December 7, 2012
Post titles are so hard to think of. Does anyone else have that problem?
Anyway, I feel so much better today. Actually, I was feeling so much better yesterday that I made it to the gym for workout 2 of phase one of NROLFW.
Deadlifts and lunges and lat pulldowns — oh my!
It’s amazing how effective basic lifting exercises can be. It’s only been a week, but I already feel better than when I was just running and lifting half-assed.
Don’t get me wrong — getting to the gym on lifting days is still a struggle. But having a plan to follow really does make it easier. A plan means there is a set end to the workout. I like that.
When I’m just lifting all willy-nilly, I always feel like I could be doing more. A plan lets me know I’m doing what I need to do, and that when I’m done, well, I’m done.
In other news, we finally saw Argo last night. It was good! I knew the general gist of the movie going in, but my only comment (not really a complaint) was that everything happened a lot faster than I thought it was going too.
The theater we went to has a bar in the lobby, which is kind of amazing except for the fact that the beer I had means I had to get up to pee twice during the movie. I’m getting so old.
I’ve got a long run planned for today. Normally, I would do a short 30 minute run today and long run tomorrow, but we’ve got a busy weekend (hooray Christmas tree!) so I want to get my long run in today so I don’t have to worry about it.
Phew! Sorry for the long, picture-less post. I’ll get some photos up in my next post.
December 6, 2012
Short post today. I’m still dealing with the residual effects of a massive migraine I had last night, so my head is a little fuzzy. The worst part is over, but I still feel like I have a tight rubber band wrapped around my head. Does that happen to anyone else?
Migraines really do suck. What sucks even worse is I know what causes them, but there’s not a whole hell of a lot I can do (or am willing to do) to change that, so I just have to deal with them for the time being.
I ran my 5 miles yesterday. They were fine. I only made it a mile and half before I switched to speed intervals to combat treadmill boredom, but I still finished them with about a 10 minute pace, so I was happy.
I’m gonna try workout two of phase one of NROLFW today, but I’m still not feeling 100% so I might skip it. Lifting heavy weights is quite possibly the worst thing I can do when I’m dealing with a migraine. So, I’ll keep you guys posted.
We’re making attempt #4 to see Argo tonight. Here’s hoping we make it — it’s not going to be in the theaters much longer. I have high hopes for tonight, though.
I’m working from home tomorrow, and then we’re getting our Christmas tree on Saturday. I’m excited to finally be in a place where one fits!
Wow — reading back through this post, I sound like I’m talking in a complete monotone voice. That’s about how I feel right about now. (Minus the errant exclamation point at the end of my Christmas tree sentence. Who wouldn’t be super excited for that?)
Anyway, happy Thursday! I’ll try to have a little more life in me the next post.
December 5, 2012
So, you guys know how I hate lifting?
Oh, you do? How do you know? Do I complain about it a lot?
Anyway. I think I’ve finally come up with a plan that will work for me. And that plans lies in a little book call New Rules of Lifting for Women.
I bought this book at the beginning of the year and made it through the first two phases before I gave up.
However, that was when I was at a different gym and working out after work. You know, when the gym is crowded with adolescent faux meat heads that think they own the place.
I’m back at my old gym now, which is conveniently in the basement of my office building (which means I can work out at 10 or 10:30 in the morning, when the gym is dead.)
This is much more conducive to my preferable lifting environment. No sweaty faux meat heads. Just old, rickety retired folks who go to the gym more for the social aspect than any health benefits.
I feel like a bad ass amongst that crowd.
Anyway, I digress.
I’ve decided to start NROLFW again, from the beginning. It’s a back-to-basics approach that’s perfect for my current half marathon training plan.
I’ll still be lifting twice a week, but now I have a plan to follow. I did the first workout of phase one yesterday, and I was sweating my butt off.
Remember Shoddy Lifting Tuesday when I did 2 sets of 8 squats and thought I was going to become a double amputee because of it?
The plan yesterday called for 2 sets of 15 squats with the same weight…and I did it. Easily.
It’s amazing how following a plan can force you to push yourself. Weird how that works, right?
Anyway, I’ve got 5 miles on the docket today. I’ve got high hopes.
In other news, I made pulled pork in my crockpot for the first time last night. I had put the word out on Facebook asking for a good recipe. A lot of people responded that they use root beer and/or ginger ale, or beer. I’m dying to try the root beer route, but I didn’t feel like going to the store, so I just used what we had on hand.
Onion, garlic, Sweet Baby Ray’s Honey BBQ sauce and some stout from the boys’ home brewed stash. I also accidentally bought a center cut of pork instead of pork butt, so it was a little leaner than typical pulled pork.
But OMG you guys it came out sooooo good. So good. So so effing good. I heart pulled pork. I want to eat it for the rest of my life.
Ok that’d be a little excessive, but seriously you guys — so good.
I took a picture of it, but it kind of looked like something out of a Halloween horror movie. So, instead of a picture of disgusting-looking (but delicious) pulled pork, here’s a cute picture of me and my friend Bridge on the train coming back from our girl’s trip to NYC this past weekend:
I think it’s a pretty good picture, considering it was 12:30 at night and we had been awake for almost 20 hours. You could tell how delirious we were by our high-pitched manic giggling when an older man walked by who looked like the 65 year old version of Bridget’s boyfriend. Seriously, it wasn’t that funny. But it kind of was.
Anyway, happy Wednesday! 🙂
December 4, 2012
Hey guys…is Argo any good?
Because I wouldn’t know. We’ve tried to go see it 3…yes 3…times, and have failed at every attempt.
Our first attempt, we made the mistake of going to the movies the day after Thanksgiving without buying our tickets first.
Now, we rarely go to the movies (I’m talking once a year, twice a year if we’re feeling randy), but I kind of feel like we should have known the theater would be packed.
Oh, no. Not us. We went to that theater will full expectations of seeing Argo, because “I mean, it’s been out forever. I highly doubt a lot of people will be seeing it.” (me.)
“Agreed. If anything, Lincoln will be sold out.” (Joe.)
Ha! Hahahaha! We got to the theater and the ticket line was legitimately out the door. My feeble hope that maybe it was Life of Pi that was attracting the crowds was dashed when someone came out saying Argo was completely sold out.
After standing around awkwardly for a few minutes, we left to go see Lincoln at another theater because “I mean, it’s a small theater. Who even knows West Newton has a cinema?” (me)
Well, apparently a lot of people know West Newton has a cinema, because Lincoln was also completely sold out.
Attempt one — fail. We went out to dinner instead.
Our second attempt occurred last Thursday. The plan was I would meet Joe at his work, we’d leave right from there, grab dinner and catch the 7:45 showing.
Now, a series of unfortunate events happened that day that led to the ultimate demise of this carefully laid out plan.
Around noon, there was a Green line trolley crash at Boylston Station. That station lies directly between the station I get on, and the one I’d need to get to to switch lines to get to where to Joe works. You will need to remember this.
Around 4:45, the area of town Joe works in lost power. I had already left work, so I didn’t know this.
Around 5, I start my walk to the T. Normally, I would get on at the station down the street, but due to said trolley crash, there were delays getting to where I needed to go, so I decided to just walk to the station I needed to get to in order to switch T lines to get to Joe. (Did you follow that?) It’s only about a 20 minute walk, but it kind of sucks in the winter.
As soon as I got to the station, Joe called informing me of said power outage and telling me that area of town was completely backed up, the T was majorly delayed, and his car was stuck in the parking garage for an undetermined about of time (he was talking hours, not minutes.) Therefore, he told me to head home.
Annoyed, I turned back around and began my 20 minute walk back to my normal station to get the T going in the other direction to go home.
No sooner had I walked into the station that a train pulled up. Relieved I would finally be getting somewhere, I prepared to get on the trolley.
And, you guys, I’m not even kidding — the train caught on fire.
I’m talking billowing black smoke, horrible electric smell…the works. The station filled with smoke and they immediately told people to start evacuating.
At this point, I wasn’t even worried about my safety. I was just pissed, convinced that I was never, ever going to get home that day. My clothes smelled like smoke, my hair smelled even worse, and, like I said, the train on the platform was on fire.
The only happy person I saw in that station was a homeless man lighting up a cigarette because “Hell, the place is on fire. How will they know?”
Needless to say, we didn’t make it to the movies that night. I ended up in a bar drinking alone until Joe walked over the bridge into the city and I went to meet him and we proceeded to go out to dinner again.
Attempt two — um, major fail.
Attempt three was a little more tame. We were going to go last Friday, but we missed the early showing. I had an early 6 am wake up time on Saturday because I was heading down to NYC with friends to see a Broadway play, so the 9:45 showing was out.
So instead, we stayed home, ate spaghetti squash, and rented Safety Not Guaranteed, which was actually a surprisingly good movie.
Attempt 3 — yep, you guessed it Fail. Not as devastating as attempt two though.
So what do you guys think? Should we try one more time, or just accept that fact that maybe we aren’t meant to see this movie?
PS– I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled running posts tomorrow. But just an FYI, I did 3.5 miles Friday, 4 miles yesterday, and am going to lift (nooooooooo) today.
November 29, 2012
So apparently I need to post these blog posts on my personal Facebook profile instead of AHSOM’s FB page to get you people to read? I had the highest amount of views yesterday that I’ve had in a long time. (The most since this post, my most popular post ever.)
What the eff, you guys! Like AHSOM’s FB page damn it!
Pretty please? 😀
Anyway, first things first. Yesterday’s run.
It was….meh. I did 4 miles. Technically yesterday called for 5 according to my plan. But since I had to jump ahead to week 4 when really I feel like I’m at week 1 (which would have called for 3), I figured 4 miles was a good compromise.
Oh who the hell am I kidding? I cut my run short because my legs were sore from Shoddy Lifting Tuesday.
2 sets of 8 squats made me so sore that every step felt like burning knives cutting into my legs.
There. I said it.
Go ahead and judge — I deserve it.
And now, let’s move on to what you’ve all really come here for. A picture of my Glorious Dining Table.
Actually, most of you have already seen it on my personal FB page, but I’m going to show it to you again. Without further delay:
(Confession: I was going to write “without further ado”, but I didn’t know if I was supposed to spell it “ado” or “adieu”, and instead of trying to figure it out, I decided to just use a different word.)
I really love the look of it. I think it pulls the room together perfectly.
However, I gotta say– the table is a little scratched up, I suspect from the shipping process.
I was fully prepared for some damage, since I read the reviews on overstock.com. And I figured for the price of the table, we were going to get what we paid for.
There are lots of little scratches on it, and a few larger chips. (I colored them in with a sharpie.) The worst damage is the long crack that runs down one side of the table.
All of the damage isn’t really noticeable from afar, and not even that bad up close. Not bad enough for me to go through the hassle of returning it.
And since it’s just me and Joe, it’s not like it’s going to get a ton of use and abuse. So, it’s fine to keep. I will, however, be calling o.co to see about some sort of discount for the damage.
So, that’s my dining story. All in all, I’m happy with it, and so happy to finally have a place to sit if we have more than two people eating. YAY!
Now, if I can just get a certain someone to move this bookcase…
Happy Thursday 🙂
November 7, 2012
I was all set on Monday night to write a post about all my woes for the week. (Yes. A week of woes on Monday. That wasn’t a typo.)
It was going to be called The Week of Woe: Chapter One
However, I got sidetracked (by sidetracked, I mean, Dancing with the Stars came on) and the post didn’t get written. And while I’m still going to list my woes, they aren’t so bad anymore so this post might be kind of moot.
So, here we are.
Woe 1) Our fridge died over the weekend and my cream spoiled, meaning I couldn’t have my coffee until I got to work. This, my friends, is a catastrophe. I do not do well without my coffee on the T.
Woe 2) My back has been nagging me for over a week. While a big part of it was due to our mattress, turns out I also have an infection that was working its way towards my kidneys. (Hence the low back pain.) Do not be alarmed– I’m on antibiotics now and feeling much better.
Woe 3) I was convinced our house was getting cased when I saw a random guy walk up and then back down our driveway while I was at the bus stop to go to work. I basically glared at him from across the street until I got on the bus, and then worried the rest of the day. Turns out, he’s just a construction worker for the house next door. I’ve seen him every morning since then. It’s a little awkward.
Woe 4) I gambled with a parking meter and lost. I seriously was in Dunkin Donuts for 5 minutes.
Woe 5) I gambled again a few days later, and lost again. I know, I should have learned my lesson, but I really wanted to go another mile at the gym. While I did finish my 6.5 mile run, what I should have done was run to the meter to add another quarter.
Point taken, Newton meter maids. You don’t mess around.
Woe 6) Nor’easter. Today into tomorrow. ‘Nuf said.
Now that I’ve complained and bored you all to death, let me leave you with a few things that are making me happy today:
This was my first time trying those Sally Hansen salon effects, and I gotta say– love them! So easy, especially considering I can’t give myself a manicure to save my life. Best CVS impulse buy I’ve had in a while.
I finally have a bag that fits all my work stuff and gym stuff. No more lugging two giant bags to work everyday. And it’s red! A big thanks to Brita for helping me out. 🙂
For said Nor’easter. At least my feet will be warm and dry, and I can walk through as many puddles as I want. (Does anybody else seek out puddles when they have on rain boots?)
On that note, I’m signing off. I leave for Key West tomorrow (Oh….did I forget to mention that? ;)) so you won’t be hearing from me for a bit. Hooray for destination weddings!
Be back Tuesday night!