2010…And So It Begins…

Here it is…a glorious New Year...Happy New Year to You and Yours from Me and Mine!

I’m still alive…just spent a much needed two weeks with the three most wonderful people in the world…together…at once! If you’ve forgotten, Dr. Pip travels extensively and our time with him has dwindled down to a monthly visit:( It SUCKS with a capital S!!!

We drank (too much), we ate (too much), we laughed (till our belly’s ached) and on the ride home from the airport yesterday, we cried. Usually the trip to the airport sends me into a gorging tail spin, but as I had indulged in anything I could possibly shove down my gullet while he was home, I had an ache in my gallbladder…that’s right Gladys…an ache in my gallbladder. I was so sick to my stomach, there was no way in Hades anything else was going in my mouth.

Fast forward...today...

I had to get the crumb-snatchers back into the routine this morning and as I lay there watching the minutes pass on the clock, I wanted to call in sick for life!

I knew I HAD to run…it had been weeks. I knew I HAD to lift…countdown 12 weeks, 4 days until our wedding and my arms somewhat resemble the orange flavored jello jigglers on the second shelf in our ice box. I knew I HAD to make some HUGE dietary changes starting today. It was 5 degrees outside (before the windshield factor) and I missed my man so bad, it was even colder in my heart. None of the aforementioned made me feel good so...I slouched as far as I could down under our new cashmina sheets, trying to hide from the world, only to be disrupted by “Deck the Halls” blaring from the alarm clock. You got it…WTF ran across the blackboard in my head!!!! Note to self...change CD in alarm clock!

OK…here’s where it goes from bleak and gray to a FANTASIC day!!!!!

Got Cricket to school, downed a Redline (BTW…watermelon flavor rocks), packed Bubba some Cheerios and a sports bottle full of milk, threw him in the jog stroller and made my way to the gym. I drug my butt ever so slowly in spite of the bone chilling wind and as I approached the parking lot...there it was...the black Ford sporting the 13.1 sticker on the drivers side of its trunk!!!! My running partner was there!!! As it turns out, we both ate for crap over the Holiday’s and never once laced up our runnies. We both struggled to get back into the groove, but after that miserable first mile, we were chatting about our next half-marathon (t-minus 13 weeks and counting!) I caught a glimpse of my profile in the mirror (OUCH…never looked back at that evil piece of glass again) but none the less, my endorphins were pumping…RUNNERS HIGH!!!!!!!!! Cardio done…cha-ching, bada-bing! Pulled out the lead and got a super upper body workout in…one day down…not even counting how many to go!!!

So stoked from seeing my buddy and still all jacked up from my run, I rushed home and opened up a can of whoop arse on my house! Killed the laundry, nailed the dishes then started bustin’ down the Christmas!!!

Took at 27 minute break to chat up my best friend and get the DL on her Holiday’s then hit the shower (honey, if you’re reading this, thank you so much for watching the boy and letting me take 2 solid weeks of showers alone!!!!)

Everyone is running on high octane tonight, even Cricket and Bubba jumped on the “feel good” bandwagon.

As not to be outdone by the crumb-snatchers (and still feeling like I have hours and hours left in me), I’m hopping on the stationary to get in an extra cardio bump.

Can hardly wait ‘till tomorrow!

Cheers~

H