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Happy Halloween! We have a ton of candy and just realized we won’t be here tonight for any trick-or-treaters. Whoops! May have to make a pit stop at MIL to drop all this booty off before it goes on my bootie. Also, forgot to send my cards early this year so they may arrive tomorrow. Hey, that’s the real Halloween eve for us mexis anyway.

Man I’m so excited to finish up all my work and be free for two weeks! Eek! I think we/I have made all the necessary purchase sans N’s necessary alka seltzer box and an extra memory card for camera. Alls left is voting, washing and packing and cleaning our place up. That last one I’m not so excited about. Ugh, our dining table looks like it’s been hit with a hurricane of paper. Shit! Must call airline with passport information. Already confirmed all reservations and transportation to and from airport here in the EU.

So here’s something that I’ve been wanting to remind/say to my family but I think it may be a little dark/negative. Appropriate for American Halloween and Dia De Los Muertos eve + one day. I want to reiterate my wishes in case anything were to happen to me, i.e. funeral plans, no life support, etc. Heck, I’m even sending in a new beneficiary form for all my retirement/investment funds since they claim I never submitted one! Bastards. I also want to call and make sure the funds go to someone else in case something happens to my beneficiary too. What I really need to do is make a will but no one wants to take me serious. My family knows that I do not want to be buried but burned instead, they know I do not want life support, and so on. Everytime I have this conversation with any one of them they cut me off. They claim that I’m too young to be talking like that, that I’m being a downer but am I really? I don’t think so. Shit happens all the damn time and I just want to make sure that everyone is prepared and knows what to do. I read once about tips on preparing for events like this. One was to make sure your spouse knows where all important documents, bank accounts, bills are. The article even suggested making a list of everything. Yeah, I’ve had this convo with N and he gets all uncomfortable and changes the subject. It’s not like I’m a glass half empty type of girl but have seen far too much drama to not be worried. So, I’m kinda worried that all my conversations on these topics have lasted all but two minutes with my loved ones. Hopefully all 100 two minute talks will come to mind in case shit happens.

So have a safe, fun and happy Halloween!

The artwork above came from here.

Well my bronchitis is almost gone. Looks like now I just have to get rid of all the crap that built up in my throat. Gross.

This infection started last week on Monday, after the AR. Didn’t get bad until Tuesday night and had to make an appointment with the Dr. on Thursday cause of my asthma and all. All they told me was what I already knew, I need to get rest and drink liquids and come in if breathing is tough to do. Blah, blah, blah. Plus they gave me some antibiotics that I’m not too happy on taking. The Dr. even admitted that they won’t help at all, only a precaution in case something else, like a virus gets contracted. WTF!? Most of you know, or don’t, that I’m anti-pharmaceuticals. Anyway, I’ve been taking the stupid pills even though they’ve been really hard on my stomach. Maybe those pills will accidentally fall on the floor soon, or in the trash even. What I really think helped me fight this was the rest I finally succumbed to, lack of any cold beverages, all the working out that I’ve been doing, all the good (healthy) food I’ve been eating, stopped all dairy products for the exception of my intake of fresh cheese from Chihuahua, and some funky concoction my mami made for me.

Things I’ve missed that have made my heart sad:

- Coffee, can’t take it cause I love it with milk/creamer. Sad.
- Beer. Was suicidal about this until N pointed out that I’ll be in Mx soon.
- Appetite. Been having to force feed myself which sucks.
- Energy. I get these bursts of energy, which are very deceiving, and then after 30 min I’m beat.
- Not coughing. Ugh.
- Normal sleep. Sure I need naps but then I can’t sleep at night.
- Running and exercising. Yeah, I said it.

Looking forward to:

- All the online purchases I made in an attempt to therapeutically help my sad heart.
- Exercising. N thinks I’ll be able to get back on Thursday!
- Beer on Friday.
- Voting and fleeing the country on Tuesday.
- Packing. N swears he’s going to start now! Bwahahahahahahaha!
- Coffee! Had my first today and it was so good it’s beyond description.
- Getting rid of all the junk stuck in my lungs.
- Stopping those nasty antibiotic pills.
- Nixing tea. I like the stuff but after eight days of the stuff I’m ready to call it quits for the time being.

I can't believe we all survived yesterday's Adventure Race. It was quite the adventure... All I'm ready to share is that we finished and it was hard, like I wanted to quit six minutes into the thing. Yeah. R and A helped push me through the last leg as I was ready to throw in the towel. This is why I keep these guys around.

Kudos to Shannon, Lynn and Beth the Three Margaritas! Those women did awesome. Also, thanks to Eric and Vanessa for the tips and emotional support. All of you guys really helped us a LOT.

Now, I'm just ready to ship out on vacation. I can feel the ocean breeze, smell the sunscreen and taste the _______ and _______. Total bliss.

I'm sicker now more than ever. My head is full of tension and I sound like a five-pack a day smoker. Feel like one too.

Debating whether to go to the BC/CF Halloween Extravaganza on Friday. I want to go but I don't want to dress up. Guess I feel silly plus I'm so not up to going out and grabbing something either. I barely have the energy to write this up and bake those chocolate chip muffins I can now smell. mmmmmmmmm. Plus N told me that there's this poster at the Academy stating "Dress up Bitches!" Hmmm, yeah that alone makes me want to rebel and not dress up.

This sucks -

***All Athletes***
We would like to convey to you all how important it is to us that our athletes have a good experience, and that most certainly includes receiving a medal at the end of the race. To our unfortunate amazement, we had so many unregistered and unpaid runners (bandits) that ran in the race this year that our surplus of at least 300 half marathon medals disappeared before legitimate athletes were able to cross the finish line to claim what was rightfully theirs. We are taking this very seriously and are already talking about ways that we can rectify the situation for the race in 2009.
If you finished the race and did not receive the medal please email us your name, address and bib number to lelison@runicr.com

At least we all got our medals. Makes me appreciate my little gold plated thingamajig.

Told ya this thing was somewhat disorganized. Hopefully this won't happen at the Pasadena race.

So the half was this past Sunday. R, A and I all ran it. R did awesome as usual but I’ll let her share her unofficial time *wink wink*.

It’s taken me some days to make this post because I’m full of emotions I care not to share with everyone. Not because I’m trying to exclude people but because not everyone has to be subjected to my issues. So here goes, hopefully it won’t come off as too bitter…

The day started off pretty hectic. I didn’t get anything to eat prerace and I was sorta stressed because A and R were stuck in traffic. N and I stayed down in LB so all I had to do was walk over to the starting line. A finally got there but since this was our first time there we had no idea about the starting time and how that’d affect our official times. Being as rushed and stressed as we were I screwed up his chip and told him to carry it in his water belt. BIG MISTAKE. Due to my stupidity he never got an official time. *tear* But all in all we had fun and stayed together, for the most part.

Up until mile 6 we were talking and having a great time. We were right on pace with 11 minute miles. Then I had to use the restroom. I wasted 15 minutes just waiting in line. This was really infuriating because I just can’t understand why this happens to me. This is about the 4th time I’ve felt this way during a long run. A said that he’d press on and I gave him my blessing. After the bathroom incident I was so pissed that I just ran as hard as I could. Then I found that I was only a few yards from the 6mi mark so my 10K was off. Caught up to A little after mile 9. He was walking and I pushed him to run with me. We made it all the way without stopping except once after mile 10 for some water and powerade. He sprinted the last ¼ mile and I couldn’t catch him. According to my watch his time was 2:50 and mine was 2:53. If it wasn’t for that stupid stop I had to make we would have made it at 2:35/ 2:38.

Things I’ve learned/considered -

1. If it wasn’t for all that powerade I made a point of drinking I’m not sure I would have made it without food. Must eat, no matter what. This may be a contributing factor to my bathroom stop.

2. I’m physically strong to run 13.1 mi without stopping. Need to work on my mental strength during Saturday training runs.

3. Running with a cell phone in hand is not a good idea.

4. Running with a partner helps tremendously with number 2.

5. Having your own water belt is the best.

6. Sucks having to dodge/swerve through people while running.

7. Not sure if I want to do this particular race next year. It was pretty unorganized at the starting line and we couldn’t get anyone to help with our bib and chip issues listed above.

8. Surprisingly I’m not sore at all and was ready to startup yesterday but N and R advised against it. Left knee is feeling off but that’s about it.

9. Got a massage on Friday and I’m guessing that helped.

10. Took Tylenol before the race, that helped too.

11. Best of all, I looked at this race as just another training run.

Looking forward to our AR this coming Sunday.

Today has been rough on so many levels. None that matter though…

So I ran out of allergy pills on Sunday and never went to get anymore. Last night I was paying the price. Couldn’t stop coughing and had serious insomnia. WTF I never get insomnia. This insomnia has been plaguing me for a while. Ugh. Needless to say I woke up this am feeling the opposite of great on only fourfuckenhours of sleep. Oh, and they weren’t a good solid four hours either. First thing I did before coming into the office, picked up a packet of pharmaceuticals.

It’s taken me all week so far to make some minor adjustments on a report here at work. Pho. This is not good. My brain is tired and can only concentrate on coffee, long walks by the beach and sleep. Hopefully the finished product I just sent out won’t come back with any more ridiculous comments/recommendations.

My vision is getting worse. Damn you solitaire! I can totally see, or not see for that matter that I need a new prescription. ^%^*^$%*))! I don’t want my eyes to get old! All this with A constantly asking why I don’t get lasik. Well, it’s because my vision keeps getting worse. Sorry kid, we’re from the same gene pool and BIO 101 tells me you’re headed in the same direction. Muhahahahaha!

Still contemplating a dress a purchased a couple of weeks ago. Sure I loved it when I got it, now I’m not so sure. I’m so bipolar when it comes to clothes, decisions, life.

The one that’s about to send me over the edge, I can’t get an appointment for a facial! The nerve!

As for the debate. I recorded it on PBS. N played about 5 minutes of it last night and I got all wound up. Me thinks this could have been a contributing factor to my lack of sleep. I won’t go into politics here but I will say that I’m actually looking forward to when the other shoe drops, opps it already did…

Dreading traffic tonight. Looking forward to watching SATC movie for the 4th time. Can’t wait to lay down.

Peace, love and kisses.

BTW, this little guy belongs to me. Sorry you didn't get the memo G, I'll be picking him and ALL of his belongings tonight.

Work is getting a lot harder. Not because of the actual work but because I just can't focus! With only three weeks to go for our trip I can't seem to concentrate on anything. Well anything that needs my attention. Argh!

This is all I've been thinking about...







I can't wait!

After a weekend of hibernation I was sure this morning’s workout was going to feel great. WRONG. Not only did I perform subpar I feel like I ran the Mt. Wilson trial all over again. My leg muscles are tired, my arms feel weak, my back can’t get out of its hunching over position and all over something hurts. Looks like the 3:1 isn’t happening this week. That’s okay though. I think I’ve been working very hard these last two months and as Coach E and Coach N have repeatedly told me, I must focus on the positive.

The plan is to take tomorrow off, BC Wednesday, try to make a CF session on Thursday and BC Friday. The ½ is on Sunday so Saturday will be a rest day. My goal for the race is 2:40. Originally I wanted 2:30 but I don’t want to beat myself up if I don’t get that number. Plus, after doing 10 miles on Saturday in 2.02 I think that an additional 3 miles is going to take about an extra 40 minutes.

Other thoughts… Even though I’ve been complaining about all of my shortcomings I am very proud of four very important people in my life that have all inspired me.

My husband N. Only after having knee surgery just two months ago he’s back at it. Plus, he’s better than most people I know! Always my biggest supporter and mentor. Never letting me down in any way and always pushing me to do better. He’s what keeps me going. He’s a true athlete.

My brother A. Who knew that dragging him out to a few 5K’s would have turned him on to BC. Every time I talk to him he has something to share from his class. It’s awesome to see how much he’s change in only a few months, both physically and mentally. Damn, he’s doing his first ½ this Sunday, then his first AR next Sunday THEN his first marathon in November. My baby brother kicks ass!

My mom. After all my hassling for her to get back to her walking and not excepting any excuses from her, A and I have managed to get her to her first 5K. This is a huge achievement for her and I’m very proud that she’s committed to it. I know this will be the first of many races to come. My mom’s on her way.

My friend R. Not only has she been a loyal BFF for many years this woman has always inspired me. I still remember when she dragged me to our first yoga class. Then I dragged her to her first CF class… The rest is history. R is on her way to becoming an elite CFer.

I’m still working on a few others but I’m sure I’ll get them to come around eventually…

i realized that i'm guilty of this too since all of my posts are virtually bitch fests. whoops.

I’m in a shitty mood but not really. I really want to be mad but I just can’t seem to get there. Inside I feel these emotions trying to break free and it’s really annoying that they can’t.

First, my effin thighs are bigger than ever. WTF! My pants barely fit, if you can even say that. The strange thing is that I’ve been losing weight and inches elsewhere except for that area. They just keep on getting bigger. What the hell is going on down there?

Second, my clutch went out yesterday and now I’m out a significant amount of money. Really sad about this because I was finally going to treat myself with something and then this shit happens. My treat will now be a new clutch. Not fucken fun. *&@#%()!!!

Third, work. Gawd this place is so negative. Everyone always complaining about something I just can’t take it anymore. I’d understand if their complaints were valid and out of their control but everything they bitch about is because they made it so! Argh! This is what happens when you have an office full of type Aers.

Forth, my foot. My heel more specifically. The darn thing still hurts! I’ve been icing, rolling and massaging the thing and even though it hurts less each day it STILL hurts. Now I’m confused if I should go for the training run on Saturday or not.

Finally, after two years of pushups from the knees I still can’t do a real pushup. This is very disappointing. I try and try but my weak arms can’t handle all this weight. :’(

Fuck, I think my bad mood has finally broken through.