Monday, April 27, 2009

I'm an idiot.

Krissy and I joined a new gym last week. Our other gym suddenly closed about 6 weeks ago and I felt a little lost. This was only a bummer and not a problem until the rain started this spring. No more running. Bad. This place is slightly ($5) more expensive than the other place but it has a spinning class that I'm excited about.
Well, when we signed up and I got a super sweet deal with Nathan (Buy one, get one), which he paid for (I love you!), the trainer guy gave us a free session. We went back last Friday and got measured for body fat, bad :(, and did a little work out. I was sore all weekend and was all excited about getting a trainer. The dude's flyer said that for the "90 day Transformation" you get 5 sessions per month = $289. Krissy and I both thought this was the total price for all 90 days. WRONG! I have no idea how much a trainer costs and I thought $20 an hour was reasonable. You just tell me what to do and I do it. Not exactly hard work, you know? It's $289 per month! Um, this dude is pulling down like $80k+ a year. WTF!
Anyway, I had to pull Krissy aside and freak out. I was going to pay for all of it when it was $289. I wanted to do it and wanted a buddy so I was doing it as a gift. I can't afford $867 for a trainer for three months. My take home pay is only $31.5k. I felt embarrassed to have to go back in the trainer dude's room and tell him that I couldn't do it, but sorry, I'm poor. I only make $21 an hour that I actually take home. I can't afford to pay you $60 and hour to work me out at the gym.

By the way: No more sweets until school is out. I'm putting myself through another lent of sorts. I've been out of control!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Eat it? Or put it back?

Preface: I know I'm not fat!

I, like many women, ask myself these questions everyday. Many of you know that I gave up sweets for Lent. Yes, I know I'm not Catholic but I did it anyway. Over the seven weeks I ended up losing about three pounds. That means that I'm eating about 1,000 extra calories in sweets each week. Holy crap! I know I love sweets but that's a lot of junk. I eat a lot of it at my Mom and Dad's since Mom doesn't believe in having us over for dinner without making desert. They also keep many cookies, cakes, and ice cream flavors around.
As I type I'm inhaling a large dark chocolate bunny from Easter. I would like to look good in a bathing suit but I also love a dark chocolate bunny. I'm either at one extreme or the other. I over-indulge in sweets or have to cut myself off. I haven't decided what to do but I need to find a happy medium since I'll be mad at myself later for eating that bunny!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

The Smell of Disappointment. . . and Success!

WARNING: Long story!

I had traumatic Easter morning. I was headed on my way to my mom and dad's for brunch and figured I'd throw out the trash. Not a good idea. The apartment has a trash compactor where the opening is 5 feet of the ground and it's about 2.5 by 3.5. (Hint: This is an important fact for later in the story.) So every time I thrown something away I have to hoist is into the air. I do this by getting momentum from swinging it in and letting go. Not a good idea today.

Backstory time: My Mammaw passed away this past February. She suffered from Alzheimer's and had not been doing well for some time. She willed me some of her necklaces. My favorite by far is a long gold chain with a heart pendant. I wear it rather often and feel very sentimental about it. Do you see where this is going?

So I swing my trash into the opening and feel a STRONG pull on my neck only to see the pendant from my grandmother's necklace going into the trash compactor. I'm surprised that the entire chain didn't break off since it pulled so hard. The pendant got caught on the ties you use to close the bag and went flying in. Needless to say, it was freakout time. I ran for my phone in the car, parked in the pull-through for the trash. I called mom and totally lost it. Complete hysterics. She thought I'd been in a car accident. This was one thing I valued from my grandmother and I'd just thrown it away. It's not like I;d lost it while I was out for the day and had no clue where to find it. It was IN THE TRASH. If I didn't get it out, it would end up in a landfill. Mom was trying to calm me down by telling me that Mammaw would have said to "Stop crying" and that "It was just a necklace". That was beside the point. I'm still in hysterics.

The compactor has an incline of about 5 feet where the trash slides down before landing on a ledge. When you close the door, the ledge retracts and the trash falls down before the ledge reappears and pushes the trash toward the back of the LARGE container. I'm praying that the pendant is on the ledge with the bag. I can't get in there by self without a boost and I'm in decent clothes. I spot a plastic chair on someones porch and after much debate decide to borrow it in hopes that they won't get too pissed. (I'm still crying and talking to mom on the phone.) I get up on the chair and peer in but can't see the pendant. Mom at this point whispers to Dad that, "We're going to have to go up there." I start crying even more that that will ruin brunch and Easter and that driving 40 minutes to help me is nuts. Well, she insisted because I was talking about how I could climb in without getting squished. I did need help getting back out and was going to be screwed if someone didn't see me in there and threw their trash in and closed the door on me. I also didn't want to leave the compactor to change clothes for fear that someone would close the door and my plan would be ruined. (Mom and Dad are in the car driving up to help or at least comfort me since Mom didn't think I could drive in that state.)

Then I guy comes out of his apartment (where I jacked the chair, oops) and asks if I need help because he saw me crying. He's very helpful and guards the door and fend off people throwing out their trash while I go throw on different clothes so I can climb climb in. He looked at me like I was nuts when I told him I was going in. Ha. I climbed in and got down to the ledge (about 2 feet wide) and moved my bag out of the way only to see nothing. Crap! It's fallen down into the bottom. I could climb down there but the ledge is out too far and I can't figure out how to slide in and out of the bottom without hurting myself. I climb back out, slightly covered in grossness, and I don't know what to do next. The guy then picked the lock on the back of the compactor so we could see if it fell out the side. Nope. (Mom and Dad are almost here.) I suggest that if I closed the door the ledge might retract just enough that I can slide down and have enough space to get to the bottom. He's not so sure it will work, but I'm convinced. I tell my parents will be there soon and thanks for all his help. He told me that if someone saw his daughter crying he hoped someone would help her too. Nice guy.

Mom and Dad appear and I pitch my plan to Dad. He's up for it since when you open the door the compactor stops for safety reasons. Apparently people aren't meant to crawl inside! After crawling in and pushing gross bags of trash to the back of the compactor for about 5 minutes I'm repeating to myself that "It's just a necklace." My arms and legs are covered in wet gross and I'm about to give up when I moved another bag and I spotted it! THANK THE LORD! I start crying again. I crawl out just losing it! Mom is hugging me and don't hug back for fear of getting something on her. She reminded me that persistence pays off and that I was meant to find it. I took the nice guy's chair back and knocked on his door to show him my find. I went back to throw away the 5-6 people's trash that has piled up while I was having my ordeal. Yes, I had to explain why I was crying to all of them as they left their trash there.

Dad went home and Mom came back to the apt. with me to wait while I washed up and got dressed again. She rode with me down to Dickinson and we eventually eat brunch, an hour and a half after our planned time.

Yes, I was next to/in a trash compactor freaking out for and hour and a half this morning. In the car mom and I talked about why I lost it so badly. It was like losing MAmmaw all over again. The item I treasured so much was gone. I felt so stupid for what happened and wanted to go back and re-do my mistake. I plan on taking it to a jeweler in the morning to have it fixed and continue wearing it. I'll just have to make sure it tucked into my shirt next time I go to throw the trash out!
If I've hung out with you lately you've probably seen the necklace.

You can see where the loop just broke apart.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

More Shopping! And Running!

I went shopping with mom yesterday and she wanted to make a pit stop by Stein Mart. I have hated that place ever since I got drug there in my teenage years and had to spend what felt like days waiting for mom to try things on. I reluctantly went in since she promised only to look for shoes. I saw a cuper cute white, cotton, Calvin Klein dress on the maniquin and went to investigate. Only size 12 and above. Drat! I was on the hunt though. Although the racks were very out of order which drives me nuts I proceeded to dig. I found a dress to wear out at night that was originally $210 and scored it for only $30! Who in their right mind would pay that much for a party dress made out of some material called Viscose or something like that?! It's not even a fancy fabric. I also got another black party dress because you can never have too many and it was $28. Anyway, we proceeded to run other errands and finished up at DSW where I fell in love with a pair a black, silk espadrilles. Love them! And the dress even though they don't go together. I just wanted to share my successes!

It's got beady things (like that term?) at the neck and a keyhole in the front.

Shut-up! Who would pay that much?!

I don't like this pic of the shoes but it's the best I can do when I'm lazy!

I also hit a milestone during my run today. I went out for 5.1 miles and did a 9:1, run:walk pattern since I haven't been that far in a while. I ran it in 50:41 and that included my walking. I'm on a roll after my running break! I ran a 28:40 5k on Thursday too! Anyway, when I got home and was putting it into my running log I realized that I'd crossed the 100 mile mark today! I wanted to hit a couple of weeks ago and things didn't work out so I'd forgotten about it. I was very excited and am hoping to pick it up and hit at least 350 by the end of the year. Congrats to me! I wanted to brag on myself. :)
Today: 5.1
YTD: 101.7


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Thursday, April 9, 2009

Yes? No?

What do you think? Bueno or no bueno? I've had this dress since last year because I loved the color but haven't worn it because I looked like a blob. Last night I had this bright idea to use a scarf/belt thing I haven't used in forever to give it a little definition. I'm a little slow, ok? I should have thought of this sooner. So, does it work or do I wear it as a moo-moo over my bathing suit? Ignore the terrible tan lines from running. :)

Friday, April 3, 2009

I have a confession to make.

I haven't gone on a run since March 24. Yes, that's right. It's been 10 days. I'm sure my cardio abilities have gone down the tubes. I feel guilty about it but my schedule hasn't worked out for me. Multiple days of rain until it was too dark to run and 6:30 days at school don't leave much time to run before it gets too late. I know it's insane to stay at school until 6:30 but once I get into something I need to finish it. I also hate going home and sitting around by myself. Lame. Anyway, I've been re-inspired. This helped. Kara Goucher is my hero. I'll never be able to run 20 miles at a 7 min. pace but I can try, right? I'm going to take it easy when I head out tomorrow and hope it goes well. At least it should be a pretty morning. Wish me luck!

I also got a great quote in my RW Quote of the Day:
"Ultimately, the best runners are the ones who are willing to work very hard but who have a little bit of a lazy streak in them." BENJI DURDEN, Coach
I like this guy!