Happy Belated Birthday to This Old Lady

That’s right, I said Happy Birthday to myself because why the hell not?

So, when your new job duties include being on your computer all day, it is hard to want to be on your laptop at night. The only time I do crack my laptop at night is to work. I like my new job duties, but they definitely keep me hopping.

In between my working and working and working, I found some time to run a few races of Labor Day weekend. Labor Day? Yeah, I’m just catching up from two weeks ago.

Chad and I ran in the Boy Scout Half Marathon & 5k. We ran the Tenderfoot 5k. The weather was perfect for running and Chad ended up with a new PR. I did not PR at all. Not even close. I haven’t run in quite some time and knew I wouldn’t be at my best. But, I always love a good run for fun! As a Run Toledo Ambassador, I was able to rep them with my swanky new ambassador shirt.

The very next day we ran in the Olander 24 Hour Ultra Run. This was an experience for sure! There are two ways to participate in the run; as an individual and as a team. The goal is to run as many laps around Olander Park as possible. Each lap is 1.091 miles. Imagine damn near 24 hours of running. Wow, right?
The winning individual ran 110 laps which equals out to 120.07 miles. The winning team ran 149.9 laps which equals 163.62 miles. The team I was on, Candu Run Run, finished with 146.61 laps which equals 160.02 miles. We were SO damn close to winning.

I’ve been keeping up with the gym (and not running as I should) and since Chad and I moved in together, I don’t live next to the Maumee River. Crazy sad because I love living near the water, but I remembered that there is an amazing park that I love to visit, Bo loved it too.

I celebrated my 36th birthday last week and which I loathe getting older, it isn’t getting to me…too much. The number ‘6’ behind the the 3 is hard to read to be honest with you. Time is slipping past me and I can’t handle it sometimes.

Look at this amazing cake that Chad got for me. I have never had my picture on a cake and this was awesome. I have had my fill of cake for a little while. HA, lies! Anyone who knows me knows that I can eat cake every damn day! But I don’t because my ass is the size of Ohio otherwise. Chad made this a fantastic day for me and I’m thankful I have him in my life to do all the things with me. 

I have a ton of races on my calendar this fall and I’m going to be around more in an annoyingly fun way.
Happy Running & Lifting!

The Pumpkin Spice Craze

Is amazing. I mean, some things are utterly ridiculous. I saw pumpkin spice flavored cough drops and that is going a little too far for me. But, I love the baked goods and candy that taste like a spicy pumpkin.

I am not a coffee girl so I am anti-latte, but I’m a total basic white girl when it comes to buying all the things with this flavor. I currently have three brands of yogurt in my fridge that are all pumpkin flavored. I need to find all of the many candies, cookies, and treats that have been released this year with this delectable flavor and buy them all. I am especially looking forward to the pumpkin spice Oreo’s. Those are perfection.

Happy pumpkin spice season!
What is your favorite pumpkin spice item?
OR, do you hate the entire craze?

there are few things I hate more than moving

I think that most adults would agree with me. I’m not talking about anything more than the acts of packing, loading, and unpacking. The act of shopping around for the right place to live, finding a new grocery store, new job, or whatever…that’s a whole new kind of hate.

Today’s hate is just about the physical part and the emotionally draining part that pairs with it.

I am incredibly lucky that I am not moving far away and I don’t have to check for new doctor’s, or places to shop, or make new friends. I just need to pack my stuff and go.It’s funny how a simple move to a city 15 minutes away can be such a drain on all forms of energy.

The rewards from moving are always worth the pain from the moving process though.

T-Minus six days until my energy is drained. And I’m excited af about it.

Happy 6th Birthday, Bo!

I am well aware that my pup doesn’t have access to the internet and can’t read very well. That won’t stop me from throwing out a Happy Birthday to him though.

Happy Birthday to my Bo, my Jobs, my Ja-Bo, my Bo Bo, my Bo Schem, my Bo Schembechler (when he’s in trouble), my Joby (pronounced Job-E), my dude, and any other nickname that I have given him that I forget right now.

I brought Bo home in October 2011 when he was 13 weeks old and eight pounds, and from day one he was obviously my dog. He was attached to me and has been my best friend ever since. He listens, he cheers me up when I need it, he loves to get me out of the house for walks, he kisses to the point of molesting sometimes – and with an uncanny knack of a sneak-attack kiss inside the mouth or nose. Yeah, it’s awesome.

These pictures are from the first two days he was at home with me. Our first selfie, our first romp in the leaves, and just an all around great day. I still remember it like it was six years ago…
His ears have grown so much!

As I mentioned, he has a way of a sneak-attack kiss. You think you’re taking a regular selfie, then you’re really catching his tongue in action. The top left is a great example. He has frog-tongue reflexes, I swear it. That kiss happened in a millisecond. He is most definitely a lover. 

Bo will only sleep on blankets or pillows. And more often than not, his head is propped up on a pillow. Sometimes he takes over my pillow when I get up in the morning. He gives me the stink-eye when I don’t do what he wants. I get him Mr. Freeze’s bow-wow sundae each year, because…it’s Mr. Freeze, best ice cream in town. This kid loves a walk along the Maumee River, too. He will sit with me forever, just people watching and enjoying the views. 

I can’t say enough how much Jobs means to me. Anyone with a pet that brings them joy knows that they aren’t a pet, they are a family member. He brings me so much happiness that I can’t put it into words.

Happy 6th Birthday, Jobs. I hope to spend many, many more with you.

Super Hot Weather is for Vacation Only

You know when it’s really hot and you feel like your face is going to melt off if you simply walk outside? Or how it can be pointless to shower in the morning if you’re planning on spending the day outside because sweating is your job when it’s really hot?
Don’t get me wrong, I like warm weather. Hot on the other hand…makes me stabby.

There is one definite in my life and that is a firm hatred of hot weather. I don’t mind a good sweat, just not when I’m doing nothing other than standing or sitting. It almost goes without saying that I loathe running outside in the summer. Pair this with a deep-seated aversion of running on Satan’s conveyor belt and you get an end result of no running. I’m cool with this. I have been avoiding summer running every single year as a runner. My heart ish also does poorly with the heat. When the heart rate rises, the heart beats faster and harder causing more blood to flow backwards through the heart. You’d imagine that this isn’t the best thing to happen, right? And, frankly, I enjoy the time off, sometimes. 

I am 100% ready for cooler temperatures. Only downside right now is that we have at least two more months of hot af weather. Another downside is that I have a race to train for, so I’ll have to suck it up and run. I’ll run slowly due to the heat, but I’ll be running.

 

 

Pick Yourself Up

There are days where I feel like I am in the golden years of my life.
Actually, around 20 years after the golden years. Looking back, my body has had a rough 19 months.

After my sixth knee operation, two ear operations, a back injury that lasted over a month…and now, out of nowhere, my knee has had a very rough week, I am absolutely fed up. I am not a completely unhealthy person, but my body seems to rebel against me at times.

I can either succumb to feeling like my body is broken and I can’t go on, or I can do what I’ve been doing, keep moving forward and try to kick ass every day.

I’ll have to continue kicking asses, one day at a time.

Vacation Brain Kicked In

You know when you are incredibly close to a vacation and you lose all touch with reality because all you can think of is getting out of dodge and enjoying yourself? Yeah, I’m there. We leave on Sunday afternoon and have three and a half days of fun in the sun before we head home. I fully intend on taking advantage of being outside as much as possible.

The Best Beach Picture I’ve Ever Taken

The boat and the Gulf are calling me.
Kayaking on the bayou outside of the Gulf are calling me.
The beach is calling me.
Sitting poolside is calling me.
Walking around doing some window and souvenir shopping are calling me.
Introducing a plane ride and the ocean to a newbie is calling me.
Overall time with my family, both blood and chosen, is calling me.
Taking pictures and capturing the wonder that is vacation is calling me.

Sunrise in the Backyard

Two more days of work then I am off for nine days straight and ready to enjoy every minute of it.