Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Did I do that?

Here's a lesson I learned this weekend: If you are invited to an event that is entirely centered around an activity you don't enjoy, don't go. Technically, I should have already learned this lesson when I attended a super bowl party last year. I can be slow on the uptake sometimes though, so Sunday night I attended Action Movie Night. It was organized by some friends on our broomball team, I hadn't seen them in awhile, Eric made wings with his deep fryer, and our BFFs were going, so I figured it would be a social event with Diehard mixed in.

I hate action movies, and I hate sitting on a hard kitchen chair for 2+ hours after running a half marathon while watching them even more. The highlight was (I'm assuming everyone has already seen Diehard) was when Carl Winslow confesses that he killed a kid one time, and somebody asked if it was Steve Urkle. I have no idea what that has to do with the plot, as I was deep into Angry Birds at the time, but I laughed.


These delicious pop rock cupcakes (explosive....get it?) Casi made for the event did help me make it through.


She actually enjoyed the movie, but Diehard 32 or something was filmed in Baltimore, and they needed to film a traffic jam, so she was a surprise "extra" in the film when they blocked off traffic for like 2 hours. Eric was unable to spot her car in the movie, and she's never forgiven him.

Monday morning I ran the worst 6 miles ever. My legs were so stiff that I felt like I was stumbling instead of running, and I just felt terrible overall. I even had to take walk breaks, which I never, ever do unless I'm trail running. I don't feel I can blame Sunday's "half marathon" since it wasn't actually a half marathon, and it wasn't an actual race effort, so I think I'm just going to blame Bruce Willis for that one too.

I somehow forced myself to go to yoga Monday night, in hopes of my legs not hating me on my next run. I needed to arrive 20 minutes early in order to get a coveted ticket that allows you into class, and even then I got the second to last one. Oh, January at the gym, how I love you. I got in 12 minutes on the elliptical, so I guess that's something.

My plan for the next few weeks is to try to get in two-a-days on Tuesdays and Thursdays, swimming in the morning, and biking in the afternoon. I woke up at 4:30 this Tuesday, half an hour before my alarm, to discover we had no power. The thought of trying to get my crap together to shower at the YMCA using a flashlight at 5am combined with the panic attack about not being able to use the coffee maker had me so overwhelmed I just reset the alarm for 7 and went back to sleep. 

When I woke up for the second time (something like 7:30), Eric was nice enough walk to Starbucks and get me a Venti coffee so that I could survive long enough to stop at Dunkin Donuts for more coffee on my way to work. I should have just had him get me two coffees but the lack of that kind of smart thinking is why I needed the coffee in the first place.

When I took my class outside for recess, I realized it was 60 degrees and sunny, so sitting on the bike trainer for an hour and a half once I got home would have been ludicrous. I raced home after the kids left, hopped on the bike, and got in 10 outdoor miles with Eric.  It was glorious. 



As soon as we got home I put the bike back on the trainer and knocked out another 50 minutes while watching Felicity. Eric made dinner and I loved life.


I actually didn't realize Eric was taking these pictures.
When faced with the possibility of amusing blog readers yet humiliating myself, of course I have to take one for the team. Full disclosure: When trying to use the word "ludicrous" in this post, I kept getting the wavy red lines, and no similar suggestions were coming up. I thought the rapper and the actual word were spelled the same, but when I turned to Google, everything that was coming up was related to the rapper. Then this happened:



None of those 75,600,000 suggestions was helpful, so I turned to Kara, who was able to help me spell the actual word correctly. Yup, I'd been trying to say riding the trainer would have been "ludacris" over and over....and over. And to think, when I got married, I probably couldn't have named even one single rapper.

12 comments:

  1. Haha, I love that you admitted the Ludacris/ludicrous dilemma. I have a feeling lots of people have typed that into Google before.

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  2. HAHAHA! I love that Kara is smarter than Google.

    Pop rock cupcakes sound awesome.

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    1. Damn straight I am, haha.

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    2. Confession: I didn't know how to spell it either, but I went to dictionary.com and entered in "ludacris" and then it was like "Did you mean "ludicrous" you idiot?"

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  3. I hate action movies too! Every time hubs forces me to watch one I force myself to fall asleep. Glad you got some good rides in and yoga too, I need to start doing yoga again!

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  4. I'm going to say that Sunday counted as a real race effort. Remember your heart rate? Also, I was really sore after, so it counts. :)

    I love action movies, especially the kind that involve ass kicking.

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  5. After you bashed Bruce Willis, I wanted to stop reading. I love action and I love him.

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    1. Me too! I have loved him long time!

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  6. I like action movies, and Bruce Willis, AND angry birds. Pop rock cupcakes? Hmm..I'm skeptical. Were they delicious?

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  7. even though it wasn't technically a HM, you definitely raced. that's how my legs felt last monday after running in the snow on sat and sun.

    i can't stand the NY resolutioners clogging up all the classes. my 6AM (yes, AM) barre class is packed. go away!!!!

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  8. You look very focused in the picture on the bike. Focused on the bike or engrossed in Felicity?

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  9. Bruce Willis is ok, I guess. I really can't talk since I secretly loved National Treasure. And I hope you didn't drink Mountain Dew with those cupcakes since it'll make your stomach explode like that kid from the Life cereal commercial.

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