What motivates you?

I need some serious motivation.

I can't get a good work out in to save my life. It's bad. Like real bad. I'm stuck in the "I'll start Monday" cycle.

My treadmill is finally put back together. M can live another day with his toilet free toothbrush.

Last night I changed into my gear, got on the treadmill and walked oh I don't know 6 minutes. Got off poured myself a glass of wine and took a bubble bath.

REALLY AMIE? Who does that?

I keep telling myself, I'll start fresh Feb 1. until then I'll be "Fatty McFatterson"

Speaking of fatty, we've been eating out. Any normal person would order a salad and drink water. but I seem to be drinking like it's the only way to get to heaven. I think I'm all cute and funny pounding the margarita's until I step on the scale in the morning.

I just cant get motivated. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's because it gets dark at 5pm. Maybe I got 103,540 things to do when I get home. Maybe I'm using excuses.

I need help, I'm starting to put winter weight on. I can feel it in my jeans. I can tell I'm just in a funk. I need to tunnel this energy somewhere before M serves me my papers.

What motivates you?

Swimsuits? Vacation?

This is pretty high on my list, along with not having to suck my "fun gut" in.

I ventured to my favorite blogs and found some motivation today. I packed my running clothes and plan on running during my lunch break. It's suppose to be 60 today! I'm going to run like I stole something...mainly because the neighborhood I work in is a little on the shady side.

I'm also going to make an inspirational board to stare at while I am on the dreadmill. Maybe that will keep me distracted and on the dreadmill longer than 6 minutes.


Happy Running

Dang Cold Weather

My mom asked me bright and early this morning if I wanted to go shopping today. I thought about it and said No, thanks I'm broke I'd rather stay home and clean my house.

What is wrong with me?

 I love Christmas but I LOVE having all that stuff put away.

 I haven't showered yet and it's 3:29 PM. I woke up had my cup of coffee (with bailey's thanks to my sweet husband who now realizes I'm a little more fun with a tiny bit of alcohol in my system.) and started putting the Christmas décor away.

There is something about the end of the holiday's, that triggers  my OCD. I immediately want to: clean the house, go through H's toy and get ride of what usually ends up being 5 toys, rearrange the house, paint something, and pretty much drive everyone insane.

This weather better warm up fast before my husband serves me my papers.

 I chalk up this built up energy to it being too cold to run outside. I just sit inside and drink I mean bake and think of things I want to change in this house. Like the front door. I really think I need to paint it red.

I better get a grip. OR deal with running on the treadmill. I haven't touched the dreadmill in quite awhile and I'm totally not touching that biotch until January 1, 2013. Then it's on like donkey kong. Morning runs, everyday runs, shoot me in the face I only have a few days left until it starts.

I'm a much happier person when I am running. Just ask M, who recently got chewed a new one because he didn't ask if I was ok when I dropped a book on my foot. yep true Hollywood story. girl needs to get outside and run.

Who else is ready for 2013? This girl is!

and just because she's so cute...

yep, someone got a (REAL) microphone and stand for Christmas ...so she can work the crowd...and yes, we are still watching the wizard of oz all day everyday!

Spa Run

Yesterday, I woke with the farmers and road tripped it to Hot Springs for the Spa 10K run. To say it was freezing is a total understatement.

I talked my mom into the festivities. We got the the race a little early but thankfully they opened the convention center where we could wait inside and gawk at all the professional, hot, tan, men runners who where stretching stay warm.

By race time it had warmed up to a hot breezy 40 degrees. I peeled off my northface and gloves and thought warm happy thoughts. We were corralled by our pace. I bravely stood in the 9 pace and mentally noted who I should buddy up with to stay on pace.

 

Seriously there was a old guy running with a cane and a trash bag around him He may have been lost I don't know but old man river was running that race. 

 

8:00am the gun goes off and we scatter like roaches. I cross the start line and "push" start on my garmin. It starts off pretty nice. We run through downtown Hot Springs. I'm easily entertained by the scenery. Once we make it through downtown HS we turn into a neighborhood. I think..."hmm this is going too smooth, I wonder how far we've gone" I look down at my garmin and seriously it says 0.00

 

REALLY AMIE? You didn't hit start?! ugh...I swear my roots are blond.

 

We quickly approached what looked like Art Hill to me, but they called it West Mountain. This hill was brutal. I contemplated throwing myself over it but I didn't want to ruin my outfit. So I kept running..and running..and when I got to the top I pop a Shot Bloks and ran as fast as I could down that mountain. It was a pretty course. I'll probably run this again next year.

 

I didn't do awesome but I did finish under 60 minutes. Finished 57:07

 

Oh remember how I brought my mom so she can take pictures of me crossing the finish line for moral support? I didn't see her as I crossed the finish line, which is OK. I knew I could find her at the "beer barn" Once we met up, she told me how good she did with the pictures and how she got some "good ones" . When I went to look at them...NADA..NOTHING... NOT one picture.  Apparently mom was hitting the wrong button. I swear her roots are blond sometimes. Seriously she asked  "Where is your phone Amie?"I said, "In YOUR hands mom".. Bless her.

 

So she attempted to recreate some pictures

 

 

 

FAIL!! She was still having problems with the camera...bless her

 

 

 

There we go mom...

 

 

 

Then a guy in the "Beer Barn" asked if he could take our picture (with his cell phone) and we're like sure, all stupid and naive...so we get together and the look on our face says it all..."um...we are letting this random stranger take our picture on HIS cell phone?"

 

 

So, We finished our beers and got the heck out of dodge. Being chained to someone's water heater was not on the post race agenda.