Wednesday, December 04, 2013
Just wanted to drop a quick hi to everyone. I've been running from 5 am to 10 pm the last two days. "Emergency" dog training Monday, dinner with a friend and grocery shopping yesterday. I'm tired today but I'm going to go walking with hubby and the girls soon.
Have a great evening everyone!
Monday, December 02, 2013
I was looking at my motivational pictures last night and this one stood out.
See, Iíve come to terms with the fact that my family is never going to accept me. There are family members who hate my hair. There are family members who donít like how I dress. There are family members that donít approve of my hubby (and the fact that he doesnít work a 9 to 5). I could go on. And then there is dadís ďwifeĒ.
Guess what Ė frelling frack it all!!! Iím almost 43 years old, it is about time I start living for me. And if the family canít live with it Ė frack them! The only one that needs to be happy with me is me. After all, Iím the only one that has to put up with me 24/7.
I also have people who sabotage and pick on me for trying to lose weight/change my life style. I actually had a ďfriendĒ the other day say ďwell life isnít worth it if you are not enjoying itĒ. Really? Are ya paying attention? Iím having the most fun Iíve had in years. I can get out and do things. I have far less pain. I can enjoy my time with more than just food.
Iím just working at being the best me I can be. And the truest me I can be. I have my setback. I doubt myself. I second guess my decisions. Iím human. But when push comes to shove, I know what I truly want.
Healthy, strong, tough, and ready to do and do. I want a body that can do what I want it to when I want it too. Iím not going to stop, fade, or give in one nano-second before I have to.
So, Iím pulling out the red lipstick and the fluffy pigtail holders. Iíve got my ďcreepyĒ shirts and jewelry. I may have put on a few pounds but it all still fits. Iím wearing it. If someone doesnít like it, look somewhere else. Iím making December my time to get my life in line. Then look out 2014 Ė Ďcause itís gonna be the year of Kitty.
Finally I have to thank you, my Spark friends for giving me the strength and confidence to move forward in my life. Those who love me will go with the flow, those who donít will fall by the way side. I think Iím pretty good with that.
Sunday, December 01, 2013
Let me just start off topic by saying THANK YOU to everyone for all your support on my Thanksgiving vent. My dad and I are fine Ė he even made certain I had his sweatshirt to wear over my coat for this race. I ran in his menís XXL Tall sweatshirt. Was like running in a dress.
Anyway, this race was because of my cousin (the blonde in the picture). She read about it online and talked me into doing this race back at my other cousinís (dark hair) bachelorette party. I have to say it didnít take TOO much effort. We did have a late start time as we all registered kind of late (October for a November race). So our start time was noon.
Well, Iím so used to races starting at 8 or 9 that I was up and dressed at 6! The race was at Soldier Field, so about 35 min from my house so I told hubby he could sleep in until 8. That was the hardest 2 hours of my life! He sleeps on the couch when his reflux is bad (or course it was bad Friday night). So, no TV or movies for Kitty! The dogs even slept!
We left for breakfast at 9 but we still ended up at the race over an hour and a half early. Hubby hung out in the car but I enjoyed all the booths and Bears stuff!! I even got a Ditka teddy bear for my collection. I love when I can find cute 8 inch stuffed bears.
Even more exciting was the shirt I got. See it was at a kidís booth (while I was getting the bear). I was talking to the lady running the booth about how cute I thought the one shirt was (she was Iron Mikeís daughter in law) and she said ďoh, youíre tiny and these are cut big. The large will MORE than fit you.Ē A boyís large? Really? I laughed at her and said Iím a bit bigger than I look I think. She gave me a shirt and told me to pull it on. The large FIT!!! I so got the shirt!
Well, my cousins got there about 11 and hubby came down. We took a bunch of pictures and hung out and laughed. It was nice. Then it was off to the start line. We lined up under the 10 minute mile. Once the race started we lost my ďblondeĒ cousin quickly. She does a 7 minute mile and normally does only 10K and longer. My other cousin and I waived.
It was my otherís cousinís first 5K. I stuck with her for the first mile. She has asthma and I wanted to make certain she was ok. I mean, she works out very regularly but running outside in the cold is different. We hit the mile mark and she told me to JUST GO! After her pushing me twice, I picked up my pace. When I passed her coming back after the turn around she was still looking great. I was doing great until about a mile from the end. Then my shins started to hurt. I pushed through but very slowly.
I ended with a time at about 34 minutes. Not too shabby I guess. I want to shave about 5 minutes off that for next year. So I have a running goal for this winter. Not too certain how to do it but so far Iíve figured things out. We all hung out for a bit over an hour. The hubby and I headed home. Cousins were off to party.
I loved this picture we took before the race:
My hubby thought the mustache was hysterical. It actually freaked my son out a bit. I guess the boy child called while I was running and asked how the race was. When hubby told him that there were hundreds of women with mustaches there the boy responded with ďIím so sorry Mr. Dave, will you be ok?Ē How cute is that?!?
Saturday, November 30, 2013
With all the emotions of Thanksgiving, I realized I never blogged about my Hobble Gobble Ė it is our local 5K run/walk. It was held at the end of my walking trail with the girls (we walk to the main street and turn around; this was the other side of Calumet Avenue). I didnít take any pictures. I didnít even think of it. I had so much on my mind.
Being that it was so close, the girls and I walked to the race. It was cold but a nice walked. I had planned on leaving the girls with hubby at the race so I though the pre-walk would help to wear them out a bit. It was just about 2 miles to get to the start and of course we were on the opposite side of the park from where we needed to be.
Hubby and boy child came in the car. We really underestimated the time it would take and all got there just as the race was about to start. We dropped out can goods (the race was for the local food bank) and had to really hustle to the start.
I had wanted to run so I thought that I was going to have to leave Tazzy and Gypsy with hubby and boy child. But as I got to the start line I saw other runners with dogs already heading out. The friend of hubbyís that had invited us said Ė ďGo run with the dog, weíll walk with hubby and the boyĒ. COOL!!! So I handed Gypsyís leash to hubby, and told Tazzy to go!
WRONG STATEMENT!!! She saw all the runners up front and we were going to catch up. Remember death by bunny? Well, Tazzy topped that because not only where we running faster than I have EVER run before but Tazzy had to jump in front of and try to greet every dog we passed. She scared the living daylight out of this huge pittie! He even yelped but then they ran with us for a while. It was so cute.
We kept up the killer pace for almost a mile until we were well in front of most of the other dogs (at this point we were still running with the pittie and a chocolate lab). Hubby, boy child, and Gypsy had been left in the dust. We slowed down to my normal turtle pace. The pittie turned off first as he wasnít used to running and turned off before the first mile mark. At the two mile mark I found out that the lab and owner were not even part of the race and they were just running with us to get themselves home.
So we were front/middle of the pack with some very young runners. Sorry Tazzy, but that opening burst took way too much out of me. We had to slow to a very casual walk for almost a mile. But the finished was in site so we kicked it back up and finished strong. 33:46. Not too bad for running the afterburners in the first mile.
Tazzy and I got water (she was not interested in the banana). After about 5 minutes of waiting we decided to go back down the trail to find them. Tazzy took off running when she saw Gypsy. Being that we were attached by a waste leash, I had to take off too! It was funny running up on the group of 2 dogs and 4 large men (the boy child is almost 20). They looked like we were going to run them down. LOL.
We walked back to the finish a second time. We socialized a bit. Tazzy met up with her pittie buddy again. Yes she jumped in his face again, but this time he barked at her and she jumped back. We let them play a few minutes.
After that we headed home to cook and go to dads. I already talked about how that turned out. But the morning was actually VERY nice. I look forward to doing the Hobble Gobble again next year.
Iíll blog about the Ditka Dash I did today tomorrow!
Friday, November 29, 2013
I need to vent and I have no where but here. No one need read this and I may just delete it.
Went to dad's for Thanksgiving and things were going ok at first. Then the wife starts in on my about how I better watch what she is doing in the kitchen because next year this is on me. A - NO. I don't cook meat and I don't have the room or the money. "Well your sister is moving so you're going to have to. I'm done."
Whatever, fast forward a few minutes. We were talking about old tv and movies and some brought up Annette Funicello. "didn't she die? " "yes, it was in april when Margaret Thatcher died. Someone had mentioned that two great woman had passed to me I knew about Thatcher but giggled to myself when Funicello was mentioned. I mean world leader and mickey mouse club?" that got a giggle from the people I was talking to but also got me attacked by dad's wife.
I simply stated that I was a child of the 80's and grew up admiring her, Gorby, and Reagan. Then my dad yells at me about Reagan. A dad, you voted for him! I left the room and went in the garage with the smokers. The rest of the day I was open for cheep shots from darling wifey.
I didn't over eat but ended up with a bit too much wine. Fortunately we came home early and it's over. I just went to bed. I can't keep dealing with this. I'm not trying to offend anyone and all I did was bring up a dead woman's name. I'm so tired of being the red-headed step child in my own family.
I was going to go shopping today but I lost my mood. I'm depressed and feel like crying. My family was NEVER like this before her. Now my sister (not that we really get along) is moving to Colorado, my dad is warping his past to fit wifey current political pressures, and because I won't lie or agree with thing I really don't I'm a piece of dog doo. It really hurt.
Holidays are all I have left. I'm the eldest female and I can't save the clan. I don't know how to deal with it. I'm certain dad and I will be fine today, but I can't deal with her anymore.
I guess I should get dressed now. Thanks for listening.
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