you’re squishing an already dead ant.

With the clever addition of boot camp classes in the beginning of January, i’ve all but fallen off the face of the earth. It’s burnout time.

I know, I know. I’ve only heard it ten million times. “don’t burn yourself out”you’ll end up right back where you started” etc, etc.

With the stress of covering two positions at work throughout the month of January, I needed something to help me let out my frustrations. And boot camp was the perfect way to go about this. I paid someone to continually beat the snot out of me twice a week, and went on my merry way. I definitely did not look forward to boot camp sessions, but they were a wickedly cool stress reliever and I was more than happy to let it all out. I also “let out” two pounds, which was awesome. January worked out pretty well… February however, not so much.

Tuesday, 1st – boot camp, 1&1/2 hours. beaten to a drooling mess.

Wednesday 2nd – stomach flu 😦 boo. it all reminded me of this song:

“Don’t you put it in your mouth (don’t put it in your mouth),

Don’t stuff it in your face (don’t stuff it in your face),

Though it might look good to eat (might look good to eat),

And it might look good to taste (might look good to taste),

You could get sick,

Real quick,

Real sick,

Real… ick!”

Thursday 3rd – sick

Friday 4th – sick

Saturday 5th – watched friend knock ice off my roof using a rickety extension ladder and a metal file. very. exciting. indeed.

Sunday 6th – stared at wall in a focused effort to not get off the couch for any reason other than to open the fridge door. Mission: Success.

Monday 7th – screw it; i’d rather watch a Glee marathon.

Tuesday 8th – i’d love to make some oatmeal quick bread (link below); ok, i will! Yum! Oh, is it 7pm already? Might as well go to bed, then.

Wednesday 9th – my lovely grandma is making me dinner tonight at her place at 5pm. absolutely no time to exercise. nope.

It’s like i’m snuffing the life out of my exercise routine. Squishing an already dead ant.


Week 2; Day 2

is done. thank God.

I had a rushed afternoon yesterday.  Or maybe it was just that it felt rushed because I had a whole bunch of little piddly things to do.  After work, I wanted to rinse the dirt and dust off my vehicle so I stopped at a nearby car wash before heading home.  Got that done and once at home I changed into my running gear and made sure I had my ear muffs, garmin, and ear buds ready to go.  Then had to go downtown to get my bangs trimmed and some waxing done for a wedding this weekend.  I gotta wear a skirt.  Really.  It’s going to be so uncomfortable.  But I digress.  I just barely made it out to the park road with my car (which just made it dusty all over again) on time.  Got the ear muffs on, attached the ear buds and started up the Couch25k program on my phone.  Week 2, day 2.  Exciting.

After waiting a moment for running buddy to show up, we started our warm-up walk, during which time I set my garmin and started the timer, and pushed start on my phone.  After about 4 minutes of walking, my phone told me to run – so run we did.  For about 30 seconds.  Then my phone told us to walk.  So we did.  I knew something was wrong – week 2, day 2 of the program had running sections of 90 seconds, not 30.  But we went with it.  Another two minutes of walking, then we ran.  30 seconds.  Then walked.  I tried to make the program reset itself and sometime after that second “run”, it finally started working correctly.  I don’t know what happened.  Anyways, we lost some time obviously, but whatever.

This was another difficult run.  My knees hurt, my lungs were burning.  Yeah, mostly my lungs were burning and it felt like I was going to hurl at any moment.  Those are the days where you wish you were running alone on an empty road so no one would ever know.  It was 20 long minutes of wanting to hurl at around the one minute mark of each run section.  I hope i’m not getting sick again.

So, I gotta figure this out, right?  What the heck was the problem?

1) What did I drink during the day?  3 litres of water, 1 cup strong coffee with a square of brown sugar.

2) What did I eat during the day?  AM – oatmeal, PM – turkey and mashed potatoes, 1 serving cheesies (it’s my weakness).  More?  Less? Knock the cheesies? (you gotta know I can’t do that).

3) How was I feeling during the day?  Good.  Coughing a little, sneezed a few times, but good.  Now, mentally is another story altogether.  I’m starting to think i’m nothing but a big grump most workdays.

4) How much sleep did I get the night before?  The required 7 – 8 hours.  I don’t know exactly, but I do know that I would’ve been in bed by 11 and up around 7.

Help?  I figure it’s either mental and I need to kick the ass that’s hanging around in my brain, or i’m still sick and I just don’t realize it.  That would be strange seeing as I like to whine and complain about EVERYTHING.

is it friday? i’ve only been waiting for you all week.

Ugh. Color me completely exhausted. I would like to not have to work so much so that I can catch up on sleep, or not be so flippin’ stressed out all the time because no one knows how to treat people with respect around here. Bad day today. But it’s Friday, and it’s true. I HAVE been waiting for this day all week.

So I ran on Monday, then on Tuesday after work I did the SHRED workout at home. It kicked my butt. I was one great big sweaty dang mess by the end of it. Holy crackers, level I. On Wednesday, a friend was unexpectedly admitted to hospital, but I still managed to get a run in right after work. Wednesday’s run was difficult, but bearable. Thursday was going to SHRED again, but my running buddy was thinking about running and it made me want to run too. Damn, I should’ve gone with my original plan. Thursday’s run was HARD. Plain and simple. Everything hurt and I wasn’t breathing properly and… ay, it was just HARD.

Still I finished it, though. It’s of no use to me to quit after i’ve already started.

Once more this weekend, then the plan is to kick it up a notch next week. I don’t know if that’s bearable, but that’s what’s going to happen. And i’ll just have to suck it up. In the meantime, a little fall clean-up, some beer drinking, and thanksgiving dinner is on the calendar for the long weekend.  Hope you enjoy yours as much as i’ll enjoy mine!

Signed up for the Santa Shuffle 5k run on Dec 4th, and the Resolution 5k Run on Jan 1st. Mainly for the shirt and the jacket. Serious.

I was fine, but now i’m not

My mom took my dog for a sleepover on Sunday evening, so Monday morning was not spent trying to get her out of bed to go outside to the bathroom.  Instead, I overslept (a whole hour) when truly I had intended to get up early and do a SHRED workout.  Blah.  Mornings. 

The workday went smoothly enough, no real emergencies or tight timelines.  I had some running around to do after work – pick up this, get that, pay this bill – so by the time I got home my mom was already there with the dog, emptying out my flower gardens.  Seriously, tearing every last shred of green right out.  I asked her why would she do that and she said she was doing me a favour, that it had to be cleaned out in order for it to grow properly next spring.  I asked what ‘proper’ growing meant to her – did she mean ‘less work’ next spring if she uprooted all the plants in the flower bed?  Would I simply have to run the cultivator over it every two months and glory be, there was a fine patch of dirt to behold?  She told me to be grateful she was helping out, so I thought that was a good idea and shut myself up.

After dropping my work bag onto the floor of the kitchen (I totally need to work on picking up after myself), I quickly ran to the computer to send a message to my running buddy (Aside: my cellphone hasn’t been working) only to find the computer being wonky with me. It took some work, but I finally managed to send the message off and get myself changed and ready for running.  Almost a full hour later and I was finally on my way to the running path. 

I decided to bring the dog with me so that she would possibly exert some energy and sleep through most of the night.  I should have known that unless she is off-leash and able to prance around wherever she pleases, she doesn’t get a great workout in.  It was still nice to have her around to talk to though, so I think i’ll give it another try.

I started off slowly yesterday because I was scared that I might still be sick.  It felt wonderful pounding along the gravel road and before I knew it, I was already halfway done.  It was a good run.  1.75 miles in 27 minutes, including warm up and cool down.

Had dinner afterwards, took a bath, went to bed.  Love it. 

This morning woke up with coughing fits to end all coughing fits, crappy headache, watery eyes.  Well.  Isn’t that great.

SHRED workout today after work, then into the pj’s with a hot cup of tea and a good book.

My mind has shut itself off

Oh, hey.

So, I was reading my entry from the other day and noticed at the end I said I would be running another 5k this past weekend. Nah. Didn’t happen. Someone got me sick.

I actually haven’t run since I updated last.  Instead I spent most of my waking time wishing I were sleeping and a lot of my sleeping time being woken up by the inability to breathe through my nose.  It wasn’t totally nightmarish; I caught up on a lot of television shows i’d been wanting to watch.  I even managed to wash the dishes in the sink once.  That didn’t include the dishes on the table and in the living room, but that’s not the point.

If I could think straight, I would have spent my weekend much more wisely – it was gorgeous outside, there were plenty of things to do in the garden and in the garage.  Such is life.

I don’t know about today.  I’m having trouble keeping my balance when I walk.

Single…& Looking

I was at a 50th Anniversary this weekend, celebrating the marriage of two incredibly special and kind people who are the parents of a very good friend of mine.  It was great fun, playing games all afternoon then stuffing ourselves with ham and freshly baked buns and salad-to-end-all-salad.  I was so tired and so full at the end of it that I hardly made it home and when I did, I slumped on the couch for 45 minutes waiting for enough energy to get myself upstairs to the bed.  Oh, how I adore days like these.  I love the dopey laziness of it, the sick full feeling I get from eating far too many little macaroni squishies, the pure and total exhaustion from a full day out in the sun running and playing and laughing and enjoying life.

But I digress.  The story is this:

At the beginning of the reception, all the guests were asked to fill out a sticker which would then be ‘stuck’ to their jackets, sweaters, jeans, belts, etc.  They were to print their name and the number of years they’ve been married or in a committed relationship.  Well.  Seeing as I am not married nor am I in a committed relationship, I simply wrote my first name in big capital letters and stuck it to the front of my sweater.  It fell off.  I stuck it on again.  It fell off again.  I was starting to wonder if this was some sort of sick, twisted game God was playing on me when out of the blue someone said “why don’t you put ‘single'” on your sticker?  Hmmn.  I am at an anniversary with a family I am not blood-related to.  That’s not a bad idea, batman.

So I wrote “single… & looking”.  Such a bad idea, people.

I stuck the thing to my sweater.  Again, it fell off.  By this time, it was a running joke.  Haha.  Stick it on her sweater, it’ll fall off – yeah, really, it’s hilarious.  So, without having to say but saying it anyways, there was quite the circle of fans around me by the time I managed to stick the silly sticker to the side of my… plastic picnic cup.  Yes, I carried around a plastic picnic cup with my drink of choice.  Come outta that tangent!  I stuck it to the cup.  Maybe 20 people gathered around to watch me do this.  For the next two hours, a short, pimpled, 18 year old BOY was stuck to my hip like glue.  He was so desperately trying to amuse and impress me I almost wanted to throw up all over the place.  I tried to make reference to my age at least half a dozen times, but he didn’t seem to care.  At the end of this two hour period, I had reached my limit of tolerating teenage boys and ran over to a great big tree and hid under its branches for about half an hour.  That worked.

That’s also when I got the idea that our slo-pitch team should dress in camoflage next season.

7 Hour Goal

I’ve been having some problems with insomnia lately.  Well, I don’t know that it’s actually insomnia.  Sometimes it takes me hours to fall asleep.  Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night (between 2:30 and 3am) and can’t get back to sleep.  Sometimes when I wake up it’s because i’ve an upset stomach, sometimes there is no reason that I can find.  It’s sort of aggravating, and it absolutely FORCES me to eat chocolate every afternoon in order to stay awake.  FORCES me, I tell you.

So anyways, I have a 7 hour goal for each night.  This is how much rest I FOR SURE need in order to feel rested during the day.  No half-assed, disturbed sleep either.  It’s gotta be deep, REM-style sleep.  Need my beauty rest.

Last week was horrible.  I was averaging 4 to5 hours of sleep each night.  When Friday finally rolled around, I was so tired, dudes.  SO tired.  I slept in on Saturday morning until 9:30am, which I know I should not do but couldn’t find the determination to resist.  So far since then i’ve had two good nights with the aforementioned 7 hours of sleep, and one bad one.  It’s amazing how different I feel during the day, how much more energy I have.  Sleep deprivation is a huge motivation-buster.

Soon (maybe starting next week) I am going to try a few different things before going to sleep each night, like having a warm bath, or reading for 10 minutes.  I am hoping that once this becomes a routine, my body and mind will be able to relate these activities to bedtime and begin to unwind all on its’ own.  I am on a mission, people.

Wow! busy week.  Ball, ball meeting, ball, bbq, ball, birthday supper.  Didja get all that?!  My God, i’ll probably be sleeping in again on Saturday.  Best laid plans, and all that.