The Pixie Dust Challenge 2017

Disney, Race Recap By May 22, 2017 Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , No Comments

Almost a year later, and one week before the Salt Lake Half, I was diagnosed with another stress fracture. This time it was in my shin. However, a shin fracture turns out to be something that heals WAY faster than a hip. No crutches, no sitting around on my butt, just a PREFERENCE that I not run on it while it was healing. AND it would ONLY take 3 weeks to heal. Which meant that although the doctor preferred I didn’t run the Salt Lake Half (I listened!) he had absolutely no concerns with me running the Tinker Bell Half.

I rode the stationary bike at the gym for three weeks, bought new shoes the week of the race, and had one (approved!) practice run before heading down to Anaheim. Walking around the expo (instead of on crutches and in a crappy mood) was super fun and I’m not being facetious. Instead of wishing I could crutch into a hole and die, I invisibly slipped from booth to booth looking at things and getting zero sympathy from random strangers who wanted to discuss various running ailments they’d had.

Coffee Table Books

Reading List By April 24, 2017 Tags: , , , , , , , , , , No Comments

For a very long time, we’ve had a sectional sofa with a matching storage ottoman. When we moved I was ready for nice sofas, sofas that weren’t turd brown with an ottoman that was collecting several years worth of foot cooties and food particles. But beyond that, I had the dream. We were out walking Bella on a nice fall day last year when I told Chad about my recently conceived ideal Sunday. It would start with us running, then having brunch, then (after showering of course) relaxing in the salon (living room) for him to watch sports shouting and me to peruse magazines and coffee table books.

I realized that in order for this fantasy to have a chance at becoming reality, we needed a coffee table. I wanted to display my many many many coffee table books that had inexcusably been living anywhere else in the house because I’ve never owned a coffee table.

Avengers Super Heroes Half Weekend 2016

Disney, Race Recap By November 21, 2016 Tags: , , , , , , , , No Comments

We showed up to the starting line and took lots of terrible pictures in the dark, said good luck to Chad (who was going for some kind of world record) and Crystal (who was in another corral), and went on our merry way. The race course was pretty similar to last year’s 10k, but it steered clear of Critter Country and Frontierland (no spoilers or behind the scenes on the new Star Wars Land for these runners!). Still we had plenty of time on park property, lots of Hero & Agents of SHIELD photo ops, and volunteers cheering us on.

Organized Kitchen Drawers

Organized By September 20, 2016 Tags: , , , , , , No Comments

I love drawer organizers. You need to understand how much I love drawer organizers. But the people who make them have a very weird idea about the specific sizes that drawers come in… and they are wrong. There are certain kinds of drawer organizers I like, and certain kinds of drawer organizers that fit the utensils we have, and making all of those things intersect into the perfect fit so that nothing is sliding around in the drawer every time you open it is a complicated and frustrating process. #FirstWorldProblems

Breathing

HA! By September 12, 2016 Tags: , , , , , , 1 Comment

I was so insanely excited to start using the “special treadmill for injured people”. I got into the most ridiculous looking machine you’ve ever seen, one designed to take the weight of gravity off my lower half, and I ran for 30 seconds and walked for 4 minutes and repeated that for as long as they would let me. I was deliriously happy. And then they told me I wasn’t progressing normally and needed to back off for another three weeks. I cried in the car on the way home from that PT visit because I had been holding on to that being my starting again point. The one shining beacon getting me through missing three races. And it was taken away. I was back to square one.

And it finally sunk in what I had refused to admit to myself: I didn’t know where or when my next run was going to be.