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Name: buyit
Gender: Female
Interests: Snagging me an agent, finding a MOTG wedding dress,marathon training, the purple toe and pudding.
Expertise: Frito Bandito song, healed plantar faciitis, Gummie Bears as marathon fuel, playing checkers with Oreos and cheese topped Ritzs and as always, pudding.
Occupation: Writer
Industry: Malarkey
Message: message meEmail: email me
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AIM:  pattittx
Member Since:
2/4/2004
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~ I accidentally drove my way into a parade with no way to get out, and ended up throwing Sonic mints out my window.
~ The deceased seem to think it's funny to visit me.
~ Called Boy's university anonymously in his freshman year to see about solving a problem only to be asked if I was indeed his mother. When I asked, "Yes, why?" I was told Boy was standing in front of her and did I want to talk to him. Um, no....click......
~ I'm adopted.
~ All my siblings are named after someone in the family but me.
~ I can tell apart the different colors of M&Ms by taste.
~ Peeped into Bob Gates kitchen pantry and discovered he eats Fruit Loops. |
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| Busy week ahead. Anyone else feeling the pressure building? Goodies to make. Houses to clean. Trips to plan. Crazies waiting to inform us "You know what's wrong with you?!"
Um, yes, I do. But thanks anyway.
I have gifts ready to deliver. The garlic pretzels are being toasted on Tuesday, I've got two student appointments and I plan on running. That's right, running.
And no little warm-up runs. Nope. Runs that will leave me winded and muscle-achy. Runs that will promise to bring me to the edge of pain. Runs that will soothe the whirlwind in my head.
I needs it. I have to haves it. I am only hoping that I come out of the next three days intact and able to travel without crutches.
I keed. I keed.
I am running and I am looking forward to it. Plus, there's the whole thigh-expanding issue of having poked four pieces of birthday cake down my pie whole since Friday. Chocolate mayonnaise cake with cream cheese frosting. That cake.
Oh wait, let me show you:
Husband asked for "extra frosting," which he got. It was his birfday after all:
Yes. It was good. Key word "was"....urp.
So, I am running. I'll start with 4 miles and see how I feel. Maybe Wednesday I 'll tackle 5. Cause I know there's pie in my future.
Mmmmm, pie....
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| I did a stupid thing today; I ran.
My head was all: Go run! It's gorgeous out there! DO IT!!!
But my body was more cautious: Giiiirl, don't do it. You aren't ready. Wait until Monday. WAIT!!!
My head and I made fun of my body: Wiener! You have gotten lazy. Get your butt out there and RUN!
We're stupid like that.
Um, can someone remind my head that my body is 48? My head is stuck at 25ish. Stupid head.
Out I go, excited to be a runner again, excited walking the 1/2 is a fond memory.
The first thing I notice is that my abs are KILLING me. I hadn't noticed that since the walk. At first I thought t was a stitch of pain. Nope. Not getting off that easy. The pain was deep and muscular. I decided to tough it out.
The next thing I notice is how tired I am. Sluggish. Having walked 13.1 miles sluggish. Lack of proper rest sluggish. Combine that with a tightening throat making it hard to breath in the cold morning air = not enough oxygen getting to that stupid head of mine.
WHOSE IDEA WAS THIS?!
Then my ear starts to throb from the cold wind. A throbbing, aching, inside and around my head vice that won't stop until it's properly warmed by a hot shower and a large hot cup of coffee.
I keep running. My legendary stubbornness pushing me forward along the route.
Rounding the corner at the school during recess, I am in so much pain I don't even care that the kids are racing me along the fence line. Get a life kids, Momma's in pain. Waaaaa.....
2 miles into my run, I feel my gag reflex kicking in from all the phlegm I am producing in the cold weather. Cold-induced asthma? I can't breath, I am coughing and spitting like a pissed off cobra.
I keep going.
The run is torture. My muscles are good, well, if you don't count the burning, stretched-to-the-limit, tearing abs. The rest of me, not so much.
About half a mile left in the run, I start getting dizzy. And a headache. My old man fist is inching towards the sky. I will not be done in! I am stronger than this! I WILL NOT PASS OUT! But, I might vomit.
I hesitate in my stride and consider yakking my morning coffee, Italian Roast with cream and sugar, in the street. The ONLY thing that stops me, that wills me to hold it together, is my mailman. He's on route and is watching me, waving encouragement. Hidy Ho Gal! He has told me before how badass he thinks I am. I. Cannot. Blow. In. Front. Of. Him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid head.
I swallow, hard, and get myself home. And you would think I'd end this saga there. No. I get home and remember that I haven't done squats since the last time I injured my foot doing lunges. I gain my breath and squat away.
GLUTTON!
This ends well, thank you dear sweet Jesus. It's the only thing that does. Wanna feel my hammies?!
After I cooled down, swilled hot coffee and had a very long, very hot, shower, I gave my head a good talking to. We decided that we're gonna start listening to my body. That the body is smart. It knows our limits. It realizes we are 48.
The head agreed.
In theory. For today.
Sadly, it's how I roll.
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| The race is over and there is so much I want to say, but I can't find all the words.
Go HERE and read all about it, and maybe leave behind some congrats for the big guy.
I'll post more pics here soon.
Now who's in for next year?!
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Oh, the anticipation! The marathon is in two-ish days!!!
My next to last entry is HERE.
Joy-Bella and her husband will be participating with us. They are coming Saturday to spend the night prior to the race Sunday morning. Sooooooo excited!!
I will have my camera, and post them next week.
In the meantime, you know what to do, my lovelies!
Two-ish Days!!!
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