Last day!! Today was my last day running. I woke up after my 6 mile triumph and spent the morning attached to ravelry and feeling great.
The day was rough though. I had to manhandle a broken cart, a crazy Ada and a latte down the street for a mile to get to Target so I could return the cart since it was stupid and broke after owning it for an hour. Since Ross was right on the corner I stopped in and checked to see if they had a Granny cart since I still wanted one that wouldn't fall apart after an hour of use. I found a black granny cart, and two picture frames that I wanted to grab.
The problem was that the cart was not assembled. This meant that I was sitting on a bench trying to assemble a cart without tools while keeping the crazy dog sitting next to me. Of course tons of people are afraid of the Ada-dog, so anytime she would look up at someone or she would adjust her position someone would move away from her.
I only got a block before one of the wheels fell off, thankfully I found the parts and put it together again. I just hadn't put the pin in properly. When I got home I sorted through my dog pictures and grabbed a print from my girlfriend and put them all in frames. It's nice to frame some of the pics I've had for a while. Unfortunately I got a phone call while I was working. I didn't get the job at Trader Joe's. So that was frustrating. I don't want to talk too much about it.
So I got all the laundry together. It was more than I expected and my bag ripped. So I dumped some of the extra laundry in my new cart. This included the bleach and detergent. The elevator door kept closing on me and it was hard to get all the laundry downstairs without bruises. As soon as I got off the elevator, I noticed a puddle of bleach.
Yeah. It wasn't closed properly. So I had to dig the bleach out of the clothes pile, which of course took forever, then I had to retrace my steps and clean up all the bleach. Yeah. I missed some. It had dripped into my shoe. My shoe! Of course I tried to try on my shoe and got bleach on the carpet. I switched socks and went downstairs to change the laundry, stepped into a giant puddle. I hate having wet socks.
When Dave got home I got to go for my run. I went for two miles, and had this irritating pain in my heels. When I dragged myself into the apartment I had to leave again since I still had to get the laundry out of the dryer. After getting the laundry into the basket I do my best to shove the door open and it closes on my heel. It hurt so bad.
Now I'm hanging with a beer and looking forward to a day off. A real day off. I will not exercise. But I probably will be walking a bunch like normal. I just want no not hurt for a little bit. Tomorrow I'll decide what I will do for my 30 days in November. If you have a vote let me know! The list is on day one, so take a look and let me know. I won't be able to do the piano (no money for a piano keyboard atm) or roller skating (saving that for summer).
I'll also take a look at what I learned when I'm not as grumpy at doors trying to kill me, bleach ruining my life, and the heavy things and the dog trying to drag me down hills.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
28/30 & 29/30: Jogging
29/30
So I am probably going to die. There is no way I should be feeling this good.
"How good do you feel?" You might ask.
"Hella good!" I would tell you.
I feel like dancing my butt off. In fact I was just recently dancing. You know that move where you jump high up in the air, throwing your arms up and kicking your feet to the side? Looks a lot like this. I was doing that jump too.
"Ronja! Why do you think you are going to die?" You might ask next.
Well there is no way I should feel this good. No way in the world. I spent the day walking 4 miles through the city and got blisters. Then when it was time for my run I thought I would be hurting. Nope. In fact I felt so great that I never dropped to a walk or even slowed down much. I did 6 miles in 60 min and 20 sec.
That's 10min and 3.3 seconds per mile. Woohoo! Oh yeah. I'm practically a robot.
So yeah, I'm going to die because I liked it. And still feel like dancing and this was all after a long day and blisters and Lucky Charms for dinner. I was only going to do two miles...
28/30
On Sunday I felt rather crappy. I woke up crazy sore and way too early. My lovely boyfriend and I went with our friends on a road trip! After a Safeway stop for supplies, we took a lovely and meandering road through beautiful redwood forests, lovely rolling hills, and stunning ocean views. (I got to eat pumpkin bread while enjoying this as well!)
I always get carsick, so I made sure to take a motion sickness pill long before I even looked at a car. It was my second to last one and I was saving the other one for the way home. Of course this is also the one time that everyone else decided that they were going to be motion sick for the first time ever. *rolls her eyes* I think they enjoy being contrary and making fun of me.
When we got to the oyster bay place everyone was glad to pile out of the car. We set up at a trestle table while the boys went to get our oysters. Unfortunately we were being plagued by yellow jackets. I decided the only way for them to take me seriously as a foe was to hunt them down. So I set a trap. I used my soda to lure them, one by one, to me. Then I grabbed them with a napkin and squished them. I vanquished two of my foes thusly! A third one downed in leftover ginger ale. I can't take credit for that.
The men folk got back from their mission to get oysters with 2 dozen of the biggest things I have ever seen and two nasty ass wet shucking gloves. >_< These oysters were huge!
You can see I wasn't kidding. My friend won't eat oysters, but enjoyed giggling like a 12 year old while I made faces and slurped them down lasciviously. To make her and my boyfriend a bit more satisfied we also had cheese, fresh baked bread and a grill onto which we puts steaks and several of the oysters.
There was a steak, with melty cheese on toasted bread for everyone. (Yum!) The grilled oysters had a dash of hot sauce, sprinkle of bread crumbs on butter on them. Then they were grilled till the oyster started pulling away from the shell. My boyfriend, who had decided that raw oysters aren't as awesome as all that, quite liked them prepared this way. I felt they rather good and easy to consume. In the end we all felt that it was a great experiment to have a grill available and decided we must put together a picnic basket for next time.
The ride home took forever!! We got to stop at a nice yarn store, but I didn't buy anything since I had finally decided to use a yarn I've been saving for six months. I wish I could have stopped at some of the trails we passed in the redwood forest. I like it so much and it makes me happy and I have not even once gotten to go for a walk in a forest since I've been here. Paved everything all the time.
I procrastinated going for my run till it was dark and when I finally went, it was rather awful. My ankles hurt and my thighs were burning from the hills and the heavy six miles I had done on Saturday. I wanted to like it, but that two miles was irritating and making me wish that I hadn't committed to this.
Now between last night and how badly Saturday went I was actually not looking forward to todays run, but that's how it is sometimes.
So I am probably going to die. There is no way I should be feeling this good.
"How good do you feel?" You might ask.
"Hella good!" I would tell you.
Hella good!
I feel like dancing my butt off. In fact I was just recently dancing. You know that move where you jump high up in the air, throwing your arms up and kicking your feet to the side? Looks a lot like this. I was doing that jump too.
"Ronja! Why do you think you are going to die?" You might ask next.
Well there is no way I should feel this good. No way in the world. I spent the day walking 4 miles through the city and got blisters. Then when it was time for my run I thought I would be hurting. Nope. In fact I felt so great that I never dropped to a walk or even slowed down much. I did 6 miles in 60 min and 20 sec.
That's 10min and 3.3 seconds per mile. Woohoo! Oh yeah. I'm practically a robot.
So yeah, I'm going to die because I liked it. And still feel like dancing and this was all after a long day and blisters and Lucky Charms for dinner. I was only going to do two miles...
28/30
On Sunday I felt rather crappy. I woke up crazy sore and way too early. My lovely boyfriend and I went with our friends on a road trip! After a Safeway stop for supplies, we took a lovely and meandering road through beautiful redwood forests, lovely rolling hills, and stunning ocean views. (I got to eat pumpkin bread while enjoying this as well!)
I always get carsick, so I made sure to take a motion sickness pill long before I even looked at a car. It was my second to last one and I was saving the other one for the way home. Of course this is also the one time that everyone else decided that they were going to be motion sick for the first time ever. *rolls her eyes* I think they enjoy being contrary and making fun of me.
When we got to the oyster bay place everyone was glad to pile out of the car. We set up at a trestle table while the boys went to get our oysters. Unfortunately we were being plagued by yellow jackets. I decided the only way for them to take me seriously as a foe was to hunt them down. So I set a trap. I used my soda to lure them, one by one, to me. Then I grabbed them with a napkin and squished them. I vanquished two of my foes thusly! A third one downed in leftover ginger ale. I can't take credit for that.
The men folk got back from their mission to get oysters with 2 dozen of the biggest things I have ever seen and two nasty ass wet shucking gloves. >_< These oysters were huge!
Huge!!
You can see I wasn't kidding. My friend won't eat oysters, but enjoyed giggling like a 12 year old while I made faces and slurped them down lasciviously. To make her and my boyfriend a bit more satisfied we also had cheese, fresh baked bread and a grill onto which we puts steaks and several of the oysters.
Oh life is full of good food!
There was a steak, with melty cheese on toasted bread for everyone. (Yum!) The grilled oysters had a dash of hot sauce, sprinkle of bread crumbs on butter on them. Then they were grilled till the oyster started pulling away from the shell. My boyfriend, who had decided that raw oysters aren't as awesome as all that, quite liked them prepared this way. I felt they rather good and easy to consume. In the end we all felt that it was a great experiment to have a grill available and decided we must put together a picnic basket for next time.
Grilled and Good!
The ride home took forever!! We got to stop at a nice yarn store, but I didn't buy anything since I had finally decided to use a yarn I've been saving for six months. I wish I could have stopped at some of the trails we passed in the redwood forest. I like it so much and it makes me happy and I have not even once gotten to go for a walk in a forest since I've been here. Paved everything all the time.
I procrastinated going for my run till it was dark and when I finally went, it was rather awful. My ankles hurt and my thighs were burning from the hills and the heavy six miles I had done on Saturday. I wanted to like it, but that two miles was irritating and making me wish that I hadn't committed to this.
Now between last night and how badly Saturday went I was actually not looking forward to todays run, but that's how it is sometimes.
Life is good!
Sunday, October 28, 2012
27/30: Jogging... More Hills
On Saturday my intent was to go a nice five miles at a steady pace with maybe one or two walking breaks. I got dressed all nice and cute and was ready to tackle the day! It didn't go the way I planned. At all.
My downfall was that I wanted to try a new route. Usually I walk 4 blocks uphill and then I have several blocks that are decently flat at the very top of Nob Hill and about three weird laps makes a 2 miles.
I wanted variety!
I wanted to run by the bay!
I wanted something pretty!
I wanted to kill myself apparently!
It was awful. Truly a dumb decision. The hills were so steep on the way down I was afraid of running them too fast because tripping and falling would have meant serious injuries. Plus I had to go up hills to get to the bay. Then I was at Fisherman's Wharf. The fried food smell was gross. I had a full half mile of trying not to gag and run. Then there were the tourists. Everywhere. I don't dislike tourists, but I also don't usually try to run though a crowd of them. Not their fault that I have ill thought out ideas.
It wasn't all bad. I had some great views. The hills are good for building character. (Yeah right!) I got to pet a pretty dog. I got to see Alcatraz Island. I got to watch the last of the fog lift off the Golden Gate Bridge. I got to see other attractive people jogging. ^_~
I got 5 miles of jogging in. In fact I got a lot more than that in. I did a total of 6.5 miles. I walked the steepest hills. I did get tired and walk some other parts too, but at least 5 of those miles were at a jogging pace. I would go all giddy about the mileage, but I didn't feel as good doing those miles as I did last weeks 5. So I do have a new record for how far I've jogged.
Unfortunately there were a couple of other problems that plagued my run. I had a stitch in my side for at least half a mile that happened earlier in the week as well. I also felt really slow. So many other people kept passing me. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing really well, and then I see how good other people are and I get discouraged. Plus I had a really hard time keeping a steady pace and it was driving me nuts.
After the fact, which involved walking back UP the insanely steep hills, I was thinking about how I feel like I'm not that great at running, but I have to give myself a break. I've only been running for 27 days and I can't expect to be great at something I am so new at. Simply being competent, not hurting myself, as well as being able to enjoy something I previously hated, is darn good progress in 4 weeks.
Looking cute for my run. (Yes I did my makeup!)
My downfall was that I wanted to try a new route. Usually I walk 4 blocks uphill and then I have several blocks that are decently flat at the very top of Nob Hill and about three weird laps makes a 2 miles.
I wanted variety!
I wanted to run by the bay!
I wanted something pretty!
I wanted to kill myself apparently!
It was awful. Truly a dumb decision. The hills were so steep on the way down I was afraid of running them too fast because tripping and falling would have meant serious injuries. Plus I had to go up hills to get to the bay. Then I was at Fisherman's Wharf. The fried food smell was gross. I had a full half mile of trying not to gag and run. Then there were the tourists. Everywhere. I don't dislike tourists, but I also don't usually try to run though a crowd of them. Not their fault that I have ill thought out ideas.
It wasn't all bad. I had some great views. The hills are good for building character. (Yeah right!) I got to pet a pretty dog. I got to see Alcatraz Island. I got to watch the last of the fog lift off the Golden Gate Bridge. I got to see other attractive people jogging. ^_~
I got 5 miles of jogging in. In fact I got a lot more than that in. I did a total of 6.5 miles. I walked the steepest hills. I did get tired and walk some other parts too, but at least 5 of those miles were at a jogging pace. I would go all giddy about the mileage, but I didn't feel as good doing those miles as I did last weeks 5. So I do have a new record for how far I've jogged.
Unfortunately there were a couple of other problems that plagued my run. I had a stitch in my side for at least half a mile that happened earlier in the week as well. I also felt really slow. So many other people kept passing me. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing really well, and then I see how good other people are and I get discouraged. Plus I had a really hard time keeping a steady pace and it was driving me nuts.
Me- "I need more mini skirts"
Boyfriend- "For running?"
Me- "Of Course!"
After the fact, which involved walking back UP the insanely steep hills, I was thinking about how I feel like I'm not that great at running, but I have to give myself a break. I've only been running for 27 days and I can't expect to be great at something I am so new at. Simply being competent, not hurting myself, as well as being able to enjoy something I previously hated, is darn good progress in 4 weeks.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
26/30: Jogging
I started my Friday out with a job interview. I think it went well, but we'll see. I was so tired all day though.
When it got time to do my run I did two easy miles with the dog and went home. I have nothing motivational to say about it.
The rest of the day was spent watching Dancing with the Stars, and knitting. I like knitting!
I think this is my most boring and short post ever.
When it got time to do my run I did two easy miles with the dog and went home. I have nothing motivational to say about it.
The rest of the day was spent watching Dancing with the Stars, and knitting. I like knitting!
I think this is my most boring and short post ever.
Friday, October 26, 2012
25/30: Jogging Hills!
So I realized my count is off. Not sure when it happened, but I checked and I started on the first, so with today being the 26th it would be my 26th day of jogging. So since I'm blogging about yesterdays jog, it would be the 25th day out of my 30. That's what happens when I am crazy busy and have no time to update at the end of the day. And when I have no internet.
Yesterday I ran around the city running errands but still didn't get everything I wanted to done. Managed to go to the banks though. Since Ada came with me she got tons of exercise. Lots of places don't want her, but at Sports Basement she was able to get all her loving adoration from her fans.
I was so tired from all the walking that I didn't even want to go and run, but I told myself that I would be fine and that I could keep the distance short but that I still needed to push myself. This meant hills!!
I ran around my own block 8 times. This means the hill on one side of the block? Yeah, up it 8 times. *grins* I also got to fly down it 8 times on the opposite side of the block, which was very fun. I was counting every side of the block as a foe that I was defeating. That's 8 times around, times 4 sides of the block, which is 32 blocks. The last block just had to be the hill side. Didn't matter how I did it, since I live at the top of the hill I have to climb it to get home!
Why can't we live at the bottom of a hill? Or maybe where there are no hills? I miss New Orleans. No hills there. There are tons of hills in San Francisco. Tons! I guess it's kinda a thing around here. They suck so bad for running though. Why the hills? Why? Can't they just maybe be flat? Okay! This is how I feel about hills. Sorry.
There is a running group that meets at the Nike Store every Wednesday. They go 2-6 miles. I would have never guessed that I would have been able to run 6 miles, but at this point it wouldn't surprise me! Now the other problem is that they run hills... I now know that I don't like hills, but I can do them. I might reward myself for finishing my 30 day of jogging by going on the group run on day 31! It is Halloween though, so maybe I'll actually be a lazy pants and trick or treat.
Yesterday I ran around the city running errands but still didn't get everything I wanted to done. Managed to go to the banks though. Since Ada came with me she got tons of exercise. Lots of places don't want her, but at Sports Basement she was able to get all her loving adoration from her fans.
I was so tired from all the walking that I didn't even want to go and run, but I told myself that I would be fine and that I could keep the distance short but that I still needed to push myself. This meant hills!!
I ran around my own block 8 times. This means the hill on one side of the block? Yeah, up it 8 times. *grins* I also got to fly down it 8 times on the opposite side of the block, which was very fun. I was counting every side of the block as a foe that I was defeating. That's 8 times around, times 4 sides of the block, which is 32 blocks. The last block just had to be the hill side. Didn't matter how I did it, since I live at the top of the hill I have to climb it to get home!
Why can't we live at the bottom of a hill? Or maybe where there are no hills? I miss New Orleans. No hills there. There are tons of hills in San Francisco. Tons! I guess it's kinda a thing around here. They suck so bad for running though. Why the hills? Why? Can't they just maybe be flat? Okay! This is how I feel about hills. Sorry.
There is a running group that meets at the Nike Store every Wednesday. They go 2-6 miles. I would have never guessed that I would have been able to run 6 miles, but at this point it wouldn't surprise me! Now the other problem is that they run hills... I now know that I don't like hills, but I can do them. I might reward myself for finishing my 30 day of jogging by going on the group run on day 31! It is Halloween though, so maybe I'll actually be a lazy pants and trick or treat.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
25/30: Jogging and NOT Sick
After I had my delightful latte and sit down bagel with Nutella I went home with the dog and had lots of fun doing nothing. Since this was boring and I couldn't use internet on my phone to kill the boredom I went out of the door to fill out applications at the hospital across the street and the Trader Joe's. The hospital screens their volunteers rigorously (as in full background check). Trader Joe's called me back after an hour and a half of me dropping off the app. So I get to have a fun interview on Friday.
When I took the dog for a jog I was only going to go two miles, but we felt so good that it was just too easy and we went for three!
Then we got into a fight with a crazy man at the dog park who told me I should be careful because Doberman's can be vicious. After I told him that my dog is not vicious his dog jumped on Ada and tried to bite her while she was in my lap!
It's rather scary to have a dog attack happen in your lap. Really unsettling. I yelled at this man that his dog just bit Ada. Instead of apologizing, he told me that his dog should have bitten me! I cussed him out and wanted to punch him, but as I've only ever been in 2 fights and one was with my sister and the other one didn't involve punching I decided that maybe leaving would make more sense.
So I left.
While cussing.
Rather loudly.
I then spent almost an hour vibrating and feeling like I was stupid for not punching or suing or something. My girl let me get the yelling out and did what friends do best. She commiserated and made me feel less crazy and blamed it all on him. She also let me yell bunches till I felt better. Best therapy ever is having friends who know how to help you calm down but don't dismiss what happened either.
Don't know what I'm gonna do today. Maybe hills. It's been a week since I did hills I think.
When I took the dog for a jog I was only going to go two miles, but we felt so good that it was just too easy and we went for three!
Then we got into a fight with a crazy man at the dog park who told me I should be careful because Doberman's can be vicious. After I told him that my dog is not vicious his dog jumped on Ada and tried to bite her while she was in my lap!
It's rather scary to have a dog attack happen in your lap. Really unsettling. I yelled at this man that his dog just bit Ada. Instead of apologizing, he told me that his dog should have bitten me! I cussed him out and wanted to punch him, but as I've only ever been in 2 fights and one was with my sister and the other one didn't involve punching I decided that maybe leaving would make more sense.
So I left.
While cussing.
Rather loudly.
I then spent almost an hour vibrating and feeling like I was stupid for not punching or suing or something. My girl let me get the yelling out and did what friends do best. She commiserated and made me feel less crazy and blamed it all on him. She also let me yell bunches till I felt better. Best therapy ever is having friends who know how to help you calm down but don't dismiss what happened either.
Don't know what I'm gonna do today. Maybe hills. It's been a week since I did hills I think.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
23/30 & 24/30: Jogging and Food Posioning
23/30
So I haven't done much today outside of wake up, wash my face, get dressed in real clothing, do my makeup and go to the coffee shop, but I'm feeling great! (Especially now that I've finished my latte and whole wheat bagel with Nutella!) I'm so excited that I'm better!
AT&T is supposed to come over to our apt and do something with the phone lines so that I can have internet tomorrow. But they said that they can't guarantee a time, or that they'll call to get into the building. So I think what they're saying is I should wait on the steps in front of the building from 8am -8pm so that they can maybe get there eventually and not be inconvenienced by calling me to open up the apt for them. They are total poop heads.
So
it's a good bet that the sushi gave me food poisoning. It was
annoying. And it hurt too. Not the worst case ever, but my Monday
run was more of a shuffle. A very slow shuffle with the dog and an
umbrella. It was short too. Just a smidgen over a quarter mile. And
it hurt to even do that. Why do I do this?!
Mostly
because I didn't want to quit on day 23 or wherever I'm at. I spent the early afternoon with my friend at the doctors office and wishing the sick had waited another day, since it was important that I was there, but being sick was not so great.
24/30
The next day I refused to leave the apartment. I did the party dishes from Saturday. I cooked pork chop dinner. (Awesome! I wanted every week to have Pork Chop Monday, but when I asked my boyfriend, he pointed out that it was Tuesday...) I also watched Firefly and finished a scarf for a friend.
My run was a shuffle for 3 blocks and then a groaning walk back with the dog. Not so great.
25/30
So I haven't done much today outside of wake up, wash my face, get dressed in real clothing, do my makeup and go to the coffee shop, but I'm feeling great! (Especially now that I've finished my latte and whole wheat bagel with Nutella!) I'm so excited that I'm better!
AT&T is supposed to come over to our apt and do something with the phone lines so that I can have internet tomorrow. But they said that they can't guarantee a time, or that they'll call to get into the building. So I think what they're saying is I should wait on the steps in front of the building from 8am -8pm so that they can maybe get there eventually and not be inconvenienced by calling me to open up the apt for them. They are total poop heads.
I don't know what I'm gonna do for my run today, but I want to do three miles after the dummies come. I also need to get some Ada medicine.
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