Catching up

It would be a great favor to me if someone could please, PLEASE, help me remove that Maroon 5 song "Moves Like Jagger" out of my brain permanently.  I'm going on day 3 of that overly infectious pop tune being stuck in my cranium like stink on a pig. People at work have come over to my desk to speak to me, but I can't for the life of me hear what anyone is saying when the only sound in my head is "Moo-OOO-OOO-OOO-oooves like Jagger!"

Recovery from the Indianapolis Monumental Half Marathon is moving along quite nicely. In fact, I don't even feel like I need to do anything out of the ordinary to recoup. I ran a faster-than-normal 3 miles on Monday night and my only complaint is that the tops of my feet were really stiff and sore.  I asked Mandy if she thought it was just the result of the repetitive motion of my feet hitting concrete during the race, but she more or less thinks I just tied my shoes too tight that day. And that's probably what happened. Leave it to me to find a way to injure myself before the race even starts. However, in my defense, I tied my shoes extra tight to keep them from flying off my feet in a fit of joy while I was PR'ing.

I plan on running again tonight as well and am more or less just going to continue to pursue the same schedule I've had for the past year or so, but obviously I'll be cutting down on my mileage a bit. That will be nice.  As much as I love the whole experience of training for a race, it's going to be a very welcome change of pace to just run for fun and fitness again ... that is, until training picks up again in March for the 2012 One America 500 Festival Half Marathon!

In other news, my precious little beagle boy is 7 years old today! 7! Can you believe that? Gosh, I sure can't. I still remember the day I picked up from the breeder before returning to my mom's house for summer break after my freshman year of college. I know all fur mommies say this, but Joey was, without a doubt, the cutest puppy on the planet.  At only 6 months old, he already had his adult ears that were way too big for his head and fell in front of his eyes every time he put his nose to the ground. Taking him home with me that day made me feel complete.  There was never a day that my family didn't have a dog, but this was the first time that a dog was mine and mine alone.  And trust me, Joey has definitely been living the life of an only child. I can't wait to go to the grocery store tonight and pick him up a box of frozen doggie treats I accidentally almost bought for myself last year (I'd never heard of ice cream treats for dogs and the packaging was really misleading). Yeah, he's starting to get white on his face, but Joey is still as spunky, as ever and I'm so thankful God saw Clay and I fit to take care of the little goofball.

I'd also like to report that the townhouse is 99% put together, and it's starting to look more like an actual house and less like the aftermath of an atomic bomb. The other night Clay was relaxing in his recliner when he looked over at me on the couch and said, "I really like it here."  And I do, too. It's home now. I was a little reluctant to love it at first because I'm very much a creature of habit and had a surprisingly amount of difficulty saying goodbye to our dinky, old apartment, but the new place has definitely grown on me.  In fact, I'm kind of in love with the way we put together some of the rooms.  Clay's and my bedroom is perfect now that he hung a rack on the wall for my race medals.  We tried to decorate everything minimally and that made for a really laid back, chill atmosphere.  It's making me really excited for this upcoming weekend, the first weekend we haven't had anywhere to go or anything to do or anyone to see since September, and I can't wait to be lazy with my hubby in our cozy new home.

Softball will be winding down in the next week or so.  That is, if the weather will cooperate.  The season was supposed to be over on October 20th, but thanks to a whole slue of rainy days, many of the games were postponed (and that includes games that we're still trying to make up from rain cancellations back in April).  But it keeps raining and of course, it keeps raining only on Thursdays when we're supposed to play.  We've been joking around that at this rate, we're going to be trying to play these make-up games while we're standing in snow!

Now that the incredible busyness we've been experiencing since late August is finally starting to fizzle, I'm already making plans on what I want to do next (there's no rest with me).  I thought about organizing another volleyball team for the winter league, but I've put my feelers out a few times and don't think I have enough girls to put together a solid team.  So then I debated on picking up a new fitness class.  But I can't afford hot yoga anymore now that they're rate special is over, and I want something a bit more challenging and a lot less sweaty (although I'm totes getting a yoga DVD to use at home because the deep stretching feels amazing).  I looked into a kickboxing class and asked a friend to join me, so we'll see where that leads.

But I also want to get into things that don't involve exercise because if I devote too many hobbies to fitness, I'm only setting myself up for more problems with exercise bulimia. I've been talking Clay's ear off about how much I want to write and how more than anything I want to be able to write for a living.  But then he asks me the proverbial, "So why aren't your writing?" and I read him a whole page of excuses including how busy I am with marathon training, or how tired I am after a long day at work, or that don't know what to write about, or that I'm worried I'll never be good enough, or how writing a book takes a lot of time and energy that could be spent eating cake or spending personal time with my Kitchen Aid mixer.  It's a bunch of bologna, and he knows that ... and I know that.  I'm just a big chicken.

I'm afraid to put so much time and energy into something that may never be read by another human being. I'm terrified to sit down in front of my laptop and discover I have a severe case of writer's block and don't have the capability to write anything beyond my blog about toenails and running-induced diarrhea.  What would I do if it turns out I'm completely horrible at the biggest aspiration I have for myself?

But then again ...

"The only real failure in life 
is the failure to try."

I did some research a few days ago and found several essay and short fiction contests.  I'm considering rewriting a short story I wrote in high school and starting to submit it online. I don't expect to win anything, but I would just greatly welcome the opportunity to have my work read by an experienced author or someone who knows good literature. You never know what kind of doors that may open. It might not open any, but hey, at least I can say I tried, right?

***Stay tuned for a link to my official recap of the Indianapolis Monumental Half marathon at the Perspectives running blog!


  1. That song is always stuck in my head too! It's starting to make me hate it!

    Happiest of Birthdays to Sir Joseph! Not spoil him rotten Mommy!


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