I forgot to post that I rocked it on the treadmill Tuesday. Four miles! My moderate miles were faster than I've been in a while.
Also, Saturday I joined Nike's 500 mile club!! Yayhoo!!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Humble pie
My 30th birthday was Wednesday and my husband didn't get me anything.
If all went well between a doctor's appointment and work, we planned on dinner out for the night.
We ended up at the Mesquite Chophouse; he told me before we left that a present he ordered was late and that money for shopping was forthcoming.
Dinner was nice, but I kept expecting a surprise. Maybe my parents would show up at dinner or my friends from Atlanta. Nada. Not even a card.
When we got home I made a clandestine trip to check the mail and frantically dialed my mom, "He didn't even get me a card."
I was so, so hurt. Because it is so, so not like him.
As we settled down for bed, I finally mustered up the courage to ask him about it, and he said he was sorry.
Infuriated, hurt and unable to sleep, I picked up my pillow and moved camp to the couch.
A day later I was still reeling. He worked late and we patched things up that night, though my feelings were still pretty sore.
Two days later we headed to a friend's pool party as planned.
My husband was a little more keyed up than I was, but it was a beautiful day and I hoped to relax by the pool.
Instead, I spent the afternoon with my best friends and family during the surprise birthday party my husband engineered.
What a surprise.
All that planning! He sent out e-mails with directions; bought necessities; enlisted help from friends and friends' wives; organized food prep and made sure my family and friends were there on time.
When about 30 of my family and friends yelled out "Surprise," I walked straight to him (and I swear, someone already had handed him a beer). I needed a hug: I was a little scared and a lot thankful.
If all went well between a doctor's appointment and work, we planned on dinner out for the night.
We ended up at the Mesquite Chophouse; he told me before we left that a present he ordered was late and that money for shopping was forthcoming.
Dinner was nice, but I kept expecting a surprise. Maybe my parents would show up at dinner or my friends from Atlanta. Nada. Not even a card.
When we got home I made a clandestine trip to check the mail and frantically dialed my mom, "He didn't even get me a card."
I was so, so hurt. Because it is so, so not like him.
As we settled down for bed, I finally mustered up the courage to ask him about it, and he said he was sorry.
Infuriated, hurt and unable to sleep, I picked up my pillow and moved camp to the couch.
A day later I was still reeling. He worked late and we patched things up that night, though my feelings were still pretty sore.
Two days later we headed to a friend's pool party as planned.
My husband was a little more keyed up than I was, but it was a beautiful day and I hoped to relax by the pool.
Instead, I spent the afternoon with my best friends and family during the surprise birthday party my husband engineered.
What a surprise.
All that planning! He sent out e-mails with directions; bought necessities; enlisted help from friends and friends' wives; organized food prep and made sure my family and friends were there on time.
When about 30 of my family and friends yelled out "Surprise," I walked straight to him (and I swear, someone already had handed him a beer). I needed a hug: I was a little scared and a lot thankful.
To husband
Thank you. I'll elaborate later.
Monday's run was pretty good — three miles with 30-second hill intervals. Bad news is the four-pound gain, which I'm assuming came from four days of cake-eating. :-(
More bad news is that I have "mild diastolic dysfunction." Which, according to my doctor, means my heart doesn't relax properly. So, off to see a cardiologist next Thursday.
Monday's run was pretty good — three miles with 30-second hill intervals. Bad news is the four-pound gain, which I'm assuming came from four days of cake-eating. :-(
More bad news is that I have "mild diastolic dysfunction." Which, according to my doctor, means my heart doesn't relax properly. So, off to see a cardiologist next Thursday.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
On the 'mill
Tuesday's run is always easy/moderate/easy. Today was just OK; though I did push myself toward the end of the fourth mile. My right quad hurt moderately at first and then subsided; left knee is still an issue. I'm pretty slow this summer — and I'm blaming the heat. My moderate miles were only 10:30 to 10:45.
What did pump me up about half way through were two new songs I downloaded. From Sugarland's Love on the Inside, I love "The Very Last Country Song." I cried on the treadmill.
T-minus five hours until I'm 30!!
What did pump me up about half way through were two new songs I downloaded. From Sugarland's Love on the Inside, I love "The Very Last Country Song." I cried on the treadmill.
T-minus five hours until I'm 30!!
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