Days 3, 4, 5, and 6

IMG_20150708_181603_263~2I’ve obviously missed a few days of posting so am just going to combine things here to catch up. Never fear for I am still on track y’all.

Day 3 was a cross training day so I did some weights and hopped on the bike at the gym.

Day 4 was a rest day and I totally nailed that one.

Day 5 I actually missed because of some life happenings that screwed up my plans. BUT I am nothing if not flexible and made up for it today (Day 6) by getting in 3 miles on the treadmill, leg and arm weights, and some serious shoveling of gravel out of the bed of a pickup truck for a yard project. BAM.

Tomorrow is a 4 mile run/wog and Week 1 will be history.

Problem: my eating is still HORRIBLE. I’m not really doing this to lose weight though…I’m doing it to be able to run a 1/2 marathon with a PR…but weight loss would be a huge bonus of course. Yet, that aspect is my trouble. I just love junk. Yet I know that eating healthy is a key component of training and you can’t really be successful, much less healthy overall by eating oatmeal creme pies for dinner. But I’m still gonna whine about it anyway.

Blogroll

blogrollI decided to update my long neglected blogroll and it ended up being cut by over half. Many of the old faithful have stopped blogging and their spaces are just hanging out in cyberspace. It makes me sad in a way but I know there are tons of writers out there and when I find others I like, I’ll add them here as appropriate. It was just time to make that list a bit more up to date.

Summertime

Here we are, in the throes of summer. It’s been a whirlwind so far. Austin with our friends was fantastic and I should share pics but I always say that and then never do it. Bad bad blogger. I had a solo work trip to the ATL which was alright as far as work trips go. Kiddo’s dance recital came and went and was deemed successful. She tried a new camp which turned into an epic fail. I remember hating camp too. The Accountant and I celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary by attending a baseball game and a Buddy Guy concert, both spectacular. I should REALLY share pics of the Buddy Guy concert as he was inches from me and was rockin’ out in the aisles. It was awesome. MC Hamster kicked the bucket after a year of living the good life. A good friend moved to Kansas. The pool has been seeing lots of action. Polly Prius is fabulous and I’m spending way less on gas, just don’t ask me to race. And random other life events that no one cares about but me.

That was the worst paragraph ever.

I’m in one of my restless stages. Bleh. Have a TON to do but no motivation or desire to be productive. Sometimes it seems to me that I was meant for more than this. But what that is, I have no clue.

Half marathon training officially began today. Day 1 is “Stretch and Strengthen” so I hit the weights at the gym this morning and went to a yoga class at lunch. Bam. Batting 1000. Tomorrow is a 3 mile run. Which in my case means a 3 mile walk/jog (wog). Close enough.

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teaching racism

A friend was over today and while our kids played together, we chatted as moms do. Friend said that her young daughter had come home from school one day and told her that she had a crush on a boy. The mom then said to me that this boy was “black”. She didn’t say the word black, but rather mouthed it to me silently, as if being black were this awful, horrible condition that is not to be spoken of out loud.

I looked at her and said, “oh…is that an issue”? To which she replied that yes it was. To which I retorted, “because that’s not an issue for me”. The Screen Shot 2015-05-23 at 11.53.58 PMconversation continued, but the subject was changed to crushes in general rather than the color of said crushes’ skin.

I was really unsettled by this exchange. Granted, our kids are too young to even have crushes or be thinking about such things, but that’s not the point I want to make here. This child has no idea that she “shouldn’t” have a crush on someone of another race. But she will be taught that this is wrong and unacceptable. It has perpetuation of racism written all over it.

I would have liked to have probed the mom for her reasoning behind this viewpoint but I didn’t push it. Her daughter sees this boy the way we should see everyone. As equals. Not as less than. Not as someone she shouldn’t like and admire based on the amount of skin pigment they happened to be born with.

Kids aren’t born racist, they are taught it by their parents.

today is friday and here’s some stuff

CUBICLE NATION: The following was written a couple of days ago and I was in a mood…since then I’ve had two good days as a resident of Cubicle Nation in which I have been given some new projects and have had lovely interactions with coworkers. So there you have it. I’m moody and many times restless. Like you didn’t know that.

Sometimes I come back from lunch and see my office mates still staring at their computer screens and taping away at keyboards and I think to myself, “Ugh, y’all are STILL doing this? Are you happy doing this? Are you ok sitting at those desks staring at numbers and documents and emails and just…all of it?” And maybe they are and in that case, peace out. But sometimes it boggles my mind that I can come back and they are still there, because it feels like an eternity to me. Like an alternate gray fabric walled universe and we’ve all been stuck in it for ten million lifetimes. Then, when I’m getting antsy (er) around 3:30/4:00pm and they are STILL sitting there with the same faces, doing the same thing I think “don’t ya’ll want to get up outta here and go home? Or run screaming naked down the hallway? Maybe jump up and down on the elevator to shake things up? Am I the only one who feels stifled and tedious and bored to ever-lovin’ death?” Maybe I am. So usually I just leave them in their zombie states and get outta dodge. Cubicle Nation y’all. It’s not always bad but it sucked extra much today.

Sooooo, what have we missed in that regard? That grant that was giving me hives? Successfully submitted with high praise and thanks from my superiors, with the promise of more of that kind of hot mess to come my way soon. Um, thanks?

1/2 MARATHON: I walked-jogged my third half marathon on Mother’s Day weekend with my usual lame time of 3+ hours. One day I will break that streak, I vow it. I was happy to wog it “with” my sister-in-law though, as it was her first ½ and she killed it with a time of 1:56! WHAT??!! Yes. I can only dream of being that fast and I’m super proud of her but let’s be honest, I’m also super jealous. She deserves that time though, with all the training and dedication that she put into preparing. I, on the other hand, totally put in the training and dedication required to get a 3+ hour time and that made all the difference. Ha. I’ll try another in October and I will get a sub-3 if it kills me.

WRECKS: Mother’s Day was a bit tainted because I decided it would be a good idea to have somewhat of a major wreck on the interstate on the way home from the race. Airbags, paramedics, traffic jams, the whole nine yards. My car was totaled but luckily, my body suffered only minor scratches and bruises, and a tiny burn. Wear your seat belts folks. They will save your face. The wreck also wrecked my Dad’s Christmas present since we had to miss the Prairie Home Companion show I’d bought us tickets for that night. Womp womp. That made me just as sad as the stupid accident. I’ve just now got through all the insurance/rental car/police report paperwork and am in full car shopping mode. That’s stressing me out a bit because it’s a huge purchase that we weren’t expecting and there are like, a lot of options. But I’ve settled on a hybrid of either the Prius or the Civic persuasion. Gas mileage is a thing and a hybrid is in my future.

DANCE: It’s the height of dance season and kiddo had recital pictures taken the other day with a million other sequin covered girls and their hairspray wielding mothers. It was chaos and I question why I continue in this particular vein of crazy. But the kid enjoys it, is quite good at it, and let’s face it, she’s about as adorable as you can get in a fluorescent yellow tutu and matching tights and Madonna-esque fingerless gloves. She has a performance tonight and the big annual recital in a couple of weeks. After that I will have three ridiculously unwearable except for Halloween, but delightful costumes for sale or Goodwill.

POOL: The pool is finally in! The landscaping however, is not. We have a beautiful blue oasis in the middle of a big ol’ dirt and rock pile. Kind of ruins the ambiance, but really who’s complaining about ambiance at this point? The pretty yard will come later. The Accountant and kiddo have been swimming a lot but it’s still a bit too chilly for my bones yet. It is lovely to sit out there and nap or read or what have you though. The kid has built on her very basic swimming skills in the short span of about two weeks and is getting better and braver. This mommy however, has not. Maybe someday I will conquer that fear. Until then I’ll just look cute on my floatie, thank you very much. I’m excited to have lots of friends and family over this summer for all the grilling and pool time we can handle! Party time at The Compound!

TRIP: My work focus has been off, as you may have gathered from that first paragraph. I’m blaming most of that on pre-vacation brain. In a couple of weeks hubs and I are off to Austin, TX with some dear friends for a few days (adults only, kid is staying home with appropriate supervision, of course), and then dear friends are staying with us for a few more days after that! I am SO excited to explore a city I’ve never been to and then to show friends the good stuff that Nashville has to offer and basically, just chill out completely. So, yeah, vacation brain.

YOGA: I did this cool thing with a friend last night where 1,000 people do a group yoga class in an NFL football stadium for an hour. It was pretty epic. As was the friend I went with. One day when we’re old and in the nursing home we’ll be sitting in our wheelchairs in the lobby and reminiscing about that time someone stuck their toe in my eye at Titans stadium during shavasana. That happened.

THE END