I don't know why I think I can be a runner. It took everything I had to flog myself out of bed this morning (at 5:00 am) to get a run in before we leave for Bellingham today. Real runners should love getting up at this time of the morning to watch the sunrise while they do something they enjoy. I just dont' think I am a real runner. But I have entered this stupid second half marathon and I am just dreading the fact I dont' feel trained for it.
Drrrrr. Anyway, headed back up to Bellingham today to race. Weather should be nice, so that is good. But I think we are going to come home tomorrow which kind of sucks just because it makes it such a short trip.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I suck at blogging...
You know, as much as I thought it was a novel concept to keep a journal, I was never much good at it. Why did I think I would be any better at an electronic version?
Anyway, life continues to be hectic. Turned 27 last Friday (as exciting as that is) it seems like every year I turn a year older, and that age just sounds so old. To me, 27 sounds way older than 26. Ug. But mom and I went up to Spokane for a bit of retail therapy, had some fun, and didn't spend too much money.
Life continues to kind of be weird on the job front. I should know more tomorrow as to whether or not I will be employed and if my new employer has tuition reimbursement. I got an A- out of my first class, so I am feeling pretty good and would like to continue. Its been a though question in my mind as to what I will do if this new company does not reimburse. I have wanted my masters for so long, but do i want it if it means a large student loan. I just don't know.
On a lighter note, it has become apparent I am a complete glutton for punishement and have entered another half marathon. I really was not planning on doing another one, but I have a co-worker who seems to think it would be really neat if we had this competition with each other and do the race together. I finally got tired of him bugging me about it and entered. So I have not a whole lot of time to get my self ready for this race. The only real reason why I am doing it is because I am interested in seeing what my time would be doing a race that is flat, with good weather, and not feeling like crap (all factors in the sub-par half marathon I ran last April). So we shall see, none the less it will be interesting.
I will try and do better about posting during this next couple of weeks I am off from school.
Anyway, life continues to be hectic. Turned 27 last Friday (as exciting as that is) it seems like every year I turn a year older, and that age just sounds so old. To me, 27 sounds way older than 26. Ug. But mom and I went up to Spokane for a bit of retail therapy, had some fun, and didn't spend too much money.
Life continues to kind of be weird on the job front. I should know more tomorrow as to whether or not I will be employed and if my new employer has tuition reimbursement. I got an A- out of my first class, so I am feeling pretty good and would like to continue. Its been a though question in my mind as to what I will do if this new company does not reimburse. I have wanted my masters for so long, but do i want it if it means a large student loan. I just don't know.
On a lighter note, it has become apparent I am a complete glutton for punishement and have entered another half marathon. I really was not planning on doing another one, but I have a co-worker who seems to think it would be really neat if we had this competition with each other and do the race together. I finally got tired of him bugging me about it and entered. So I have not a whole lot of time to get my self ready for this race. The only real reason why I am doing it is because I am interested in seeing what my time would be doing a race that is flat, with good weather, and not feeling like crap (all factors in the sub-par half marathon I ran last April). So we shall see, none the less it will be interesting.
I will try and do better about posting during this next couple of weeks I am off from school.
Friday, July 25, 2008
The world has lost a kind soul
While signing on to read email, I caught the headline that Randy Pausch died this morning. I am truly saddened by this. I know I am just one of millions when I say I have been truly touched by his words, but this man really did leave a mark before he died.
One of my best friends turned me onto his "last lecture" and somedays I feel like I should watch it again just for the reminder of what life is really about. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in what is going to happen with my job, or with school, or on all the things that aren't going right with my life, I lose focus of what is.
I have a great husband and a good job. I have a supportive family and good health. I dont' have pancreatic cancer. The last one was more than Randy could say, but he never dwelled on it. One of the things he did dwell on was deciding if you are going to be a Tigger or an Eyore. I think I have spent too much time not being a Tigger.
I think in the end what made Randy so popular was the fact he was a normal guy. Granted the guy did some brillant things and was a renown professor, but I think to most, he was a normal guy with a great message. The whole point behind his message was nothing to earth shattering, but Randy was the kind of guy you could listen to, and because he was such a great story teller (as opposed to lecturer) you were instantly wrapped up in his life.
So though I never personally new the guy, I can say that today is a sad day because he is gone.
One of my best friends turned me onto his "last lecture" and somedays I feel like I should watch it again just for the reminder of what life is really about. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in what is going to happen with my job, or with school, or on all the things that aren't going right with my life, I lose focus of what is.
I have a great husband and a good job. I have a supportive family and good health. I dont' have pancreatic cancer. The last one was more than Randy could say, but he never dwelled on it. One of the things he did dwell on was deciding if you are going to be a Tigger or an Eyore. I think I have spent too much time not being a Tigger.
I think in the end what made Randy so popular was the fact he was a normal guy. Granted the guy did some brillant things and was a renown professor, but I think to most, he was a normal guy with a great message. The whole point behind his message was nothing to earth shattering, but Randy was the kind of guy you could listen to, and because he was such a great story teller (as opposed to lecturer) you were instantly wrapped up in his life.
So though I never personally new the guy, I can say that today is a sad day because he is gone.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Holy crap life got busy
But really, what did I expect?
So you all probably figured out that school started - noted by the fact I havent posted anything in a month. Sorry about that. But I am on the downhill run of my first class so hopefully I can be better about posting.
School aside, life has been a little stressful for me. DOE recently announced the awarding of the contracts where I work. To keep it simple, the company I work for did not win the contract I work for. So within the next 60 days one of three things will happen...
1. I will go to work for a different company.
2. I will go to work for a different contract.
3. I become unemployed.
Obviously we are not voting for number 3. On top of that the DH's work just merged with another company and today when we picked up 3 days worth of mail, there was a rather thick packet from his current employer.
"What the heck is that hon?"
"That is my walking papers".
"WHAT!!!!!????"
"Ya, they are firing all of us and making us reapply for our jobs".
Ok, yes I realize that this is just a formality and he will most likely get his job back, but this has completly freaked me out. So technically, there is a chance (a very small chance, but a chance nonetheless) that within the next 60 days, we may both be unemployed. And that makes me very uneasy. But for the sake of my sanity and sleeping patters, I am not going to dwell on it.
I just got home from 4 days in Bellingham participating in the blessed Clay Cup event. This is Christmas to my inlaws and a bit of a marathon event for me. A marathon event because it encompasses lots of racing, late nights (with lots of beer) and A TON of people of whom I would not normally associate with. Don't get me wrong, I really like a lot of the people who are regulars to this track, but since this is a special event, it attracts some people of different backgrounds from all over this state as well as others near by. These are the type of people who will be yelling the F word all the way across the track campground at like 5 in the morning. These are the type of people I like to label as "mouth breathers". But I survived, and though the DH didn't have a very good weekend (car broke, car wrecked, car broke...you get the point) it was nice to be back (as I have not attended this event for the last 3 years).
Probably the best part of the weekend was that mom housesat for us and cleaned. My mother has a level of cleanliness that can only be described using words such as "sterile" and "hospital-like", but I love it when she cleans for me. So it was nice to come home to a clean abode.
And if you are keeping score, checked in with Hobbs, the orange cat who now belongs to my brother-in-law and his family, and he could not be happier. They love him and he loves being there. So I guess things really do happen for a reason, and I am glad he is happy.
Of course, not as happy as Thule is that he is gone.
So you all probably figured out that school started - noted by the fact I havent posted anything in a month. Sorry about that. But I am on the downhill run of my first class so hopefully I can be better about posting.
School aside, life has been a little stressful for me. DOE recently announced the awarding of the contracts where I work. To keep it simple, the company I work for did not win the contract I work for. So within the next 60 days one of three things will happen...
1. I will go to work for a different company.
2. I will go to work for a different contract.
3. I become unemployed.
Obviously we are not voting for number 3. On top of that the DH's work just merged with another company and today when we picked up 3 days worth of mail, there was a rather thick packet from his current employer.
"What the heck is that hon?"
"That is my walking papers".
"WHAT!!!!!????"
"Ya, they are firing all of us and making us reapply for our jobs".
Ok, yes I realize that this is just a formality and he will most likely get his job back, but this has completly freaked me out. So technically, there is a chance (a very small chance, but a chance nonetheless) that within the next 60 days, we may both be unemployed. And that makes me very uneasy. But for the sake of my sanity and sleeping patters, I am not going to dwell on it.
I just got home from 4 days in Bellingham participating in the blessed Clay Cup event. This is Christmas to my inlaws and a bit of a marathon event for me. A marathon event because it encompasses lots of racing, late nights (with lots of beer) and A TON of people of whom I would not normally associate with. Don't get me wrong, I really like a lot of the people who are regulars to this track, but since this is a special event, it attracts some people of different backgrounds from all over this state as well as others near by. These are the type of people who will be yelling the F word all the way across the track campground at like 5 in the morning. These are the type of people I like to label as "mouth breathers". But I survived, and though the DH didn't have a very good weekend (car broke, car wrecked, car broke...you get the point) it was nice to be back (as I have not attended this event for the last 3 years).
Probably the best part of the weekend was that mom housesat for us and cleaned. My mother has a level of cleanliness that can only be described using words such as "sterile" and "hospital-like", but I love it when she cleans for me. So it was nice to come home to a clean abode.
And if you are keeping score, checked in with Hobbs, the orange cat who now belongs to my brother-in-law and his family, and he could not be happier. They love him and he loves being there. So I guess things really do happen for a reason, and I am glad he is happy.
Of course, not as happy as Thule is that he is gone.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Father Time
Last weekend was decent. Had a good ride in Seattle with one of my best friends. Well, actually after kind of a scattered start to the morning (which included the friend hitting another car on the way into the park, and me forgetting my helmet which made us have to go get another one)we got started on one of the hardest rides I have ever done.
So on the way home, since Sunday was Father's Day, I decided to spend the day with the folks. Dad and I went out to play nine holes. While it was nice, it was a further reminder of why I have such a hard time spending time with my parents. My Dad will be 75 in December and there are times he shows his age. I guess no one wants to think about their parents getting old, and it seems like I am thinking about it more and more. I am thankful that he is healthy, but it makes me sad when I see he can't do some of the stuff he loves because he just doesn't have the movement. Its even worse when he starts talking about things and events he won't live long enough to see.
I feel bad my two sisters are not around more to share in this time of Dad's life. I wish they were, if maybe only because it would give me someone else to bounce feelings off of.
And to top things off, I have a gigantic zit on my forhead that I think just keeps getting bigger. Sheesh.
So on the way home, since Sunday was Father's Day, I decided to spend the day with the folks. Dad and I went out to play nine holes. While it was nice, it was a further reminder of why I have such a hard time spending time with my parents. My Dad will be 75 in December and there are times he shows his age. I guess no one wants to think about their parents getting old, and it seems like I am thinking about it more and more. I am thankful that he is healthy, but it makes me sad when I see he can't do some of the stuff he loves because he just doesn't have the movement. Its even worse when he starts talking about things and events he won't live long enough to see.
I feel bad my two sisters are not around more to share in this time of Dad's life. I wish they were, if maybe only because it would give me someone else to bounce feelings off of.
And to top things off, I have a gigantic zit on my forhead that I think just keeps getting bigger. Sheesh.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
What to do?
Gotta make this one kinda short - headed off for jury duty soon.
So last Friday I brought home a cat. Now, keeping in mind I already have one cat and one dog, but the cat needed a home and I think we have room for one more.
I love this cat. His name is Hobbs and he is just great. Problem is, no one else in the house seems to care much for him. The dog doesn't mind him, (but he doesn't like the dog) Thule HATES HIM WITH A HUGE AMOUNT OF CAT PASSION and I while the DH says he likes him, I think he really doesn't want another cat.
So we made arrangements for the in-laws who live in Mt. Vernon to take him. My sister-in-law called last night to say they would take him and I was instantly sad. I was sad all night last night. I feel guilty for bringing him into this house of strife and now I am going to move him again. I really don't want to. I really want to keep him.
Everyone I talked to says to just give the other animals time and they will become okay with each other. I tend to agree with this, but the DH doesn't think our other cat will ever be accepting. Now I have this issue of the in-laws say they want him, so can I re-nig?
I guess I just don't know what is right for Hobbs. I wish I could just ask him what he wanted to do.
So last Friday I brought home a cat. Now, keeping in mind I already have one cat and one dog, but the cat needed a home and I think we have room for one more.
I love this cat. His name is Hobbs and he is just great. Problem is, no one else in the house seems to care much for him. The dog doesn't mind him, (but he doesn't like the dog) Thule HATES HIM WITH A HUGE AMOUNT OF CAT PASSION and I while the DH says he likes him, I think he really doesn't want another cat.
So we made arrangements for the in-laws who live in Mt. Vernon to take him. My sister-in-law called last night to say they would take him and I was instantly sad. I was sad all night last night. I feel guilty for bringing him into this house of strife and now I am going to move him again. I really don't want to. I really want to keep him.
Everyone I talked to says to just give the other animals time and they will become okay with each other. I tend to agree with this, but the DH doesn't think our other cat will ever be accepting. Now I have this issue of the in-laws say they want him, so can I re-nig?
I guess I just don't know what is right for Hobbs. I wish I could just ask him what he wanted to do.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Life is so good right now I can hardly stand it
I like the fact I can change the colors of my blog. I may do it often.
So right now I am sitting at my new computer, listening to a great cd, drinking a glass of wine, and listening to my otherwise quiet house.
::Hold on, gotta go get a refill::
Ok then. My house is quiet because the husband is out of town and the dog and cat don't make much noise. When the DH is gone, I don't ever turn on the television (with the exception of tomorrow night when I watch my Netflix movie 27 Dresses - oh ya, baby its a girl night).
I swear, I would probably be perfectly content with just the minimal of what I would need to watch the occasional movie and never any television. But I digress.
I don't know at what point it was in my relationship that I started really looking forward to nights by myself. Last night the DH tells me that he is sad I won't be joining him this weekend. My first reaction was of course "ahh...thats sweet". But not too far behind that was "I am so looking forward to this time by myself..so I'm really not that sad to not be going" (I didn't tell him that, but I am pretty sure he knows anyway).
I came home, made a nice healthy dinner of blue hake fish, some white rice (leftover) and spinich (and of course wine) and have been having such a nice night. Its too bad I have to go work tomorrow or this night would be absolutley perfect. I guess to a degree I think (or, I hope?) this is a sign of a healthy marriage. I can enjoy my time around him (though I wish we did more quality activities together) but when he is gone I dont' have to sit at home missing and pining away.
In other news, I officially have 10 days left before I start school. Which brings me to the re-occuring question I have as to how long I will be able to keep the gym up and do class. One of the other instructors at the gym quit this week and while I was sorry to see her go, I was a bit envious. The gym thing is difficult for me, and I think it will only continue to get more difficult. I really want to quit, but nights like tonight make it so hard to actually walk away.
I had a pretty full class tonight. And it was one of those classes where everyone was "there". I didn't feel like I had to do much motiviating and eventhough I was super sore and tired from 4 straight days of working out, when all was said and done, I was still 700 calories lighter and drenched with sweat. That does not come from self-motivation. It comes from the energy I get back from the members who are obviously digging my coaching (hmm...maybe they are just digging the music and are actually tuning me out all together).
(note to self: gotta take the litter box out of the office because listening to the cat pee is ruining my serene moment.)
Anyway, then there are my regulars who tell me how much they love me. I love that, but there is such a huge part of me that just wants to be a participant. I just want to work out and not have to think. Ahh, but maybe that is just laziness. Who knows, I don't want to think about it.
So right now I am sitting at my new computer, listening to a great cd, drinking a glass of wine, and listening to my otherwise quiet house.
::Hold on, gotta go get a refill::
Ok then. My house is quiet because the husband is out of town and the dog and cat don't make much noise. When the DH is gone, I don't ever turn on the television (with the exception of tomorrow night when I watch my Netflix movie 27 Dresses - oh ya, baby its a girl night).
I swear, I would probably be perfectly content with just the minimal of what I would need to watch the occasional movie and never any television. But I digress.
I don't know at what point it was in my relationship that I started really looking forward to nights by myself. Last night the DH tells me that he is sad I won't be joining him this weekend. My first reaction was of course "ahh...thats sweet". But not too far behind that was "I am so looking forward to this time by myself..so I'm really not that sad to not be going" (I didn't tell him that, but I am pretty sure he knows anyway).
I came home, made a nice healthy dinner of blue hake fish, some white rice (leftover) and spinich (and of course wine) and have been having such a nice night. Its too bad I have to go work tomorrow or this night would be absolutley perfect. I guess to a degree I think (or, I hope?) this is a sign of a healthy marriage. I can enjoy my time around him (though I wish we did more quality activities together) but when he is gone I dont' have to sit at home missing and pining away.
In other news, I officially have 10 days left before I start school. Which brings me to the re-occuring question I have as to how long I will be able to keep the gym up and do class. One of the other instructors at the gym quit this week and while I was sorry to see her go, I was a bit envious. The gym thing is difficult for me, and I think it will only continue to get more difficult. I really want to quit, but nights like tonight make it so hard to actually walk away.
I had a pretty full class tonight. And it was one of those classes where everyone was "there". I didn't feel like I had to do much motiviating and eventhough I was super sore and tired from 4 straight days of working out, when all was said and done, I was still 700 calories lighter and drenched with sweat. That does not come from self-motivation. It comes from the energy I get back from the members who are obviously digging my coaching (hmm...maybe they are just digging the music and are actually tuning me out all together).
(note to self: gotta take the litter box out of the office because listening to the cat pee is ruining my serene moment.)
Anyway, then there are my regulars who tell me how much they love me. I love that, but there is such a huge part of me that just wants to be a participant. I just want to work out and not have to think. Ahh, but maybe that is just laziness. Who knows, I don't want to think about it.
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