Are We Really Crazy?

Took all my mojo and some I stole to get my ass out there yesterday for my long run. Sometimes it’s hard to get out there when home is so inviting and warm. All I wanted to do was clean and bake but alas…my inner compulsive asshole got the better of me and I headed out…although it took me till 11 AM to do so. 10.3 miles below marathon pace at 25 degrees.



My in laws were with me all week this week…so they got a taste of what my exercise/running routine is all about and if they were unsure before…they now officially know I’m insane. But are we really crazy…those of us that make fitness a part of our daily life? I can count on one hand the people I know in real life that follow any kind of exercise regimen and most of them are recreational at best. My little brother is one of these…but even he allows himself some flexibility. Where are the people that are like us? Do they exist outside of bloggy land? I’m beginning to wonder.


So Skip came home from D.C. last night and I was thrilled to see him. He’s been gone since Sunday but I’m more then ready for him to come home. I’m all ready to settle in and finish getting ready for Christmas. All my shopping is done except for a few stocking stuffers. Lil T and I made ginger bread men the other night but we need to do some more because we ate all of them.


In other news…I made my 3 year post gastric bypass appointment to see my surgeon. Once a year I have to check in with him so he can see that I haven’t ballooned up again and I’m not dead. He also orders a slew of blood work to make sure I’m taking my vitamins and am not deficient in one thing or another. Then he proceeds to bug me for before and after pictures and to come to the meetings so I can talk to people…to which I nod my head and promise to do so. Then I run out the door and disappear for another year. I just can’t bring myself to do it. I’m no miracle..I paid him to fix something that was wrong with me. The fact that I do what EVERY gastric bypass patient should is a side benefit….and honestly..not the norm.


Anywho…that’s all I’ve got. Stay tuned for a soon to be post on my excursions into gravel marching…exciting stuff.

Crappy Runs..and why I do em.

I do em because my ass is already out the door and I didn't know any better when I left.  That was this morning...6.5 of slog and drudge.  Just wasn't feeling it and my time reflected.  I took Brian with me and watching him I wish I could be a dog.  They NEVER have a bad run..they're just happy to be running...for the sheer joy of it.  He is crazy cute..those big ole ears perked up at every turn.  Loves the ducks by the trail, loves the snow, love love love..that's him.

I've been thinking alot about those obscenely priced GPS watch thingys...and if 300 bones ever drops out of the sky I may just get myself one.  My pace is so inconsistent and though that may not be a bad thing...it feels like one.  It would be nice to vary my routes more because although I have many..and many of them I've logged and saved, I would like to be able to go out and just look at my wrist and know how far I've gone...if I should pick up my pace or slow the hell down *usually not even possible...LOL*.  I love running and being able to look at things, not worry about the miles and whatnot...so on the flipside..the GPS may not be the best idea for me.

In ever present other news...I had a date with my dentist today.  Since August I've had two cavities that I could actually see that were not there the end of summer.  Now due to my surgery I can not drink soda, have to take it WAY easy on sugar because they make me sick.  But my teeth have also gone to shit.  I don't know if it's related to surgery...I'm not deficient in any vitamins or minerals and my labs were awesome BTW.  But man...in the last two years I've had to have 2 teeth pulled, the two root canals I had have seriously busted off and I've lost them....need implants now...and multiple cavities...total bullshit..because I take such care with my teeth.  I am sick of it and don't know what to do.  Doc says alot of it is hereditary...my moms teeth are also shit..but both of my brothers have wonderful teeth.  And he was not educated enough about my surgery to say if it has any bearing or not.  Note to self...ask surgeon when I see him.  But I researched Gastric Bypass for 2 years before I had it done and don't remember ever seeing anything about teeth...hmm.  So I got the one done and the other will be done next Thursday.  I have a revolving line of credit with this dude I swear.

Skips on 2-10 tonight so it's just me and the kiddos tonight.  I've got ribs in the crockpot and lil T is sleeping.  Till  next time...

13.25 miles and Chicken and Dumplings

Tired from the first...stuffed from the second.  Gave Chicken and Dumplings a shot for the first time and it was a big family success...really not complicated at all.  Thanks Funkygirl.

So I went out to my moms to drop V off and just left my car there and did my long run.  I really didn't have a distance in mind....I know if I run for 2 hours I go at least 10 miles....so that's my minimum for a long run.  I was feeling pretty good so I stayed out longer.  It was cloudy and overcast....but...it's January in Wisconsin...this is to be expected...lol.  It ended up being 13.25 miles and took me 2 hours 38 minutes.

Sign entering Carol Beach

Room with a view..just a random house I snapped.

Ugly dirty ice

Mini Iceburg...lol

This is my friend Sams house growing up. 

You can see across Lake Michigan

from that top room.

My parents house.

And the Hiding Tree.  We spent a ton of time up that tree growing up.

At Halloween we used to climb way up it and swing a homemade

Ghost out in front of cars.

So there's my long run and a little trip down memory lane.  It was cool to run out there...I almost never get to.  It was also crazy good to run the half marathon distance.  I hadn't done that since early fall.  My legs feel pretty good and the rest of me is even better.  I have a date with D and lil T for a movie night....Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and Monsters vs Aliens....good stuff.

~In the words of HH....rockin it 28th Avenue Style~