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:

Cute picture for 12:30 at night!

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! 🙂


Behold! My Dining Table!

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.)

Anyway, behold:

Another angle:

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 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 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 🙂

Checking In

September 14, 2011

Sorry I fell off the face of the Earth for a little bit there.

I was on a pretty solid blogging streak there for a while, but my life has been pretty boring recently so I figured I wouldn’t bore you guys with stupid posts about unicorns again.

Your welcome.

Anyway, I’m back. With a sassy new haircut and a new training endeavor I’m going to undertake that you all will have the privilege of following.

First, the hair cut.

There’s something about the fall that always makes me want to chop off all my hair. And I’ve found it tends to happen in 2 year cycles.

I decide I want a new hair style, get my hair cut really short, love it for a week, start to hate it after two weeks, and then don’t get my hair cut for a year in protest.

I then keep it long for another year, swearing I’ll never cut it short again.

Then the itch to cut it starts, and I decide I must cut off all my hair right now OMG I can’t wait one more second to have short hair.

So, I make an appointment, usually for that day because, you know, I’m really patient, and by dinner time, my hair is gone and I’m left feeling much better, but slightly ashamed.

Kind of like a one night stand. Heh.

Side note– the past two times I’ve decided to cut my hair short, the change in length was so drastic two different stylists have asked me if it was because I was going through a break up.

I guess they’ve seen too many girls cut all their hair off in the midst of personal anguish and heartbreak?

Alas, that wasn’t the case for me. Moe was aware of the choppage I was about to do.

Anyway, with my short hair also comes a renewed sense to get back in shape.

OK, I never really fell out of shape.

But I want to get back to where I was when I was training for my half marathon.

I haven’t been totally slacking, I just haven’t been pushing myself as hard as I can.

And this, my friends, has resulted in some unwanted pudge around my waist:

There is a lot going on in this picture.

Recap: Cute hair. Unwanted pudge. Random knives on the wall. Very tasty Post Road Pumpkin Ale. (Try it. Seriously.)

So, it’s time for another half marathon. I’ve found one I’m going to do, I have my training schedule ready to go, and I tested my running legs on the treadmill today to make sure they still worked.

I ran 3 miles straight today. With a rock solid time of 29:05. Not very good.

So, first goal: Get my 5k back to where I’m running under a minute mile.

Here we go!

**Update. I just noticed a small, yet significant typo.

As much as I’d like to say I can run a mile in under a minute, making me the world’s fastest runner ever, I’m not quite there yet. Under a 9 minute mile is a leeeeee-tle more achievable. So, mmmmm, I’m going to go with that.