this week as I also need to clean my house. Maybe I'll get high on Kaboom-foamtastic.

Ps. I really do like law and order.

The great outdoors

We went camping yesterday/last night. Super fun. I really enjoy getting out of the city, even if it's only 45 minutes away. This was unlike any camping area I've been to before--because it wasn't a state park. And, turns out, basically we camped in the middle of a lake. Nope, no snorkel gear necessary. All that was needed was an extreme drought. Check. Taken care of.

Go to this google map. Out there where those trees are in the middle of the lake?? THAT is where our tents where set up.

It was kind of awesome that we weren't all smushed up against other people (for our general shenanigans.) Unfortunately it wasn't cold. I was well prepared with 3 jackets and many layers. Which is my problem with packing. I've gotten SO much better. I usually end up with only one or 2 shirts not used. This time, not so much. It's when the weather is in flux that I have general anxiety about packing.

This morning we were sitting around after breakfast and talking about a group that it took about 2 hours to pack their things up. They had kids. My friend was like, well when you have kids you have to take a pack in play, toys, lots of clothes for the weather, jackets, blankets. Ben and I both were like... this is sounding very familiar. Basically, I'm a small child who requires quite a bit of entertainment, food, drinks, clothes, jackets, and probably 14 pairs of underwear. Yah, it's true, should I be in an emergency, you know like stranded in the desert or something and all I had was my bag that I had packed, I'd probably be set--especially if I am stranded and have a lot of "accidents." Safe.

Either way, it was fun. It was nice to get home, take a nap, not clean my house, get a pedicure, and watch a little Law and Order. I heart camping that isn't really camping because it always includes bacon.

Why???

SO I always have the thought that it wouldn't be so bad to be sick--think of the luxury, some time off, some time on the couch, a lot of rest. Then it happens--not quite the way I imagined. Yesterday I started feeling bad. This morning I decided I'd go to the doctor because I MUST be better for my marathon next weekend. I'm relatively sure the same thing happened at the same time last season. (Which still leads me to believe that running marathons makes me sick.)

What I find though... is that I can lay on the couch, but laundry still piles up, the house gets messy, I don't really watch much tv, and I miss vital things (like dinner with friends.) I'm not very good at being lazy. (I'm not very good at running marathons either, but that's neither here nor there.)

So the next time I'm thinking of a little sickness--maybe you should remind me that it's not all it's cracked up to be kind of like the first, last episode of Scrubs.

a woman of your age.

So it's November (and still like 80 degrees here. Suck!) November also is the time of the year that I have ALLLLLLL of my doctors appointments. Physical, yearly, eye doc etc. (Ok. Just those 3, but it's a lot.)

Yesterday was my eye doc appointment. My eyes have gotten worse as I had feared from the recent blurring of the computer screen. I also apparently have dry eyes (which I've heard before) and for a woman of "my age" something something something... I quit listening because he said, "A woman of your age!" The nerve. Does he not realize that I haven't even been 30 for 2 weeks! Apparently he does not know that you don't say this to women of my age. Perhaps I'll send an anonymous note?

Dear Dr. Dotson,

I appreciate you and your polo shirts and very advanced technology at your office. However, when you mention the words "woman of your age" it makes me feel old. I am not old even though the old women at my office believe I should have three kids by now. I am young. I am able. Please offer me some wrinkle cream next time I'm in... or perhaps some bifocals and a werthers original.

Love,
a concerned and aging patient.

PS. I just went to the grocery store to buy some soup (and have a cold) and sneezed on myself. Twice. I'm a hot mess.

Bull fights equal illness

So on Tuesdays my running group meets up to run hills. I typically do not join because

1. I do not like hills.

2. I hate traffic and I hate stupid people who are inevitably on the road at 6pm. It's usually too far away from my house

But, starting last week and this week it is closer and the course is FLAT, (thank you Tom Cruise,) because we are in our downward spiral to the marathon!

Last night I convinced one of my friends from last season to join us because we were going to a girls night afterwards (and who likes to show up sweaty and alone?) We go, she only makes it half way and goes back. I am running and about 1/4 mile from our end point when....this happens.
I wasn't bull fighting. Nothing of the sort. I wasn't running from the law or large animal with snot and hot breath and horrible hygiene chasing me. No, just simply running and not noticing a speed bump. Then, in slow motion, I watched myself skid to the ground. I scuffed up my hand and my knee--like in third grade.

Now I'm not going to say that these things are related but--today I feel like crap. Sore throat which KILLS when I sneeze. Stuffy ears.

What I think the universe is telling me is that running gives you bruises, makes you sweaty, and most likely gives you a cold--just like bull fighting.

Bring. it. on.

So I'm going to attempt this challenge. You know how i love to put myself up against something daunting. I'm going to attempt to blog everyday. Not sure this will work as I finally brought some magazines to work that I've been meaning to bring for 2 weeks. Oops.

You can also check out Elizabeth's blog. She's also taking the challenge of 30 posts in 30 days. (and she isn't from the US and spells colors "colours" and I totally appreciate that.)

The weekend was fantabulous, as noted by pictures. I also volunteered at Race for the Cure (pictures will be posted later.) I also had 2 nights of 12+ hours 0f sleep which have basically transformed me into a new person. I could probably save the world from hideous attire today, but I'm going to leave that to someone else.

So I thought I'd see who has some embarrassing moments they'd like to share. I was trying to come up with some the other day and they all started flooding back.

Getting shingles and having to go to the grocery store and buy valtrex.
Passing out in that same grocery store and having the EMT people drive me to my car on a hospital bed.

Really, the possibilities are endless.

Happy Halloween

I went as a UT undergrad. They have a distinctive flavor of dress. Basically, I think of costumes on November 1 and then not again until like 3 days before October 31. Then I'm like... wait, what do I have in my closet so I don't have to purchase anything? I had the necessities for this outfit. Northface denali, nike tempos, white men's undershirt, uggs, hippy necklace.

Ben chose to go as a douche bag. Graphic tee, blue tooth headset at all times (you know, because he's really important), a white belt with studs and gigantic sunglasses--and most importantly, a fo-hawk.

If you wanted to know what true love looks like... this is it.