Argh! Would these people I work with STOP making me work so I can update my blog, already? Yeesh.
Sorry I have been lagging on scintillating updates lately.
Reasons for this:
1. I have been working my ass off this week, and have started another night class to finish my Nursing School prereqs.
2. My life has not been quite so scintillating lately. Mostly hum drum.
The danger of life getting hum drum (ie: wake up, work, bathe, eat, sleep, rinse, repeat), I tend to get bored and create fitness and/or health challenges for myself that I don’t follow through with. Since I’m actually following through with my health challenge this time around, thoughts of signing up for the Portland Marathon in October have been crossing my mind. Because why exercise in moderation when you could : TRAIN FOR A MARATHON?? Of course, I hope to be pregnant by October…I hate having to plan life around whether or not I may (or may not) be pregnant.
I have mentioned it a bit off an on on the blog, but before my life was a 24/7 living hell on monitoring my vaginal fluids and ovulation, I enjoyed running. In 2007 I ran my first marathon, and then did two more in 2008. Since then, my running has tapered off into a mere trickle. Well…not really a trickle…more like a wheezing, lung burning, painful process that I haven’t attempted in the last year.
Over the last few weeks, the diet I’ve been on has walloped me with a double dose of feel-like-shit detox, but now that I’ve crossed over to the other side, I have been feeling a renewed energy that makes me want to get back out and RUN (or, trot pathetically around my block and claw at my lungs, in my case). I have to start somewhere. My body is telling me that it wants to get moving again.
So this week, I am going to run 1 (maybe 2) miles. Don’t know when, but I will do it. I’m also going on an 8 mile hike on Sunday with a couple of girl friends. Should be fun! Hubs is out of town holing himself up in a hotel room so he can finish his dissertation in the next 2 weeks, and not be distracted. Apparently, I’m so damn sexy and amazing to live with, he needs to adopt a monk-like existence to finish. Either that, or the fact that I watch Real Housewives isn’t conducive to concentrating.
From today until Sunday I will be free to burp, fart, and poop with the door open if I please. Not gonna lie. I’m a *little* bit excited about this. (Squeal!) I lived alone for six years before Hubs and I married, and I must admit, I do miss romping around the house naked eating random leftovers with my hands, and singing at the top of my lungs to MIKA.
Here’s primo Dance Around the House Naked Music. I may be listening to this over the weekend.