Twenty Six Point Two

run, rest, eat, bitch, buy things, cross-train, blog, repeat.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Busy Season

My life right now.
Minus the travel and the Japanese.
And the presentations.
And the commute.
You know what.. I just wanted to use this freaking gif.
So, there.

Thankfully, I have somehow managed to be SUPER productive during the days and haven't had too many late nights/weekends quite yet. Keeping my fingers crossed that that continues straight through till April 15. 




Monday, March 16, 2015

Trip Report: Columbia, SC


Sonsabitches and a friend heading towards the finish line.

ROAD TRIP, BITCHES!

Months ago, the bitches and sonsabitches decided to road trip it down to Columbia, SC for their marathon weekend. At the time of sign up (months ago), I thought it would be my comeback marathon. Sadly, the winter had other plans and I had to drop down to the half. 
Thanks to some nasty weather the day before we were supposed to leave, the trip ALMOST didn't even happen. But, I was so ready to get away for a weekend and The KoB wasn't scared to drive all 6 of us through icy roads to get out dodge, that we managed to make it down to Columbia with plenty of time to go to packet pick-up, check into hotel rooms, and grab dinner on Friday night.

It was glorious. The 7 hour car ride on the way down was full of hilarity and snacks and I think we all bonded over seeing an older, larger man changing clothes out in the open at a rest stop. THANKS FOR POINTING HIM OUT, MELISSA. NOW WE ARE ALL BLIND.

I lived in Columbia, SC for 4 years while attending The University of South Carolina (GO COCKS!). And I hadn't really spent any time back there since graduation. So, I was pretty excited to go back and see the changes and show The KoB my old stomping grounds.

Saturday morning the weather was a perfect low 40s with a bright sun and the course was absolutely beautiful. It took you through the prettiest, quietest neighborhoods in Columbia. But, the price for the beauty was pretty steep. Like, literally steep. It was the hilliest half marathon I've ever ran. HILLY. 

See that little bitty elevation chart in the bottom
right corner?
YEAH ME NEITHER!

Despite the hills, it was one of my favorite races of all time. I finished in 2:06-2:07 and ran with a smile on my face the entire time. It was fantastic.

After the race, I met up with the Bitches who had already finished (of course, bitches). Melissa won Masters in the 5K and Cheryl somehow missed the finish line of the Half (uhhhh... It was a huge inflatable finish line with the words FINISH on it. Not sure how that happened). Tanya and Cheryl headed back to Tanya's mother's house (her mother lives in Columbia) and Melissa and I headed back to the hotel to shower before spectating the SoBs marathon finish.

It was not that cold. We are just pansies.

Anyway, they finished and the race was hilly and I would not really recommend for a PR attempt, but I would recommend as a fun, low-key race. 

ENOUGH about the race... now the good stuff!!

After the race, we met up with my friend Dustin who drove down from Charlotte to hang out with us.

The Cocks Alumni of the group:
Tanya, me, and Dustin.
GO COCKS!

The Run Bitches at the Historic Horseshoe

Grabbing a beer at Hunter Gatherer

After gallivanting all over campus and having lunch, ice cream, and beers, Tanya invited us over to her mother's house for more alcohol and snacks.

Melissa's face: I don't believe a word this bitch is saying right now.

Not sure what everyone is so pissed off about in this photo.
THERE WAS MUCH WINE.

After I had a bottle of wine, I wanted to go back to the hotel and have a drink in their Vault Bar (the hotel used to be a bank and the vault was now a martini bar). MUCH TO MY DISMAY, THE FUCKING BAR WAS CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE EVENT. So we went up to the rooftop bar and I don't remember much of what happened after that:

This photo accurately depicts my memory of the night.


Holding onto Jeff and The KoB with death grips, because
I was probably one breath away from falling on my ass on the ground.
And somehow, Cheryl always looks like she just walked out of a 
magazine advertisement in photos. BITCH.

The next morning I woke up with a helluva hangover. THANKS WINE. And we packed up and headed out of Columbia. 
The ride home was just a fun as the rest of the weekend, complete with a guy on the interstate trying to tell us that something was wrong with the side of our rented Suburban. We pulled off and saw...

 Um. Nothing.

In the end, it was a PERFECT weekend with PERFECTLY suited friends. I am looking forward to more bitch trips in the future...





Thursday, March 12, 2015

The Outtakes

Bitches be road trippin' last weekend. I haven't had a chance to sit down and go through the pictures and stories from the weekend for a full post and race review. But here are some teaser/outtake photos from the weekend until then...





GO COCKS!

Thursday, March 5, 2015

SNOW DAY

video
 I hope this works...

Monday, March 2, 2015

February Vain Amy Recap

The Good:
So, after only losing 1 pound the whole month of January, I am happy to report that I lost 5 pounds in February. So, I'm now officially down 6 pounds.

Let's celebrate with beer and cheese and sugar and salt, shall we?
Oh, yeah. I guess not.

I am choosing to bask in the joy of actually losing weight, instead of realizing that after 2 months of diligent dieting, I still have like 20 pounds to lose. At this rate... the Year of Vain Amy, might indeed be a WHOLE FUCKING YEAR. But... That's okay. I am okay with that.

The Lame:
My other big project of the year is to up my reading. And so far I have failed pretty miserably at that. I TECHNICALLY didn't finish a book in February. But, I did finish one on March 1st, and since February is a short month and since this is my fucking blog and I do whatever I want, I'm counting it.

At the conclusion of the book, my daily page count for the year is a measly 16 pages. (My goal is to average 25 pages a day). This was the book:

by Mitchell Zuckoff

I had been wanting to read this book for a long time, because, if I'm being totally honest here... I kept hearing "Benghazi" in the news and I really didn't even know WHAT happened there, let alone what REALLY happened there as the book title implies. How sad is that? As an Human Being, I should really pay more attention to the National News, but, gosh.. the news is so brutally summarized, sterile, agenda-laden, and neatly packaged, that half the time, I don't even really get anything from it.

Now, since I came into this book pretty blindly... I found it absolutely riveting. Also sad. Also disgusting. And with a feeling of... the World can be a really fucked up place and there is so much god-damn red tape and secrecy and bureaucracy and chains of command that sometimes we have to just let ourselves be cut off at the knees and damn that sucks. The fact that sometimes sacrifices have to be made for what SOME people believe is the greater good is just heartbreaking and frustrating. I am not even going to broach the subject of what couldva, shouldva, or wouldva been done, because I have no idea.

But, damn, I have so much respect for our armed forces, contracted civilians, public servants, and just anyone who sticks their literal necks out to do what their bosses, superiors, President's, etc tell them to do. I cannot even fathom having that type of job and I am so thankful that other people are braver and smarter than me. I sit here in my cushy cubical and avoid listening to my voicemails and prepare taxes and do bookkeeping with no concerns about safety. I am so fucking lucky. 

Anyway, it was a really good read and a tragic story. The end of the book had photographs, including one of U.S. Ambassador Chris Stevens, dead, being carried by a friendly Libyan to the hospital. I lost it. So sad.

There isn't really a good way to segway from that serious topic... So I apologize in advance for that.

Also Lame:
My Movie-making. I charged my Go Pro one day and that's all I did with it in February. I need to remember to take it with me to places, because when I got trapped at The KoB's during the ICE WEEKEND, it would have been fun to video various things (e.g. attempting to get my car our for the 14th time).


Things to work on in March:
So, obviously, I'm going to continue with the dieting... but, I'm also hoping to get into some kind of routine with some weights. I found out on Saturday that I am a weak, weak person while trying to move a sofa. And I'm kind of sick of that. So...I need to throw around some weights and tone up a bit.

Also, I don't know about you, but I was kinda inspired by Rhonda Rousey... Badass.



READING. The good news is that I finished Gossip Girl during the Ice Storm. (I actually miss it, is that sad?) But the bad news is that I've started watching Friday Night Lights. SO GOOD. AND, I've gotten addicted to a phone game called Covet Fashion.


OMG, it's like crack.

So, Reading is still taking a back seat to both of those distractions. I'm going to try to set a rule in March, that on my lunch breaks, I don't watch any television, I just read. And maybe I can try to not start ANOTHER episode of FNL at 8:45pm, and instead just go to bed and read for a bit. It's not like I have to FORCE myself to read. I love reading, it's just I get in these habits of binge watching television shows or paying money to play a game on my phone. (YES, I've spent $15 on upgrades for that stupid game. Yes, I'm embarrassed).

So, that's February and what's hopefully on tap in March!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Still Thawing

So, yeah, we are still kind of thawing out. The roads are all fine and the sidewalks are good to go with the occasional icy patch. But the lot next to my building that I have to cross when I take Mr. Bloom out is still an ice skating rink. And, frankly, I'm sick of it.

Since the weather and roads were so bad last week, when Friday rolled around and I hadn't seen The KoB since the previous Sunday, I was like... I'm getting the hell out of here and coming up to see you. The weather forecast was snow Friday afternoon and night and then it was supposed to rain all of Saturday. Perfect! The rain will get rid of the ice, right?

It started snowing pretty heavy on my drive to his house and by the time I got to his neighborhood and started to pull into his driveway, I realized...

I found myself saying this all weekend.

His driveway was iced over and since it's straight uphill with no way to get momentum, we had to just leave my car at the bottom of the driveway. No problem, right? Except, that it was blocking the driveway, which meant that his car, which is 4x4 and had no problem with the icy driveway, was blocked in.

Ehhh... No biggie, it's going to rain all day tomorrow anyway and melt the ice, right?

So, we went inside and I watched him run on the treadmill while drinking boxed wine out of a tallboy glass.
 Tami Taylor is my spirit animal
with her enormous wine glasses filled to the top.

Now, The KoB has just moved into his house and so there is only one tv and a dvd player (both of which get moved from the dining room table to the gym depending on where he is). There is no cable and he doesn't have an antennae for his tv, so our only choice is DVDs. Lucky for me, he has about 15 steven seagal straight to dvd movies that he picked up at food lion earlier in the week. Since he had foolishly bragged to me about that purchase, I brought a couple of dvds of my own to watch. 

Saturday morning I fully expected to wake up to rain and slush. Sadly, I woke up to rain that was freezing as soon as it hit the ice. I kept thinking... yeah, okay... it's going to get warmer today and by mid-day the ice will be gone.


But, it never did.

I was starting to get that caged in feeling. My cell phone had died (only a car charger with me) and of course The KoB's phone doesn't have internet (I'm starting to make him sound like the unabomber or something), so when I wanted to know the forecast for tomorrow, I had to call my mom with his phone. 

One distraction was we spent about 30 minutes tredging through the rain and the icy neighborhood to try and find a stray dog's owner.

Finally, around 4pm, we were desperate and tried for the zillionth time of the day to get my car out from the blocking the driveway. Miraculously, The KoB was able to move it up the street a bit and free up his driveway.

 My car, safely on the side of the ROAD 
instead at the bottom of the driveway.

I have never in my life been so happy to go to Food Lion. The truth is, we were down to one Pop Tart and a couple of fake meat burgers. AND NO BEER. We got to food lion and spent over 100 dollars on junk food, dvds, a phone charger, beer, something called frozen dairy dessert that I thought was ice cream, and a magazine. It was glorious.

  almost this glorious.

By the end of the weekend, we had watched bits and pieces of Steven Segal movies while on the treadmill, Into the Wild, the first disc of Rome, most of Die Hard, and Smokey and the Bandit 2.

Sally Field was wayyyyy hotter than Daisy Duke. 
I'm just sayin'.

We were both signed up for a race on Sunday morning (a half for me and a full for The KoB). And it ended up getting cancelled (an hour and 22 minutes before the start of the race) because of the icy conditions.

All-in-all, it was actually a really fun weekend. Sure we could have been productive and put his new doorknobs on or hung up curtain rods and curtains in the bedroom. And it sucked that the weather was so miserable that running was limited to the treadmill. But, sitting around watching crappy movies (and a couple of not crappy ones) made for a pretty fun weekend.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Greetings from the Iceapocalypse

The parking lot at work this morning.

Let's back up, shall we? Saturday morning, was actually a beautiful winter day. Liz and I met up at Edwin Warner Park for a 10 miler that just couldn't end too soon. I mean, the company was great, the weather was great, but damnnnnnnnn. I just didn't feel like running. But, thanks to an out and back course, we got our planned 10 miles.

As we were finishing we heard what sounded like a dog fight in the bushes. Turns out... it was just Sonofabitch, Jeff, trying to scare us. But, then he legitimately scared us, by telling us that The KoB had left to take his brother to the ER because he had taken a nasty spill on the trail.

Sunglasses added by me.
 I didn't ask for permission to post this pic,
so, I thought I'd censor it a bit.
I'm classy (and artistic) like that.

Luckily, for him, it wasn't an important day or anything like his daughter's first birthday party or anything. OH WAIT, YES IT WAS.
The smartest, most beautiful, and perfect 1 year old on the planet.

Thankfully, he didn't break anything, but he did get some stitches and percocets.

After an eventful morning of forgetting things and driving back to my house twice to get them, it was time to head to The KoB's brother and sister-in-laws house for our darling little niece's 1st Birthday Party. Full disclosure: I heard there was going to be a ratio of about 1:1 kids to adults and frankly, I was nervous about that. Don't get me wrong.... I LOVE kids, but... more like... in a situation, where there are 4 adults to every kid. Groups of kids terrify me.


This was what I expected.
Especially with no booze.

I am happy to report, that I discovered that when you have a large group of kids, they all just hang out with each other and don't bother the adults. Lesson learned.... either have 1 kid or 6 kids.

Another lesson learned: It's impossible to take good photos
with a zillion kids around. 

On Sunday, there was a Striders Long Run planned, but with single digit temps, I easily bailed on the run and opted to stay in bed a little longer. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN OF WHAT WAS TO COME!

Sunday night, with still freezing temps, I did manage to get out and run a quick 6 miles around the 'hood. Not nearly close to the back-2-back longish runs that I wanted to do. But, better than nothing, right?

Monday morning I awoke to the Iceapocalypse:

This was actually taken on Tuesday, not Monday.
That's ice. Not snow.

It's day 3 and I'm finally not the only one at work (the joys of living 1 block from your office, when all your co-workers live 30 minutes away). But, the sidewalks are still impossibly coated with ice. I'm not sure when I'm going to get to run again. The temperatures aren't slated to warm up till the weekend. UGH. This is not boding well for my upping my mileage plan.

I walked to CVS yesterday and snagged the last carton of eggs and the next to last loaf of bread. I'm actually surprised that there were any left, but I guess Vandy kids either don't have access to a stove to cook eggs or they just consider it peasant food. 

I also took a helper to work with me....

Turns out, Mr. Bloom isn't that adept at
preparing tax returns.

He did secure the area and make sure it was safe though.

All-in-all, it's been kind of fun. We haven't had this type of storm/weather in a LONG time. And it's easy for me to say it's been fun, because I live within walking distance of work, stores, restaurants. Otherwise, yes... it would SUCK. And it does suck that I can't run. I did see a guy running in the parking garage here at work on Monday... So, maybe I'll try that if things don't thaw out on the sidewalks soon.