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
~ 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.
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.
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!
Too much of the C word around here. Gotta change the post just so I don't have to look at it. IT'S TOO MUCH!
I was thinking the other day about the things I have gotten right in my life, and then my focus shifted to what I have gotten wrong. Not to really dwell on the negative, but as a way to learn.
My great aunt would say it's my mouth. That I say too much. That I tell the truth. Folks don't like that, she still to this day tells me. She says if I could learn to shut it (paraphrasing) that my life would be easier. She says I am cursed with a thinking brain and a mouth that doesn't know when to stop. You know what's wrong with you? You talk too much!
I counter with that I rarely offer an opinion unless asked. Don't ask, don't tell. That was mine originally. That I lead with keeping the other person/'s feelings in mind. First, do no harm. (swiped from me while I was in Heaven waiting to be born) Do I have strong opinions? Yes. One skimming session thru Wonkwould clue anyone in. Do I say too much? Most likely. Would my life be easier? Oh, hell yes. Cursed, though? That seems extreme.
As a younger girl, I often wondered why God saw fit to equip me with a non-stop thinking brain and engaged mouth. I agonized over it really. I wanted to be normal. I fought against it. I tried to reinvent myself.
None of it worked for me. After the beating of my 20's, when I entered my 30's, I embraced who it was that I was made to be, who God intended me to be. I can't explain it. I can't fight it either. The why of it all will have to wait, but the living of it will not. I have an intended purpose, just as you do.
I know that what comes from my thinking brain out of my mouth is annoying for some, but I can't live my life worrying about that. I can only make sure that I am truthful and proceed in love, the rest will handle itself. What my great aunt (whom i adore) sees as a negative, I see as a matter of fact; I am who I am. Ain't no one else quite like me, ain't no one else quite like you.
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