Bought a coffee pot today.
Understand that I drank very little caffine before my coffee house life. Today I not only found myself at my work on my day off but ordering a triple shot drink to catch up on caffene (how do you spell that?).
So in attempts to save face I just bought a coffee pot and took some coffee home. I will learn moderation later but for now....
When in Rome....
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
See Jane run. See Jane run home from work.
"Is my asscrack showing or is the wind just cutting through my pants right there?" " I wonder if it is showing if traffic can see my tattoo?" " Wonder if that is ice or wet." " Am I running to fast, do I look like a retard?" "Did I make that chai tea latte right?" " Did I clock out?" " I really should have called before I left Starbucks, i would be pissed if he didnt call"
Things you should know about an adventure home from work:
1.It is fun to wonder if your back is showing to traffic becuase that might be the worst thing that happens today.
2.Your co-workers will be talking about you in your matching pink stretchy super flattering running outfit after you embark.
3. You might work at a coffee shop but you can not run with hot coffee.No matter how cold it is.
4.Old people will give you dirty looks becuase you are running on the day AFTER it snowed and that is crazy.
5.You apparently should never give directions becuase you have to real idea what street that stoplight is at. Becuase when running at this pace surely you are alot farther along.
6.You start to imagine what it would be like to order a pizza and have to admit that is the name of your street.
7.Pizza sounds good.
8.The insides of your thighs you hate so much are less annoying when numb.
9. Your Ipod will die in protest of the cold becuase it is old.
10. Your cold water will be warm in perspective when drinking it.
11.Your ipod will start to play again when you stop to put it away (who hates to pretend they are listening to music more than your ipod being a biatch)
12.You dont trust 10 year old boys who are at the park playing on such a cold day.. then again they are thinking the same of you. I bet you can out run them.
13. Your ipod will reprotest when you get excited and try it again.
14. A mile away is pretty!
15.That christmas flag doesnt look like an angel but an ugly Jesus on a cross. Yikes
16. You will remember next time not to drop the single house key to the bottom of the bag to dig out of, and you refuse to knock at your own house.
17. You are damn proud of running 6 miles home and still being up for more!
All in all I had a huge sucess running home from work. A few tweeks here and there such as a backpack that is secured tight to my body and doesnt bounce off my back bc it has work shoes in it. Blak! And i need a wind layer on my legs but all in all really went well! I dont think I will be running home in the dead of winter but on super mild days and alot more in the spring! I am so excited to have done something I would have thought crazy just over a year ago!
Now I wait for another good break in the weather for another good run!
What have you done lately that you are proud of but still think is crazy you even tried?
Things you should know about an adventure home from work:
1.It is fun to wonder if your back is showing to traffic becuase that might be the worst thing that happens today.
2.Your co-workers will be talking about you in your matching pink stretchy super flattering running outfit after you embark.
3. You might work at a coffee shop but you can not run with hot coffee.No matter how cold it is.
4.Old people will give you dirty looks becuase you are running on the day AFTER it snowed and that is crazy.
5.You apparently should never give directions becuase you have to real idea what street that stoplight is at. Becuase when running at this pace surely you are alot farther along.
6.You start to imagine what it would be like to order a pizza and have to admit that is the name of your street.
7.Pizza sounds good.
8.The insides of your thighs you hate so much are less annoying when numb.
9. Your Ipod will die in protest of the cold becuase it is old.
10. Your cold water will be warm in perspective when drinking it.
11.Your ipod will start to play again when you stop to put it away (who hates to pretend they are listening to music more than your ipod being a biatch)
12.You dont trust 10 year old boys who are at the park playing on such a cold day.. then again they are thinking the same of you. I bet you can out run them.
13. Your ipod will reprotest when you get excited and try it again.
14. A mile away is pretty!
15.That christmas flag doesnt look like an angel but an ugly Jesus on a cross. Yikes
16. You will remember next time not to drop the single house key to the bottom of the bag to dig out of, and you refuse to knock at your own house.
17. You are damn proud of running 6 miles home and still being up for more!
All in all I had a huge sucess running home from work. A few tweeks here and there such as a backpack that is secured tight to my body and doesnt bounce off my back bc it has work shoes in it. Blak! And i need a wind layer on my legs but all in all really went well! I dont think I will be running home in the dead of winter but on super mild days and alot more in the spring! I am so excited to have done something I would have thought crazy just over a year ago!
Now I wait for another good break in the weather for another good run!
What have you done lately that you are proud of but still think is crazy you even tried?
Thursday, December 2, 2010
First Step
I have been thinking for some time that I needed to start a journal, a diary if you will of what I think should be an interesting next year. I have just started a completely new job that I wasn't expecting. It was one of my whims that I just decided to finally make good on an old threat and from submitting my application to day 1 of work was barely over a weeks time. SO I "ran" with it. From hospital nursing tech to coffee shop Barista I find myself feeling 16 years old again yet somewhat wiser with a better filter between my brain and mouth.
At the same time my life as turned career wise I find myself a newfound love of running. Literally. I have never been a runner before. In fact I was one that joked I would run if chased and there was no one left between me and the bear. However, In great efforts and desperate times I found myself after baby number 2 needing to both get away from my life and workout to shed baby weight. I had heard that running was a quick was to both. I was lied to, somewhat. I found myself training for the Indianapolis 500 Mini marathon (13.1) in hopes of magically crossing that line on race day at my pre (second) pregnancy weight. I was sure if I followed every mile of the plan that my gyms trainer had set for us then I would achieve my goal and life would be back to skinny jeans perfect in 7 months time.
Not so much.
I did what was asked of me. Hated every minute of it, followed a decent "diet" and crossed the finish line 7 months later barely 5 pounds ZERO inches down, tired and cold. Most people who have called that quits and left well alone. I found myself intreged. I wanted to do another 13.1 miles and had no idea why. So in very "me" fashion I signed up for another 13.1 race scheduled for 2 weeks later. I probably should have ran more than twice between races but even at the end of an ugly timed race I felt a stronger urge to race again, and soon. I spent the rest of the summer jumping into Sprint triathlons locally (for "fun") with my husband along side, kids with whomever we could beg to babysit for the few hours we would be gone. All the time my husband talking about wanting to complete 26.2 miles, a full marathon. NUTS! He was crazy, I thought.
I have both read and heard recently that people with addictive personalities find running comforting. I have also read that runners are those who can't handle drugs and alcohol. Both true statements. I never find myself not full indulging in whatever obsession I find myself in at the time. And although I have never been unfotunate to fall into illegal activites I steer clear from Vegas becuase it is made for people like me and I already don't have money.
So somewhere between hating to run and loving to pay entry fees (jk) I had talked myself into 26.2 miles?! AND had the brilliant idea to encourage my husband to trade in a 5 year anniversary trip to Mexico for a full Marathon. "Honey I love you, let's go run 26.2 miles to celebrate" BAHA!
So now I find myself at the cusp of the begining. I starring down that line, you know the one between a casual sometimes I run person and that annoying person with the 26.2 sticker on the back window so you feel guilty about the french fries you are eating at the red light. To cross, not to cross.
Oh hell, when have I ever been logical about a big desicion. I have always followed that bug inside me that can find a logical reason when I myself struggle to come up with one.
So follow me (feel free to encourage) while I not only tackle a new career in what is proven to be a comical coffee house and a journey down the road to my first 26.2 mile race. Because sometimes the first steps are the scariest!
At the same time my life as turned career wise I find myself a newfound love of running. Literally. I have never been a runner before. In fact I was one that joked I would run if chased and there was no one left between me and the bear. However, In great efforts and desperate times I found myself after baby number 2 needing to both get away from my life and workout to shed baby weight. I had heard that running was a quick was to both. I was lied to, somewhat. I found myself training for the Indianapolis 500 Mini marathon (13.1) in hopes of magically crossing that line on race day at my pre (second) pregnancy weight. I was sure if I followed every mile of the plan that my gyms trainer had set for us then I would achieve my goal and life would be back to skinny jeans perfect in 7 months time.
Not so much.
I did what was asked of me. Hated every minute of it, followed a decent "diet" and crossed the finish line 7 months later barely 5 pounds ZERO inches down, tired and cold. Most people who have called that quits and left well alone. I found myself intreged. I wanted to do another 13.1 miles and had no idea why. So in very "me" fashion I signed up for another 13.1 race scheduled for 2 weeks later. I probably should have ran more than twice between races but even at the end of an ugly timed race I felt a stronger urge to race again, and soon. I spent the rest of the summer jumping into Sprint triathlons locally (for "fun") with my husband along side, kids with whomever we could beg to babysit for the few hours we would be gone. All the time my husband talking about wanting to complete 26.2 miles, a full marathon. NUTS! He was crazy, I thought.
I have both read and heard recently that people with addictive personalities find running comforting. I have also read that runners are those who can't handle drugs and alcohol. Both true statements. I never find myself not full indulging in whatever obsession I find myself in at the time. And although I have never been unfotunate to fall into illegal activites I steer clear from Vegas becuase it is made for people like me and I already don't have money.
So somewhere between hating to run and loving to pay entry fees (jk) I had talked myself into 26.2 miles?! AND had the brilliant idea to encourage my husband to trade in a 5 year anniversary trip to Mexico for a full Marathon. "Honey I love you, let's go run 26.2 miles to celebrate" BAHA!
So now I find myself at the cusp of the begining. I starring down that line, you know the one between a casual sometimes I run person and that annoying person with the 26.2 sticker on the back window so you feel guilty about the french fries you are eating at the red light. To cross, not to cross.
Oh hell, when have I ever been logical about a big desicion. I have always followed that bug inside me that can find a logical reason when I myself struggle to come up with one.
So follow me (feel free to encourage) while I not only tackle a new career in what is proven to be a comical coffee house and a journey down the road to my first 26.2 mile race. Because sometimes the first steps are the scariest!
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