I Saw the Pot ‘O Gold!!!

In honor of today’s rainbow, my post will be in green 🙂

The day started pretty normally.  Up, shower, coffee, etc.  Breakfast was brown rice and lentil dish made with cinnamon and cloves that I cooked up last night.  A left for the bus stop (oh yea…summer school NOT canceled.  D and I don’t have to raise Cain with the “downtown” people this year!), D left with R, and I took off for the hospital for my first meeting of the day.  That meeting actually went very well – even though it was 2 hrs long – so I can’t complain.  After having lunch with D at Salsarita’s (which is not nearly as good as Moe’s – the taco salad just doesn’t measure up…but we had a coupon), I took off for Williamsburg where I had a meeting this afternoon.  I got up there a little early, bought some new shoes for R, tank tops for A, and a pair of running shorts for me.  After my 20 minute power shop, I went to the WB hospital for a meeting.  That also went very well, and I’m glad I went – even though it meant 3 hrs on traffic.

On the way home, I stopped for a smoothie, yum!

The drive home wasn’t too bad, and only had to deal with a couple minor traffic slow downs.  It was when I was driving over the high rise bridge, it was starting to rain, was still sunny, and I saw a very vibrant rainbow.  What was even cooler, is that there is a quarry or something over there, so it looked like the end of the rainbow was a large golden dirt hill.  It just made me smile. 

I got home a bit earlier than I had thought.  D and I had planned to go to a 730 yoga class (YES…he was going to exercise with me!!!).  Alas..that joy was short lived.  About 630, he informed me that he just didn’t feel like going.  Ugh.  It’s not as much fun going alone, but today was a scheduled 30 minute cross training day.  After my disappointing weekend, I HAD to go, so at 7, I took off and went to my favorite Chesapeake Hot Yoga (see link at the side of my blog if you’re interested).  Before class, I heated up the rice/lentil dish (lazy), to make sure I had fueled again.

I was shocked when I got there.  28 people!  I’ve never been in a class that big!  Normally there’s between 4-11, but this was crazy.  We all fit, and it was actually a totally amazing class.  It reminded me why I love yoga so much, and I miss it.  I felt very tight in my hamstrings and hip flexors – which I know is from the running – and I know that yoga would balance out.  Ugh, it’s just with the marathon training and strength training, I’m already working out 6 days a week.  I don’t know how to fit it in, but I really hope I find a way.  This phase of training which is focusing on endurance, I may be able to sub in yoga for a XT day – as long as I don’t skip a fitlinxx.  I guess we’ll see.  I’d like to at least try.

After yoga, D and I stopped at the grocery and picked up a few essentials (like a watermelon – I NEEDED a watermelon).  I was hungry, but didn’t feel like eating so close to bed.  So I grabbed an uber-light beer and hopped in the shower.  At first I thought it may be weird (though D drinks coffee in the shower on occasion), but then I figured that was alcohol discrimination.  It’s perfectly acceptable for someone to enjoy a glass of wine while soaking in a hot tub.  Why is drinking a cold beer while taking a quick shower shunned?  It’s not in my opinion, and I’m okay with that!

Tomorrow is speed work.  I’m just waiting for another run day.  The weather has finally broke, and I’m itching to run outside.

So now it’s time for bed.  Going to get my blood drawn tomorrow morning for the battery of tests my PCP ordered during my marathon physical.  Kinda excited to see how they are – like my cholesterol, etc.  Anyway, I’m starting to babble, which means it’s time to go to bed.

Night 🙂

I Think I Influenced My First Vegetarian Conversion!!!

I have been remiss the past few days…in more ways than one.  My last post was on Wednesday, so in that sense I have been lacking in posting regularly.  I also haven’t been working out as much.  It’s not for lack of wanting to, though I have no good excuses – if I tried hard enough, I would have found a way. 

Thursday was a 30 min run OR rest day.  I had hoped when I started this training that I would opt for the workouts always when given a choice.  This past Thursday, I did not.  Of course, my excuse was that I had a long day at work (started at 7am and didn’t get home until after 6.  It was a scheduled strength train day, and I blew it off.  My excuse of course is that I had an early start and a frustrating day – and all I wanted to do was go home.  I feel guilty when I work all day then go to the gym – like I’m somehow being selfish (even though no one has ever made me feel like that – it’s my lovely Catholic guilt at work I guess).  I could also easily talk myself out of any runs outside since it’s been stupid-hot, but I have a treadmill, and while it’s not a joy to run on one, I could have.  I also could have busted out a workout video or something and used some light weights at home.  Alas….hindsight is 20/20.  Isn’t that what they say??

Friday was my anniversary!!!  Our yearly tradition has been for D and I to spend the day at Busch Garden’s sans children.  So, we got up early, went to breakfast, and then drove the hour up to Williamsburg.  We spent about 4 hours there, leisurely walking, holding hands, giggling, going on rides, and having a couple beers.  It was an awesome day (low 90’s), and I had an absolutely wonderful time.  After we got home, we gathered all the kids and went to Cinema Cafe to see the Karate Kid and have dinner.  The day was darned near perfect.  The training schedule had me at 30 minutes of cross training.  I have decided to count my 4 hrs of walking at the park as legitimate cross training.

Saturday I have no excuses whatsoever.  I’m a loser, and I completely skipped my run.  What sucks is that it was a long run (9 miler) and I was actually looking forward to it.  I was up probably early enough where if I had gotten my act together, I could have knocked it out.  Instead….I went to work.  I knew I had to spend a few hours in the office this weekend and catch up after my week off, and D suggested that doing it Saturday would be better than Sunday.  If I went in on Sunday, I would end up working a 6 day week instead of 5.  Sound logic, so I agreed.  I went into the office around 10am, and ended up staying until 230.  When I left it was…..no kidding…110 degrees!!!  WHAT?  Not fun.  In any way, shape, or form.  It was over 100 degrees still at 7pm.  And while I like running at night, I don’t like the idea of running in that crazy heat.  So I ended up skipping the whole thing.  I feel awful about that because I’ve been so diligent, and I have to shake this feeling that skipping this one long run will somehow render me unable to cross the finish line in October, but for now, I’m just angry at myself.

One fun thing is that my daughter R had her first friend sleep over Saturday night!  It was mostly okay, but exhausting.  R was thrilled, and that by far outweighed any drama that may have occurred.

I was considering going to run early on Sunday, but of course with R’s friend spending the night, I had to be up and making pancakes for them.  D and I had massage appointments at 1245, so any hope of getting up and running on Sunday was shot when I didn’t get out the door by 7am.  It was another blisteringly hot day, so I took it as the “rest” day that was intended. 

My sister sent me a link to sign up for something called Groupon.  You enter your city, and each day you get an email with a ridiculous deal, but you usually only have a day or two to buy it.  On Friday, the Groupon was a 90 minute massage for $46, and you could buy up to 2.  So heck yeah, I bought those!  D and I scheduled our massages for Sunday afternoon, and off we went!  The time with D was nice, but the massage really wasn’t.  It didn’t feel good, and we both left disappointed in that aspect, but at least we tried a new place (but won’t be going back!).  They also do a massage “club” thing where you pay a certain amount per month and get discounted massages.  They pushed that on us as we were leaving, even though we said they were not interested.  Finally we just took the literature, smiled, and left.  We bought a desk finally for the green room, and while D spent 4 hours putting it together, I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and picked up a few things.  As a side note, I bought today’s Groupon too…$25 for $75 worth of wine! 

So to explain the title of my post!  I have several blogs that I follow, and one is my sister in law’s.  I was looking at the latest postings via my Blogger Dashboard for the ones I follow, and noticed she had a new one.  And it’s title??  “Crissie, if you’re reading this, hush. I know you told me so.”.  So I proceed to read it, and she’s declared (publicly) that she’s now a vegetarian!  I try very hard not to be militant about my veganism.  In my opinion, if someone asks, great – I’ll share away.  I’m proud and very happy of my chosen lifestyle…but it’s just that MY choice.  Like being Catholic is, or loving all things purple.  It’s not my place to try and persuade someone to follow my choices just because I happen to.  When B was here, we certainly talked about it, but I wasn’t in any way trying to influence her choices.  So I was pleasantly surprised when I read that!  Of course now I have to send her stuff to help make it easier (like cookbooks and things…).

Today was another early day, but a good one.  I decided to make all 5 of R’s sandwiches for the week last night before bed as to make morning time a little bit faster.  After the morning rituals, I dropped R off at her daycare and headed to begin my day of meetings.  I had lunch with S and a couple people from work (yummy Indian food), then had more meetings.  It was actually a very good day at work, and I know it wouldn’t have been had I not gone in on Saturday.

After I got home and had a web-based meeting, M and I went to the gym.  He did the Interactive Zone, which is basically some cardio equipment hooked up to video games, a rock climbing wall, dance dance revolution, etc.  I did my Fitlinxx strength training workout.  The last phase of my training, I did the workouts on Tues, Thurs, and Sundays.  With the Endurance phase that just started, it will work better to do Tues, Fri, and Sunday.  Of course because I skipped last Thursday and yesterday, I was itching to go…so for this week, I’ll do Monday, Thursday, and then get back on my regular schedule.  I then got home and did my ab video that I totally love which is the Bender Ball.  It’s only about 15 minutes, but it seems to work great, and is challenging.  Then…my run!  It was only 40 minutes, and I waited as long as I could…but the temp didn’t drop.  At 715 (while D was at TKD with A and M) when it was still 97 degrees outside, I hopped on my treadmill and pounded out the 40 minutes.  I swear…I think I go slower when I’m on the treadmill than I do outside.  When I’m outside, I’m not overly concerned with pace (unless it’s a paced run), and find my overall run pace is faster than when I run inside.  I think I have a mental block when it comes to pushing the up arrow on the MPH key!

Anyway, I know I didn’t talk much about food.  All in all, my eating habits were great…a lot of whole grains, fruit, veggies, legumes, and tofu.  I did have onion rings yesterday though (YUM). 

So now it’s time to wind down, take a shower, and get ready for bed.

Sick Monkey’s and Speedwork

I just know when something is wrong with one of my kids.  When they act a bit less energetic, seem to be less than fully well – I know.  I know this isn’t a phenomena only known to me as a mother and it’s easy to pick up the signs, but still…And I knew Sunday afternoon that something was up with R.  She wasn’t as playful, wasn’t as hungry, and just wanted to snuggle. I know these are pretty much beacons screaming SOMETHING’S WRONG – and it’s probably pretty obvious to everyone.  We had gone swimming earlier that day (around 1) and she was as excited as ever.  Later that afternoon, she was pretty much uninterested in playing.  At first I thought it was the heat (she doesn’t react too well to long term heat exposure), but it was more than that.  When she started complaining of her ear hurting – combined with a bit of a snuffly nose – we knew that she was verging (if not already at) an ear/sinus infection.  I had planned already on taking her to our pediatrician’s sick clinic at 730am on Monday – and sure enough, at 3am, R comes crying into our bedroom.  She had gotten confused (and feverish), woke up, dressed for the day, and was upset we didn’t “come get her” from her room.  Poor baby.  Into our bed she crawled, and then off to the Dr we went.  Sure enough – a combo of swimmers ear and sinus infection had her (and me) home for the day.  Why am I telling you all this – so you’ll forgive me for not doing my 40 minute run on Monday 🙂

Oh, and sometime late Monday afternoon, M broke out with pink eye.  I wouldn’t recommend coming to my house this week…

I did, however, eat very well!  Breakfast was coffee, a rice cake with sunflower butter, and half a banana.  I made a vegan crock pot chili sin carne and cornbread for dinner.  Lunch was nothing memorable since I can’t remember!  I should have run, but was just too exhausted.  R slept on our bedroom floor (camping style), but seemed to have slept well.  D stayed home with her today and her fever hasn’t come back in almost 24 hrs, so I’m hopeful. 

After work today, I went to the Y to do my Fitlinxx strength training workout AND….yesterday’s 40 minute run!  So yeah…workouts done.  I had some Ezekiel bread with sunflower seed butter and banana for breakfast, black bean and squash enchiladas for lunch, and fruit and cornbread for dinner.  For dinner for everyone else, I made chicken with wine sauce in the pressure cooker, pasta side dish, and peas.  R still didn’t seem right, so we decided to keep her home another day.  She camped on our floor again.

Today I had tacos for breakfast (which is just an awesome thing to even SAY much less do!).  I used the leftover vegan chili from Monday and put them in crunchy corn taco shells with some hot salsa and guacamole.  Lunch was brown rice and a banana.  About an hour and a half after I ate lunch, I did my speed work workout.  I did 6 repeats, and it was MUCH better than my attempt last week.  D thinks I’m getting better.  I think it was a combination of being well fueled (bananas are magical for that) and running at the right speed – 2:12 per quarter mile.  I like his theory better 🙂

Dinner was pretty awesome too.  I used two crock pots and my pressure cooker.  In one crock pot I had bell peppers stuffed with Israeli Couscous and Lentils, and in the other was a Brown Rice Stuffed Acorn Squash.  YUM.  In the pressure cooker I made pork chops and gravy, so everyone got a very well balanced dinner.

M is still in quarantine with pink eye, but it looks much better.  Poor thing is hauling Lysol wipes wherever he goes.  R is relaxing and watching a movie up in my room.  D is at A’s TKD class.  I’m having a peaceful moment watching a CSI rerun and updating the events of the past few days! 

Tomorrow is a long day of meetings, so I may not blog until Friday.  I guess we’ll see!

Delusions of Grandeur, Awesome Blood Pressure, and Tofu B’Stilla!

The past few days have been a whirlwind of activity.  I have managed to get in all my workouts though – so for that I’m happy (it helped that I was off work all week!).

Thursday was my Dad’s last day here, so I woke up and headed to the gym very early in the morning to do my Fitlinxx workout.  D and I met with A’s guidance counselor, and while I feel better that we have a good plan, I was still appalled at how low they aim in terms of doing what’s best for the students.  I was home by 11, and Dad and I went to Dick’s Sporting Goods to pick up a few things and then to a pub for lunch.  The food was okay, the Black and Tan tasty, but the service was awful!  We went to PetSmart and Trader Joe’s, then went home.  He treated us to dinner at Franks 2 – one of my favorite Italian places, and we had a good time.  I think the staff thought we were a bit bonkers, but it was fun. 

Friday morning, Dad and I headed up to the train station.  His train left at 915 to head to DC and then on to Chicago, and finally home.  Having never been to a train station before, I wasn’t sure what to expect.  It wasn’t overly complicated – though there isn’t a lot of explanation as to what to do.  I waited until the train left, and then went to run some errands since I was up on the Peninsula.  I grabbed some breakfast and hit a sporting goods store I wanted to check out.

All week I was convinced that my doctors appt was Friday at 1.  When I was shopping, I decided to check my phone to see what I had entered, and it said my appt was at 230.  I felt a bit like a dummy, so I went home to wait until my Dr’s appt and do some laundry.  I had scheduled this appt a few weeks ago after getting a newsletter from the Chicago Marathon – especially for debut marathoners – and advised that a physical would be a good idea.  Deciding it would be just my luck to have something actually wrong with me, I made the appt.  The appt went very well, and my doctor was very happy with me.  My blood pressure was 98/46 and my resting heart rate was 55 (which is actually 22 beats per minute slower than a year ago at my last Dr’s visit!).  I looked it up, and based on my age and gender, 55 bpm is in the Athlete range!  It’s hard to explain, but this little tidbit made me happier than pretty much anything else she said, and I’ve been giddy for 3 days over it.  Anyway, she did a full physical, ordered a bunch of labs, reviewed my training plan, and gave me the green light to go ahead.  Yeah!  No excuses now…and if I don’t finish (which I will), I can’t go blaming some undiagnosed heart murmur or something like that.  The rest of Friday I took as a “Rest” day (switched up my Friday, Sat, and Sunday workouts).

So Friday night, spurred by my doctors appt no doubt, I had the most incredulous dream.  I dreamt that I won the the Chicago marathon!  Crazy, I know.  I’ll be surprised if I make it under 5 hrs!  But it gets better….not only did I win that one (and gave copious interviews about my amazing accomplishment)…I went on to win 2 marathons a month….to the tune of $1 million!  So this is slightly embarrassing to reveal, but there it is. 

Saturday I was supposed to do my long run, but also had plans to attend the Richmond Vegetarian Festival with S.  I was also SUPPOSED to have golf lessons, but they got canceled (again) for lack of enrollment.  I picked S up at 1030, and it took us 3 hours to get to Richmond.  Traffic was brutal, but at least the company was great!  We eventually got there, parked, and went to the festival.  We ate some totally awesome food – samosas, tabbouleh, falafel, chickpea masala, hummus, desserts, and some mango juice.  We also ate this thing called a Tofu B’Stilla from a restaurant called CousCous.  It was tofu, sweet potatoes, apricots, and I don’t know what else.  With a side of Siracha, it was amazing.  S took one bite and told me that I had to learn how to make it…whatever it was.  We also barely made a dent in the food that was available – but I was happy and full!  There were also many tents with things for sale as well as many for different activist groups.  After about 2 hours, we hit Whole Foods and picked up some hippie food.  We started heading home, and sure enough – hit craptastic traffic on the way.  We saw a sign for a winery in New Kent, and since we were pretty much sitting still on the highway, decided to check them out.  While beautiful – they FULLY ignored us!  Granted, we were a bit dressed down and I think there may have been a private party going on – I still think that they were pretentious jerks.  So we left – and quoted Pretty Woman on the way home on what a HUGE mistake they made at ignoring us!  Anyone who knows S and me, knows we can go through wine pretty well.  We made it back to town, grabbed some grub, and went to her house.  I made it home around 830, just in time to watch Alice in Wonderland in backyard movie night with D, the kids, and a bunch of their friends.  I did my Friday cross training workout by hiking around the festival.  According to my BodyBugg, I met my activity, step, and calorie burn goal, so it was nice to get my workout in outside of the gym. 

Sunday morning I woke up early to get my 7 mile run in.  I didn’t want to squander away Father’s Day by a long run. The first 3.5 miles were very strong, but I eased up the last 3.5.  It was getting really hot and I ran out of water.  I felt like I finished strong though, and overall really enjoyed it.  Oh, and I wore blue shoes 🙂  It was 92 degrees when I finished my run (had a high of 104 today).  Breakfast was coffee and a Clif bar, and as usual with that type of meal, I felt very well energized.  I did not feel well hydrated though, and that’s one of the things I really hate about morning runs.  I stopped at the store, headed home, and then took off to the Y for my regularly scheduled strength training workout.  D and the kids met up with me there, and we hung out by the pool and goofed off for an hour or so before coming home.

For the rest of the day, it’s about relaxation.  D is taking a nap, and A and I are going to bake him something yummy and special.  Then I’ll make tacos and wake my man up from his nap – and force him to enjoy his family a bit more before bed 🙂

What Color Shoes Am I Supposed to Wear??

I mentioned a few times that I was fitted back in late March/early April for a new pair of running shoes.  During the Shamrock back in March, I had some terrible blisters.  I figured new shoes were in order – especially before my marathon training schedule started.  Since I did the training team through J&A Racing, and I did my Garmin class at Final Kick in Virginia Beach, I was really comfortable with having them fit me for shoes.  Anyway, long story (that I’ve blogged about before), I left with a pair of totally awesome shoes.  

A few weeks later, I was reading a marathon training book that recommended that you have 3 pairs of shoes for training.  2 pair to alternate throughout the training, and 1 to introduce about 3 weeks before the race – and to race in that 3rd pair.  I personally thought this was purely genius, since I always wondered how to tell when my shoes were trashed – short of holes worn in them.  
What I discovered was pretty cool.  I had these awesome shoes I bought at the shop, and all I needed to do was go online and order a couple more….one right away, and one in the coming few weeks before I get to that final few weeks of training.  When I went online to buy my second pair, I found out that THEY COME IN TWO COLORS!!!  How awesome is that??  I don’t have to write 1 & 2 in sharpie on the back of my shoes (though that would be a fun conversation starter).  I have the pair in blue that I bought at Final Kick, and the ones in pink that I got online.  So what’s my problem?  After a couple weeks of religiously alternating shoes between each one, I realized that I started forgetting which pair I wore last.  So now..while I’m not going to write 1 or 2 on the backs, I am going to have to not only document what I eat, the weather, etc…but which bloody colored shoes I was wearing.  Ugh.

Today…was a pink day!  I ran my first speed work workout, and I am so far not a fan.  I imagine I may be someday (especially if this really does help me get to my goal pace of 9:10 mi mile for the marathon).  But as for today, I don’t like it.  I did this on the treadmill, and I think that was wise.  First of all, it was pouring, so outside wouldn’t have been fun.  Secondly, I had to do 6 sprints of a quarter mile at a 2:05-2:15 pace.  I’m still figuring out my Garmin, and at least on the treadmill, I can pop in the speed and just go.  Unfortunately, I broke what is apparently a cardinal rule of training.  I keep reading (and was told by the coaches during the shamrock training) that it’s never a good idea to go faster than planned.  Going faster means burning out if you’re not ready for it.  I apparently thought I was an exception.  After doing some googling, I found that a 7.5 pace on the treadmill is the equivalent of an 8 minute mile.  Mind you – this is faster than the 8:20-9:00 minute mile pace I was SUPPOSED to train at.  So feeling a little overly confident, I did a 5 minute jog to warm up, then cranked that puppy up to an 8 minute mile.  I got through the quarter mile, slowed it down to a fast walk, and felt like my lungs were going to burn themselves right out of my chest.  Joy.  Then I did it again – two more times….and nearly quit.  So for the last 3 repeats, I went slower than I was supposed to because I burned myself out in the beginning.  See.  I’m a moron.  The only up side was that this was a shorter workout than normal, so while I didn’t have fun, it was over faster than my other runs typically are. 

Just before I went up to the home gym, my littlest child asked if she could use it when I was done (she’s six, and pronounces it treadmeeeel….it’s adorable).  I said “we’ll see”, but when I was done, she was all decked out in her yoga clothes and a sweatband, so it was hard to say no.  Besides, who am I to tell my child who wants to be active that she can’t?  So back upstairs we went (she had been at the dining room table playing cards with my Dad), and she hopped up on the treadmeeeel.  She ran a quarter mile in just over 5 minutes, and giggled the whole time.  I was a very proud mama. 

For breakfast I had a butternut squash quinoa leftovers from the the other day.  After running some errands to get the Bug street legal (and it only cost me $70), my Dad and I went out for Mexican food for lunch.  We ran a few errands, and then came home.  D had a really long day, and still took the kids to TKD so I could get my workout in.  I really love him!  Not just because of that of course, but it helps 😉

Tomorrow I’m going to do my scheduled fitlinxx workout, run for 30 minutes, and raise total hell with my daughter’s guidance counselor (see yesterday’s post if you don’t know why).  I tried today, but she wasn’t there.  She called when I was out at lunch and tried to weasel out of seeing me.  Silly, silly woman.  Anyway, I have an appt tomorrow at 10.  I want to get my workout in before hand – especially since it’s my Dad’s last day in town and I don’t want to waste it being at the gym while he’s awake.  It’ll probably also help me be more human in my meeting.

So I’m signing off – happy that I did my first speed work session…weirded out that I have to do some variation of this every Wednesday for about 6 weeks (up to 16 quarter mile repeats!)…and sad that my Dad will be leaving Friday morning. 

Night 🙂

Annoying Things Happen in 3’s

The day started out very nicely.  I woke up early to help D get the kids ready for school.  It was field day at R’s school, and she was so excited, that she insisting on setting her clothes aside and packing the sunscreen before going to bed. 

After everyone left and Dad was still asleep, I went first to Target and then to the gym.  I switched my workouts between yesterday and today, so I did my 40 minute run on a treadmill.  Forecast for today was storms, so I didn’t want to risk it pouring at 8pm when I would normally have run.  Of course the weather people suck…more so in the summer than anytime else, and it didn’t rain at all.  Of course, I live in VA…it has the potential of raining pretty much every day – if only for 30 seconds.  Even though it didn’t rain, it felt good to get my run in during the morning.  Before the gym, I ate a rice cake topped with sunflower butter and half a banana.  Yummy – and had great energy.  That meal is most definitely a keeper.

After getting home, I had to make some phone calls to the car insurance company to add the new car, take a shower, and then take Dad out for some lunch.  After a veggie wrap, hummus, and onion rings (my favorite food group), I went to pick A up from school.  I went to talk to her guidance counselor – who is an epic moron.  We planned her entire high school schedule last spring just after 8th grade.  She goes to art school in the afternoon, and we knew a year ago that she had to take a math class in summer school in order for her to graduate with her advanced diploma (the one that’s 4 year college prep).  This idiot at her school first tells me that summer school may be canceled due to too few students being enrolled (though I still needed to pay the $300…but if canceled it would be a pain to get a refund), and then tells me that there aren’t really any options (like hell), and that she just won’t graduate with an advanced diploma…  Like it’s her bloody choice!  That A doesn’t need to have the option to attend a good university – after all, she’s only an “art” student…never mind the fact that she’s also brilliant and can get great academics AND great art!.  If A hadn’t been in the office with me, I likely would have laid the woman open.  Instead, I left and plan to go back tomorrow during the day and “fix” this.  Heck, a self study guide and some parental intervention, and A probably could finish a semester of Geometry in 2 weeks!  Oy .  People bug me.  Annoying thing 1.

After bringing A home, Dad and I went to the DMV to get the Bug business done.  We pull into the parking lot, and SCORE – only 4 cars!  I’m thinking we’ll be out of there in 15 minutes….just to find out the computers have been down all day and they have no idea when it’ll be up.  Annoying thing 2. 

We go to a different DMV, wait a few hours – deal with glitches in their technology – but eventually leave with titles transferred, etc.  Yeah!  Almost done!  We swing by to drop the bug off at the service station for a state inspection – last step – and then head home.  I took A to the fabric store so she buy fabric to make a few new dresses.  On the way home, the service station calls to tell me that the awesome new bug FAILED the state inspection!  There are a few bulbs that need replacing, and there’s a hole in the exhaust pipe.  Annoying thing 3.

So what was there to do?  Go home, make dinner, have a beer (or 3), and watch Stardust.  So that was my day.  Annoying things happen to me all the time.  Annoying, but at least never tragic.   My boss jokes that I have a gray cloud all the time.  Not black, but not white either.  Cooking is my therapy, so after making chicken parmesan, noodles, garlic bread, and Italian veggies for everyone else (and apple butternut squash soup for me), I felt almost normal. 

So that was my day.  Annoying…but not tragic (though ask me tomorrow when I hopefully get a quote on what it’ll cost me to get the bug fixed!).  Tomorrow also starts my speed work, of which I’m very, very afraid.  I have to do 6 quarter-mile repeats at a 2:05-2:15 pace.  That is WAY faster than I ever go for any length of time.  I’m hoping, but not holding my breath that I’ll be able to hit that.  I guess I better eat a rice cake right before.