Monthly Archives: February 2012

Jamaica, C25K, & Other Random Stuff

Wow, it’s been a while.  I guess I just haven’t been motivated to blog.  There’s only so much whining even I can do… and, believe it or not, it does happen upon occasion that not everything sucks.  But I’m paranoid about actually saying so, since it seems that every time I acknowledge a good thing, it gets snatched away from me.

Brief recap of what’s been going on in my oh-so-exciting life: I went to Jamaica, got certified as an Advanced Open Water diver, finished C25K.  In a nutshell.

This is the view with which I had to contend on the vacation which served to get me away from my cousin-crammed house:

I could live with that every day, no problem.  On my last morning there, I woke up early to get photos of the sunrise.  I was cranky at first, because it wasn’t cooperating, but after I hung around for an hour (sure, I’ll lounge around on the beach for an hour, difficult as that may be), it did pay off.

It was beautiful.  And I might have been slightly less cranky if A) I weren’t about to leave for home, and B) I weren’t so tired!  Diving all day, every day, for three days in a row is strangely exhausting.

Not to mention mentally draining, because for the first time ever, I had massive problems equalizing my ears.  I guess the cold and congestion with which my mom gifted me last month hadn’t gone away completely… but thank goodness, even though it took longer than usual, I did eventually get down there.  Being able to clear my ears was especially important, because I needed a deep dive for my certification (I actually wound up doing two), and if I couldn’t clear my ears at twenty feet… yeah, that’s a problem.

100+ feet, ears still intact.  Phew.  That was close.

I ran home.

Ha, ha, ha.  I actually thought it was highly amusing, but that’s just me.  (Speed = 501 MPH, in case you can’t figure out what you’re seeing there.)  Actually, the fact that I even had a Garmin with me was exciting enough, because it means I was able to run on my vacation!  And get lost.  And encounter goats.  And wonder what possessed me to think I like running in the heat… though I think it’s the abrupt temperature changes that get to me, not the heat itself.

I finished C25K, and my race calendar is filling up.  I am determined to not do too much, too soon — it’s going to take me three months to get from where I am now to running 20 miles a week.  But I forfeited it this year, and I am not letting my own stupidity get between me and the Jerusalem Marathon in 2013.

That was the first time since before my fractures that I ran over four miles.  Those are raindrops, but they may as well have been tears of joy — I am that thrilled.

I’m also terrified that I’m going to fall apart at any given moment without provocation, but that’s another story for another day.

Oh, and I bought a crock pot.  Finally.  I’ve been wanting one for years.

I made oatmeal in it.

Actually, I made oatmeal it in several times, but this is just the only one that actually looks at all appealing — I can’t seem to get the ratio of liquid measurements : cooking time down.

I also finally bit the bullet and switched the pedals on my bike.

I’m terrified that I am going to fall over and break a leg.  See above: fear of falling apart without provocation.

Aaaaand I feel like shutting up now.



Earlier this week, I attended my nephew’s bar mitzvah.  I hate such events, because I am a social retard, but since I had to go anyway, I figured I would attempt to make the best of the situation.

Big.  Fat.  Mistake.  (Oh, hey — just like me!)

I had gone to yoga earlier that day, and I had biked there and back, so I was delightfully sore in a good way.  Of course, I still thought I was fat, but not as repulsively huge as I could have… and, not wanting to ruin that, I specifically chose to wear the dress I had made for another nephew’s bar mitzvah, because I had literally just gotten out of IP a week before that, and I weighed more then than I do now, so the fit should not have been a problem.

My mom zipped me up, snagging the zipper, of course, because she always does, and off I toddled on my ridiculously sky-high but awesome-looking and insanely uncomfortable heels.  Because I was wearing these contraptions, I parked my butt on a chair and didn’t move it.  The fact that I just couldn’t bring myself to eat there wasn’t as big of a disaster as it could have been, because I had a feeling that would happen and so I made sure to eat something beforehand.  But it’s still disappointing, because I haven’t had such a hard time with something like that for a while.

And then, the zipper on this dress that I chose specifically because it is the only dress I own for which I thought I was not too fat, broke.  Which meant I had to go home, because even if I do have to wear a wrap thanks to the frigid temperatures in the hall, I am not interested in hanging around like that.  I wasn’t too sad to leave, obviously, but I would have preferred to have had it be under different circumstances.

It was not easy to get out of that blasted dress.  I couldn’t get the stupid zipper more than halfway down, so I had to pull it over my head — quite a feat, since the seamstress originally made the sleeves way too tight.  And then I pulled the zipper down, and back up, and it moved smooth as a dream.  All fixed!  Yeah, right — like I’m ever going to wear that thing again.

You know, zippers break.  I realize this.  However.  In all the years I’ve owned this dress, and in all the times I’ve worn it, it has never happened to me.  Or with any other dress, or article of clothing.  Because I wasn’t this fat all the other times I’ve worn it!!  Words cannot even describe how revolting I find myself.  Never again getting out of pajamas, or my bed, sounds like my idea of heaven.  I am mortified to be seen in public.

Thank goodness for small miracles — the next day was a C25K day, and I’m finally done with those annoying walk intervals.  I needed that run, badly.  Which is why I ran faster than I probably should have, but it was nice to learn that I could do that and not keel over in a pile of agony.

Except that that messed with my mind too (it’s pretty easy to mess with it when I get into such a space) — because if a = I didn’t eat enough yesterday, and b = I had a good run today, in my mind, b is automatically a result of a.

That kind of screws with my “I’m only doing this because I want to run” motivation, you know?

And just to round this out nicely, I am also selfish, self-centered, “not well,” and in need of a psychiatrist.  Thank you, Mother Dearest.  I can always count on you to make me feel better.

Legions of relatives begin descending today.  They will be living in the hotel that is my house for the next two weeks.  Hence my vacation next week… I should have gone away for the duration of their stay, even if I can’t afford it.  My precarious mental status is worth that much.

Eleven Things

I was tagged by Katie to do this survey, so here goes.

Here are the survey rules:

#1: You must post these rules.
#2: Each person must post 11 things about themselves on their blog.
#3: Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.

Eleven things, huh?… I don’t think I can come up with two interesting things about myself, let alone eleven!!  Which is why I’ve probably mentioned some of these in the past, but I’m too lazy to go back and check.

  1.  English was not my first language.
  2. When I was little, I had Shirley Temple corkscrew curls.  My mom had them cut when I was five.  I looked like a boy.  I had an afro while it was growing back… and I am still traumatized and hate getting my hair cut.
  3. I add salt to nearly everything.  I think it’s genetic; my mom never salts her chicken soup because she knows everyone will add salt without even tasting it!
  4. Paintball shooting fascinates me.  (Less fascinating are the resulting bruises that take weeks to fade.)
  5. When I was younger, my mom used to take my brother and me to the library every Friday so that we could check out books to read over the weekend.  My mom and brother would take two books each.  At the time, there was a ten-book limit per card, so I had to spread out my selections among the three of us.  And yes, I read them all.
  6. Along the same lines, to prove what a geek I am, when I was in the seventh grade my parents punished me by revoking my library privileges.  (I know.  I know!!)
  7. I love wind chimes.  There is a house on one of my running routes that has one out front, and every time I pass by it makes me smile.
  8. I got stitches in my head when I was four — apparently, jumping on beds is not a safe activity.  Who knew?
  9. The first time we had a quince, we all thought it was horrible.  Then I found out it isn’t supposed to be eaten raw.  Oh.  (And thus began the custom of Googling strange produce prior to consumption.)
  10. I am supposedly a “miracle baby.”
  11. I can wiggle my ears.  Which I only learned by accident in trying to teach myself to raise one eyebrow (which I can now do, too).

And now for Katie’s questions for me…

1. What made you start blogging?  I don’t even know… some misguided notion that my life is interesting?!  (I’m kidding.)  It’s really just easier to type than to write in a journal.  Even though I still do the latter, because there are some things I don’t care to splash all over the internet.
2. What’s the craziest (fun crazy, not crazy crazy!) thing you’ve ever done? I don’t do crazy things!  Unless you count diving and parasailing, which I don’t.  I’d love to go skydiving and bungee jumping, though…
3. When was the last time you laughed until it hurt, and why?  Is it really sad that I just don’t remember?  Really, I haven’t got a clue.
4. Are you a morning or evening person?  Morning all the way!  I’m an old lady.  If I’m not in bed by 11.00, I’m useless the next day.  Well, more so than usual.
5. This has been asked before, but I don’t care, it’s interesting – who would you invite to your ideal dinner party and why? Nobody “famous” or anything.  I’d actually just invite my grandparents.  Partly because my maternal grandmother was an awesome cook and I miss her.  And I want to meet my paternal grandfather, since I never did — he died before I was born.
6. What did you want to be when you grow up?  At various times, various things!  The pretty constant one, though, was a writer.  And my mom tells me that I said I wanted to be a librarian, but I have no recollection of that.
7. What do you want to be now? Are you already there or working towards it? I want to get my Dive Master certification and open my own dive shop on a tropical island, but… yeah, I don’t see that happening anytime soon!
8. Order or chaos? Order!!!  Chaos makes me want to scream and cry.
9. Science or art? Art, I suppose, since I am an abysmal failure in the science department.
10. What’s your favourite thing to eat for breakfast? That’s a hard one!… I love too many breakfast foods to choose just one, so I will default to what I had this morning: English muffin cinnamon French toast.

11. Do you find asking questions or answering them easier? Answering, provided they’re not open-ended questions.  (Um, like these?)

And that’s my oh-so-exciting post!  I won’t bother tagging anyone else, since, well, pretty much everyone has already done this.