I am in a training nightmare

True Hollywood story

Nightmare

I can't get it together.

I have 25 days until LR half marathon.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I blame it on the weather, shark week, my horrible play list, wardrobe malfunction, you name it I used it as an excuse.

Let's just take yesterday for example. Monday new day, forget about my 2 horrible weekend runs. I get home change, EAT: nachos, spaghetti 4 donut holes and then proceeded to down a lemonade which may or may not of had vodka in it. (hint: it did) I was in fat kid heaven. Mid drink I talked myself out of running. After my food settled I was sitting around in my running clothes and figured what the heck get on that dreadmill. So I did. I pumped that sucker up to 8.5 and ran and ran and stopped at 2 miles.

TWO MILES.Really Amie? Two miles.

I've come to the conclusion that the treadmill is false advertisement. I can run fast but I can't run far on that dumb thing. Last time I check I have to run 13.1 miles and not 2.

So, with that being said, my treadmill training days are over. I will be running outside rain or shine. Well minus the rain. duh I'm black. I'm just going to suck it up and DO IT. just like Nike says to do. I need to find my mojo. As in M needs to book us a beach trip so I get motivated to run. I digress

I have a race in March and April coming up(and possible June). It's time to get serious.

Has anyone ran Hospital Hill Run? I'm 98.5% sure I've talked Marcia to run with me. I'm have another victim in mind, who happens to live in KC, so I feel like she should join in on all the pain fun. Samantha...

Here's to unplugging that damn treadmill! Here's to running like a real runner! Here's to no more vodka lemonades (damn) Here's to getting my mojo back! Here's to a beach vacation (a girl can dream)!

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

MLK

Happy MLK/Inauguration day!!

How shall I spend my day? hmmm? How about on the couch with a cup of wine, running errands, cleaning hanging with my girl.

I almost sent her to the sitter, then Mommy guilt set in. It's would be different if I had something to do but I don't. Plus there is something about being here alone that is starting to freak  with my imagination. Note to self: STOP WATCHING ID CHANNEL.

So today H and I will be celebration MLK and NOT watching the inauguration by oh I don't know...shopping, lunch, and ice cream. Then when she's all jacked up on sugar we'll head over to dance class tonight.

Yesterday, M and I actually went out ALONE for lunch, drinks and a movie. We tried this new restaurant called Local Lime The margarita's and the guacamole was to DIE for. nom nom. Then we went and saw: Dark Thirty Zero or whatever the hell it's called. M's pick not mine.

It was just ok in my book.

So my lovely husband thought he should move my treadmill in the house from the garage...that was  7 days ago.

Well, the dang thing wouldn't fit through the bedroom door.
So M started taking it apart. Piece by Piece

 GASP, I instantly started hyperventilating but I couldn't let M see the doubt in my eyes as he started taking my treadmill apart.

I just kept saying, "let's just leave in the garage", "it's ok, I sort of love it in the garage" When I wanted to yell "STOP IN THE NAME OF LOVE!" "Put that wrench down and put my treadmill back together and put it BACK in the garage"

Taking a girl's treadmill apart when she is training is grounds for separation.

So now my treadmill is back in the garage...in 2 pieces... I swear if that thing isn't put back together. M's toothbrush will be dipped in the toilet.

God love 'em

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!

Sunday Funday

 

Sunday FUNDAY!!

 

Church: Amazing

 

Shopping: Amazing. I guess the running is paying off. I have no pants that fit.

 

Hannah: Another successful day with the potty training. I even left the house with "big girl panties" No accidents!

 

Work out: Rain...which means Run on the treadmill #shootmenow.

6 miles 51:00 minutes 8.5 pace. I'll take it

 

 

My dad is now back home and I swear H said "Paw paw" 54,590 times today.

 

We miss him. And Love him