They say I maybe crazy...
Okay, what the hell was I thinking?
Around, oh, 10 months ago, I let my working cohorts talk me into something rather - well, if you're me - something rather silly. I decided to participate, more out of peer pressure and the morbid curiosity to see if I actually could, and now I find myself four days away from putting up or shutting up and I couldn't possibly be more unprepared!
Yes, come Sunday morning I will be hauling my chubby ass out of bed (that, in and of itself, an accomplishment) and be trudging along with 30,000 other people to participate in the P.F. Chang's Rock n Roll Half Marathon...
The reason this is so funny? Well, if you know if me in real life, and you know that I've barely put in 20 minutes on any exercise equipment in the last 6 months... well, I'm certain you can begin to comprehend the humor... Not to mention that I've been off program (WW) for the last three weeks and seem to have set it as a personal challenge to gain all the weight I've lost and more back in that time span (more Godiva Chocolates anyone?) And last but not least, a few days ago I started having sciatic pains in my left hip and have developed a UTI. The antibiotics for said UTI cause skin sensitivity to the sun... no better way to heed that warning then by walking 13 miles on a clear day!
God is using my own slovenly nature to punish my wanton hubris!
So, between the pain in my hip, the frequent burning need to urinate, the fact that I'm woefully out of shape, the joggers behind me yelling "out of the way fat ass!" as they run past me (as I'm walking the half - I'm not completely stupid), and the horrific sunburn... well, let's just say the Sunday is going to be one helluva day!
*brandishes huge shit eating grin*
*blinks*
*headdesk*
What was I thinking?
*sighs*
Oh, and Blondie is participating in the full marathon, but, you know, she has the advantage of actually having trained for the event. She's also expressly forbidden me from skiving off work on Monday (she did the half last year). She doesn't care what side of 'dead' I'm on, I'd better be there bright and early come 9am.
This last week hasn't been much better... it's only Wednesday and I've already clocked in 32 hours of work (3 on 'that damned manual', the rest at work). I've been snatching fits of sleep here and there when I can. I've got two freelance projects breathing down my neck at the moment, the threat of another looming on the horizon. My paycheck's going to be itty bitty because of all the time off they forced on us. And my one weekly refuge - trivia and cathartic karaoke on Thursdays - well, the stupid bar fired our friend, the karaoke host, with only 2 days notice because he wouldn't bend over and work on New Year's Eve with no prior notice and no pay increase. Bastards!
And I have to go and pee again!
Thankfully I still have some brilliantly bright spots. My husband artorius is fab as always. We had a great Christmas and New Year's and rescued my cousin xlightofsorrowx from a New Year's Eve alone while her parents worked. After snatching the remote control from her and 'Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi' (WTF? I feel really old now!) we three sat on the couch, watched the giant sunbursty thing drop in downtown Tempe while my brother came literally running into the house at midnight to join us. I got my New Year's Kiss and xlightofsorrowx got her's from our dog, Hamish MacFluff. Then the four of us toasted and polished off a bottle of Martinelli's. All in all, not too shabby...
And, of course, there's LJ, and all my wonderful new friends here... members of the OBHTF! Honestly, all this fanbasing is seriously addictive... at least danielerin was strong enough to limit her intake. For that, I truly admire her, tho' miss her terribly...
But then I remember Sunday coming towards me. I'm already strapped in, the ride's in motion, and there's no way to get off - so just scream... scream all you want!
WHAT WAS I THINKING!?
*headdesk*
Around, oh, 10 months ago, I let my working cohorts talk me into something rather - well, if you're me - something rather silly. I decided to participate, more out of peer pressure and the morbid curiosity to see if I actually could, and now I find myself four days away from putting up or shutting up and I couldn't possibly be more unprepared!
Yes, come Sunday morning I will be hauling my chubby ass out of bed (that, in and of itself, an accomplishment) and be trudging along with 30,000 other people to participate in the P.F. Chang's Rock n Roll Half Marathon...
The reason this is so funny? Well, if you know if me in real life, and you know that I've barely put in 20 minutes on any exercise equipment in the last 6 months... well, I'm certain you can begin to comprehend the humor... Not to mention that I've been off program (WW) for the last three weeks and seem to have set it as a personal challenge to gain all the weight I've lost and more back in that time span (more Godiva Chocolates anyone?) And last but not least, a few days ago I started having sciatic pains in my left hip and have developed a UTI. The antibiotics for said UTI cause skin sensitivity to the sun... no better way to heed that warning then by walking 13 miles on a clear day!
God is using my own slovenly nature to punish my wanton hubris!
So, between the pain in my hip, the frequent burning need to urinate, the fact that I'm woefully out of shape, the joggers behind me yelling "out of the way fat ass!" as they run past me (as I'm walking the half - I'm not completely stupid), and the horrific sunburn... well, let's just say the Sunday is going to be one helluva day!
*brandishes huge shit eating grin*
*blinks*
*headdesk*
What was I thinking?
*sighs*
Oh, and Blondie is participating in the full marathon, but, you know, she has the advantage of actually having trained for the event. She's also expressly forbidden me from skiving off work on Monday (she did the half last year). She doesn't care what side of 'dead' I'm on, I'd better be there bright and early come 9am.
This last week hasn't been much better... it's only Wednesday and I've already clocked in 32 hours of work (3 on 'that damned manual', the rest at work). I've been snatching fits of sleep here and there when I can. I've got two freelance projects breathing down my neck at the moment, the threat of another looming on the horizon. My paycheck's going to be itty bitty because of all the time off they forced on us. And my one weekly refuge - trivia and cathartic karaoke on Thursdays - well, the stupid bar fired our friend, the karaoke host, with only 2 days notice because he wouldn't bend over and work on New Year's Eve with no prior notice and no pay increase. Bastards!
And I have to go and pee again!
Thankfully I still have some brilliantly bright spots. My husband artorius is fab as always. We had a great Christmas and New Year's and rescued my cousin xlightofsorrowx from a New Year's Eve alone while her parents worked. After snatching the remote control from her and 'Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi' (WTF? I feel really old now!) we three sat on the couch, watched the giant sunbursty thing drop in downtown Tempe while my brother came literally running into the house at midnight to join us. I got my New Year's Kiss and xlightofsorrowx got her's from our dog, Hamish MacFluff. Then the four of us toasted and polished off a bottle of Martinelli's. All in all, not too shabby...
And, of course, there's LJ, and all my wonderful new friends here... members of the OBHTF! Honestly, all this fanbasing is seriously addictive... at least danielerin was strong enough to limit her intake. For that, I truly admire her, tho' miss her terribly...
But then I remember Sunday coming towards me. I'm already strapped in, the ride's in motion, and there's no way to get off - so just scream... scream all you want!
WHAT WAS I THINKING!?
*headdesk*