Thursday, July 31, 2008

Riding the runner's high

That's where I was at 5:30am on Wednesday morning.

Tuesday was not the best. I figured out that pretty much everyone (but one) was not going to be able to make book club that evening. I guess these things happen for a reason... it was actually not that bad of a thing, since I had really done nothing to prepare (other than cleaning, which really needed to be done anyway) but it was still kind of depressing. I came home after work and did a little bit of pouting, in my own way (which consisted of drinking a couple of beers at 3 in the afternoon.)

After that, I got off my duff, and made a nice dinner for Eric and I, then I started packing for my trip to Alexandria, (MN) for meetings and team building golf.

And I hated the way that everything I put on made me look.

I have been slacking in the food department lately. I had been writing things down, and trying to be conscious of what I was eating... and the scale went down a couple of pounds, but then I just started to not care again.

I now care again. But DAMN! I hate watching what I eat.

So I got up at 4:45 on Wednesday, and ran 4 miles. And at the end, when the endorphins were kicking in, I pushed it, and rode my runner's high as long as I could. It felt great. I shall be repeating it tomorrow morning.

(I didn't go out this morning, because after a 4 mile run, a 2.5 hour drive, a meeting, a round of golf, 4 light beers, a dinner in the park, and finally being able to check into my hotel room around 8:30pm, I couldn't see my way to drag my arse out of bed. I know. Excuses will get you no where.)

On another note - I got something interesting in the mail today. I couldn't figure out who was sending me a package that felt like a catalog... so I open it up, and there is a memory card from a funeral. The gentleman we bought our house from (well, actually his kids moved him out and sold the house) passed away on June 15th. There was also a catalog and a note in the package. It read:

Dear Anneke
A while ago you kindly sent an important letter on to my father. He was happy to receive it as this information had somehow been misplaced. He had asked me to send you some steaks as a thank-you.
Sadly, Dad was in poor health this year and passed away on Father's Day. I am eclosing a gift certificate so you can make your own choices... and maybe think of Dad when you are out grilling on the patio he built.
Thank you for your kind actions.

And enclosed in the note was a gift certificate for $200.

All this for doing something I thought was no big deal, and something that was what should have been done. I forwarded on information on a life insurance policy. I guess it just goes to show you, what goes around, comes around.

On that note, it's off to bed, so I can get up and get another high in the morning!

Saturday, July 26, 2008

A word to describe my run this morning

that would be:


I feel just great. 7.03 miles. I walked for a little bit, twice, to drink some water, but I averaged about 5 miles per hour. And when I was done, I felt like I could run more. I even gave it a good kick at the end.

This is why I run. Because it makes me feel strong, healthy, and that I can leap tall buildings. Nothing is impossible!

Yeah, Anneke's in a good mood today.

Eric's out fishing, and I have a ton of laundry to tackle today. I'll get that sorted and started, then I have some projects I want to work on: Pillows for the benches outside, look for the fabric and pattern for a new Renaissance outfit, and work on an afgahn.

And I think I might know why my fountain keeps losing water - more to come on that!


Thursday, July 24, 2008


I feel like I have nothing to say as of late.

Things are things. And that's that.

Yeah, I know - criptic much?

I am signed up to run a half marathon in October. I have not been running as much as I should - but I'm still feeling the woes of the hip pull. I definately feel it when I run, and it hurts, but not that bad. And after I get some distance under my shoes, it feels better.

Then the next day, I am stiff and sore. I feel old. I sit for a bit, then when I get up, I walk hunched over until my back straightens out. It really sucks.

I did go for a pretty good run on Saturday. Went around Harriet and Calhoun. My garmin said it was 6.85 miles. Which is further than I have run since last summer, when the knee injury in August wrote an end to my marathon training. Sunday, my friend Quinn and I went kayaking from Calhoun to Lake of the Isles, to Cedar Lake, to Beaver Lake and back. It was a beautiful and gorgeous day, and I can see why people like to kayak so much.

I have been home all week (not traveling), and have worked on getting the fountain next to the patio shaped up and running. I cleaned, and etched, and plugged, and dry-locked the basin. Tonight I put water in it, and hooked up the pump. It looks like it still loses water though. I don't know what else I can do to fix it. I guess I just keep putting more water in it when it is running, so I don't ruin the pump. I am very excited to have people over for book club next Tuesday to have someone other than myself enjoy it!

Today was a really long day, mentally. I did get a nice sushi lunch out of it though - if there is one silver lining to it. Yeah, I got deposed this afternoon, for something at work, which I really can't discuss, because that is the way it goes. But, our council told me that I did a good job. I listened to the questions, and just answered the question that was asked. He said that he does not give praise lightly, and that I deserved it. It was still exhausting.

Oh yeah, and I had a couple of job interviews last week.

Heard from one that "my qualifications did not match their needs as closely as other candidates". Which I think is okay, since it is headquarted on the other side of town, and has up to 50% travel.

Still waiting to hear back from the other, which was a phone interview. I really want that job. I know I would do a good job there. Keep your fingers crossed, and sent me some good vibes that they call me in for a face-to-face interview, where I can convince them to hire me.

I suppose. Off to get some rest, so I can run in the morning... since the best of intentions to exercise after work just don't seem to pan out. Too many other distractions!


Thursday, July 03, 2008

What do you mean I can't run?

Well, I kind of thought that yesterday.

I got up again at 5 to do 4 miles. My hip was a bit sore, but I thought it was because I was just a little sore from running.

It hurt pretty much all day. I would get up from my desk and limp around the office.

Then I went to the chiropractor (had the appointment made already) and told him I thought I had pulled a muscle in my hip.

And then some. He said I had pulled the hip, the gluteal and some of the erector abdominals. Asked if I had been running hills. My answer? Well there are hills on my run, but nothing unusual - it's my usual route. He wasn't sure how I had managed to do what I had done... but thinking on it, it's the same hip I fell on Saturday, when I tipped over on my bike. I probably did something then, then aggrivated it by running.

So, no running for a bit. He did say I could bike. So that is what I will be doing. Good thing I like doing that too!

It is now day 3 of journaling, and staying within my points. We went to my MIL's house last night to visit, and she served us desert - a huge slice of angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream. I ate the strawberries. And gave the rest to my husband.

As of this morning, the scale showed me down to 188. Sunday, it said I was 194.

I'm gonna try to be "good" this weekend, and not throw random alcohol and crap into my system. I will be going with journal in hand, with plans to ride my bike every day.

No coasting.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

4 slow ones

Miles that is.

I averaged about 4.7 mph this morning on my run. And it was good. Glad I got out of bed at 5am. Glad I didn't crawl back in bed. Glad that I still can do it. Baby steps. I could have run faster, but I didn't want to. And I ran the whole way. All 51 minutes.

I had quite the mental chat with myself this morning too. I headed out the door sans mp3 player, and enjoyed the surroundings. And I gave myself a pep talk that I have been needing. One of the reasons I wanted to lose weight in the previous round, was so that I could run, and do active things, and not feel like I was killing myself. Nothing good comes to you without challenges. I kept thinking of this quote: "It's supposed to be hard. If it wasn't hard, everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great."

So the new motto? No coasting.

As in - get off your ass and do something about it. Quit whining, and do what you know needs to be done. And quit feeling sorry for yourself.

Yeah, I gave myself a much needed kick in the ass. At this point it is working, I just need to get into the habit again. I have a plan. And that's how it begins.

Oh yeah, and a goal of wearing this really hot red velvet spagetti strap gown to my friend's wedding in August. 'Cause I can be a hot babe if I work at it. I want my husband to tell me I look "dangerous" again.