Well, let’s start with the time: 51:49:32 or 10.22/miles.

Which…is not great. But it is okay AND it could have been much, much worse considering I didn’t make it to the gym at all in the last 2 weeks before I moved and my training plan since I moved has been as follows:

1) Walk everywhere. I generally get in about 1 1/2 – 2 miles a day at a pretty brisk pace

2) Take the stairs at work instead of the elevator (Oh, wait, those of you who follow me on Twitter thought I was joking about that? Yeah, no).

3) Think about joining a gym, but put that off by telling myself that I am still adjusting to my work schedule and therefore don’t know when I’ll actually go and that therefore I shouldn’t waste the money right now (because, as it turns out, gyms are expensive! and I am cheap).

4) Think about just going out for a run in the neighborhood, but don’t do that because I am lazy.

So, as you can see, there was really no training plan and this was the first time I’ve run in about 6 weeks. And, actually, it was a pretty easy run (except for the GINOURMOUS hill next to the Browns stadium leading to the finish) so I was pleased about that because I did think I might have to do the last mile or so on pure will power alone* and while I’m not opposed to the pure will power thing, it was nice not to have to rely on the reserves.

There were definitely some things I could have done differently that probably would have improved my time, namely not wearing 4 inch heels all week to work because I suspect there is a direct correlation between said shoes (but they are so cute!) and the searing, cramping pain that started in my arch at about mile three and continued on to spread through the ball of my foot and up through my achilles (any more pre-racing stretching would have been good too). I also did a pretty piss-poor job of hydrating in general this week, which explains why I am starting in on my third 20 oz of gatorade (I know, I know – I should be drinking coconut water or at the very least this, but it’s all that’s in the house) and am still extremely thirsty.

I won’t tell him this because he might attribute this not to his pacing abilities, but the tough love he utilizes when we race together (“You did NOT hit the wall! You do not know what the wall is!”),** but I do run much better with the boyfriend because he is an awesome pacer and keeps us on negative splits when we run together and he pushes me more. Today I ran with two friends of mine and we were definitely not pushing each other.***

Still, even though I know it’s a fine time, I’m still a wee bit embarrassed. I am incredibly extremely intensely mildly competitive (it’s where my type-A-ness really expresses itself), so Turkey Trot 2010, YOU ARE ON NOTICE. Because it will be brought.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE! I hope everyone has a wonderful day wherever you are and with whomever you are celebrating.

*Even when I am going to the gym daily (and by daily, I mean week-daily. I am not a weekend gym kind of girl) the most I run is 3 miles because I have some knee and hip issues.

**In his defense, that particular incident occurred at like mile 4 of 10K when I was being a tad whiny about the freezing rain. He was training for a marathon at the time and regularly cranking out double-digit mile runs. So his lack of sympathy was understandable.

***I did note, which I thought was kind of interesting, that I never was able to find my stride during the run and I think that’s because I was trying to run in line with my friends so we could chat and catch up. Only problem is that they are a good 7 inches shorter than I am, so whereas they were striding comfortably, I was taking really shortened steps. I will have to ask the boyfriend if he feels that way next time we run together (although, I am pretty much all legs so his legs aren’t that much longer than mine). Something to ponder when I go into the post-turkey daze later.


So I understand that road work must be done and that there’s probably not a good time to do it. However, it seems to me that a little research would have revealed that 11:00 pm on a Tuesday was not exactly the best time you could have picked because surely at, say, 3:00 am or something there wouldn’t be cars stopped for miles on end because of the work on 71.


It was like a parking lot as far as the eye could see (and I know this because about 30 minutes in, I stood up and looked out the sunroof. Because I have the patience of a small child). By that point, cars were off and people were out of their cars walking around. And you know it’s really bad when the truckers turn off their big-rigs, climb down, and are out bitching to each other about the massive delay socializing.

Also, I know this is a crappy picture, but that’s what happens when you combine crappy cell phone camera with no light because everyone has given up and turned off their headlights.

I have been a horrible blogger lately. Awful. And the worst thing is, I have tons of stuff to write about and it’s all just floating around my head making me crazy.

Basically, I have been doing a lot of this lately:


but there’s also been a lot of running around to get my brother ready for school. In fact, I am headed outside now to start spray painting some of the furniture we have cobbled together from friends and family to help him deck out his house.

(No picture available of fifi spray painting. Probably for the best)

Let us all hope that this adventure into painting turns out better than the last big project I took on, i.e. the one in which I painted the crown molding in my brother and my bathroom and it turned out GREAT except for the part where the painters’ tape took off the paint on the walls in large chunks. And where I accidentally painted the ceiling.

Anyway, fingers crossed.

(Then tomorrow I am off to a wedding in STL, but hopefully things will start to get back to normal as of Monday).

My friend J was in town last night visiting his mom for the weekend so we met up to see (500) Days of Summer and grab a bite to eat. J and I go WAAAAYYY back – we went to preschool together so we have known each other practically all our lives. J actually lives in New York and I had actually just seen him while I was in New York last, but it was nice to have some time to just chat one on one (the last couple of times we’ve seen each other, we’ve been with the boyfriend and J’s boyfriend, Nick).

The movie was cute, but not particularly memorable. I went into the movie really wanting to love it/want to see it immediately again/come out of it wanting to place my pre-order for the DVD on Amazon, for several reasons (including, but not limited to, the fact that the trailer looked great and that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is one of my top-10 movies) but, unfortunately it just wasn’t that great. There were parts (like the IKEA scenes) that we pretty perfect, but really just served to make you think of what the movie could have been with a little bit better screenplay. I didn’t necessarily have a problem with the fact that Zooey Deschanel’s character was pretty one dimensional, as other reviewers have had, (why does she act the way she does? I have no idea), because the story wasn’t really a story of boy and girl, but really just boy. My problem was that boy wasn’t a fully fleshed out character either. I thought the movie relied too much on gimmicks like animation, a quirky soundtrack and the omnipresent narrator at the expense of plot development.

Also, I don’t know if it was because of all the Inglorious Basterds posters around the theater, but the filmmakers here used an instrumental snippet repeatedly throughout the movie to introduce key scenes that, every single time, made me think of Tarrentino and Kill Bill and kind of took me out of the movie because part of me was expecting the characters to engage in a vicious and bloody (but beautifully choreographed and filmed) showdown. Anyone else? Or just me?

Anyway, even though the movie was not all I hoped it would be, it was still a perfectly nice way to pass a Saturday evening. Afterwards, J and I went to a winebar by the theater (we were at Crocker for all you Cleveland-ers) and got dinner and chatted. J is in in the process of deciding whether or not he wants to go back to school so we talked about that for awhile and we discussed our respective relationships. J and Nick live together and J finds it very upsetting (in a very cute, older brother protective kind of way) that the boyfriend and I will not be living together when I move to New York in a couple of weeks because he thinks it should have been a foregone conclusion that the boyfriend should have asked me to live with him since we have, in J’s words, been together FOREVER and that it what happy couples do. I will confess that I was a little upset about the boyfriend’s lack of interest in living together at first, but now I do think living apart is for the best. We’re in something of a holding pattern with our relationship these days in terms of the future (I’m getting tired of the “and when are you two finally going to get married?” questions) and just in case something were to happen and we were to break up, it will be better if we have our own places. And if we are completely happy, then it’s only a year. Plus, I am starting to look forward to finding a place and getting new furniture (I sold pretty much everything in DC if you will recall), so I do think this is for the best. But the boyfriend is a little bit on J’s bad list right now.

It was a lovely and relaxing night, which then, as you know if you follow me on Twitter, ceased to be relaxing when I returned home to find my brother throwing a party for 20 or so of his nearest and dearest (the parents stayed on Catawba for the night to go out with their friends and while the cat’s away…). Highlights of my night cleaning up a six pack of beer that was dropped and shattered on the tile floor at 2 am and convincing one of the bro’s friends that the backyard was not an ideal place to sleep and I could provide him with a nice aerobed instead. Being the grownup was totally not fun (I think I was cranky last night while Twitter-ing because I just felt so damn old and boring) – I would have much rather been part of the beer pong tournament, but sadly was not asked to participate (I do recognize that that was completely inappropriate. I have mad beer pong skills though).

The bro and his friends seemed to have a good time and the bro was very good about cleaning up this morning, so all in all, it could have been much worse. I ended up only getting about 4 hours of sleep which is less fun when you get no benefit from your lack of sleep (besides big sister brownie points, I guess). However, next time I stay up until 4 am, I want it to be because I am drinking and having fun, not because I am playing chaperone!

This time I got to transport the 20 year old boys, while the parents took the cats. The boys at least were MUCH less vocal when they did not appreciate a song choice 🙂

Who among us does not want to see pictures of adorable baby ducks?


That’s what I thought.


Again, apologies for the camera phone pictures. One does not go out just expecting to run across a gaggle of ducklings and ergo I was unprepared to fully capture the cute.

whether or not to wear my rainboots to class.

Clearly, if I wear them, it will be 85 degrees and bright and sunny by the time I get to school.

On the other hand, I have soaked my shoes and jeans on the way into class the last two mornings.

These are the things I debate at 8 am.