Monday, March 5, 2007

My life as a turtle.

I got a very pleasant surprise from Mama Kristin Hillman yesterday afternoon! She sent me pictures of my visit with the babies. Please notice how thrilled Nicholas is to be in my arms...
I would have thought that the double chin would have been gone by now. That drives me NUTS!

Katie challenged me to an 8 minute mile today just to see what it feels like. Shaa! As if. Fat chance. Wasn't happening. Maybe I could run an eight minute mile if one mile was all that I did. Given the day that I had at work today, though, I needed much more than one mile. I am slow. I just am. I admit it and am trying to embrace that fact.

I headed to the YMCA tonight with the goal of breaking a 30 minute 5K. I have seemed to have some kind of block that I could not break a 30 minute 5K. Frustrating! So, I hopped onto the treadmill and set it at a 6.6. Considering that I hang somewhere around 5.5 or 5.8 at the highest, 6.6 was speedy. It felt like my legs would fly off my body. I stayed at this pace for about 13 minutes and then lowered it to a 6.4. At some point I did lower all the way to a 5.5, but eventually got back up to a pretty steady 6.4 and ended the last 400m at 7.0. I am sure you are completely bored now. What I am saying is that I was running my ass off, literally. It felt good and I was pushing hard. I finished the 5K in 29'17. At least I broke the 30 minute barrier. I also chopped two minutes and one second from my last 5K. I consider that to be significant. I guess I will take it.

Work was kind of like hell today. Our "technical assistant" who resembles a beluga whale but acts like a pit bull is in town for - get this -THREE days. It was ugly this morning with her pointing fingers at me accusing me of setting her up. I don't know. Don't ask. She was all kinds of annoyed that we had asked for written reports (imagine that!) and that I hadn't given her all of the information that she needed for the context she was working in (what?). She comes traveling from downstate with a thermal cooler full of Tab soda and an entire bag of Werther's that she sits and crunches as she barks at me. I couldn't make this stuff up. She has to have a special chair and go to the special restaurant for her special garlic chicken wings which are disgusting to look at let alone watch her eat. It is like a vulture hovering over a dead raccoon picking it apart. I can hardly wait for tomorrow morning. Let's hope for a snow day. Please dear God dump six feet of snow on us. I went to church this weekend, that's gotta count for something!
Mom is now officially living back in Pennsylvania and has christened the new house with her first fall, including a head smash against the driveway. That's my mom. Something to look forward to...
I am currently watching Wife Swap and am once again happy that I am single. I think that giving up the Y chromosome for Lent was a great idea!
By the way....if I don't post tomorrow it is because I died in the night from Maggie's silent-but-deadlies. Good lord. You would think she's been out scavening like a vulture on a raccoon. Gag.

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