Cece Can't Sleep

Clisty tries a 10k

It's a done deal. I completed my first 10K. 6.4 miles, for those of you who have yet to go metric. I ran the Step Rock Run at Fort Herriman Days. It was super disorganized at first. None of the online registrations (mine) were on the list. So we had to re reg. I felt bad for all the cowboy types who were trying to run the race. But no big deal really, my only concern was that beginning late meant sunscreen was in order. I talked to some runner types beforehand about pacing, etc. That was cool. They started the race, I kid you not, by just yelling, "GO!". I was clear in the back, fully last. A good minute behind the rest. I'm still adjusting my music...where is my Lady GaGa? Managed to pass about 5 others thruout the run. And then, at the very very end, this chick who was a full block behind me the ENTIRE race..she runs up and jumps right in front of me for the last 20 seconds. Really? Is it that important to you to beat me? To step on me in the last few feet of this race and kill my pride? I totally could have sped up and got back in front of her to finish it off but I was kinda reeling by then. I dunno, I just figure if you're going to beat someone, don't pull it off at the very end. I asked some of the runner people if that was lame to do, and they said " hey it's a race. They can totally do that.". So I now know that's common, but you can rest easy knowing I will never pull that on someone. It's not like we were battling for first. At that point I was FOURTH. FROM LAST!!!! I know, I know, you can hardly believe my fi'ness. It's true, I am a formidable opponent on the course. Good times watching the EMT's on their Rhino hovering nearby, "just in case" But seriously though, I walked less than a quarter mile of the whole thing. And my new runner friends (they got medals even!) said this was a tough 10'er because of the hilly course. Good because I was dyin', and the grated concrete on 13100 was threatening to roll my ankles. And THAT, my friends, was what I did this fine and rare sunny morning.
Oh yeah, my time?  1:14:58.3  42nd overall & 21st in Women 25-34.  Hey, I have nowhere to go but UP!  So funny.  Actually it was almost exactly double my time from last years 5K.  I kind of had a goal of 75 minutes. 
I cannot get the underscore to go away.

Shopping

Today Meatsie and I took to the mall. I wanted to replace these 3 tshirts I bought TWO years ago. I have pretty much worn them non-stop ever since. And seeing as how they were $55 apiece(Materialust), I think I got my moneys worth. Certainly can't spend that much blow on tshirts nowadays. Who am I fooling, I shouldn't have spent that much 2 years ago. But I digress.
I stopped by the bathing suits. Nike has some cute swim stuff out but Im not entirely convinced that it looks swimmy enough.
Dressing room lights made me feel like Sasquatch-goes-to-the-city. Man, is that a downer.
I'm counting points!
I turn down french fries!
I choose FunDip (1 point) over Snickers(way more than 1 point)!
I run more days than I don't!

I wear FitFlops for HEAVEN'S SAKE!

And yet, that little 4ft by 4ft room makes me look like I haven't bothered to look up from the dinner table in months!

No need to console me, it's all good. Just makes a person a wee bit crazy is all.

My shopping compadre was in his typical ignorant 4 year old mood. Which is why I made like Mrs Butterworth & casually fished out my camera phone when I heard him banging and crying inside the locker he shoved himself into. His face looks like he had been trapped for minutes....not so. We're lookin at 30 seconds max. Punk.

Trip was a success. We are somewhat stocked up on Bath & Body Works, I practiced moderate control at Gymboree's stuff a bag sale & I will now be wearing Lucky Asian inspired tshirts for the next two years. And no, I didn't spend $55 on them. More like $20. Relax, when We were honeymooning in Hawaii, we bought two DKNY sweatshirts for $90 apiece. This is progress, friends, progress!

My adventures with candy

I have been making a very conscious effort to watch what I am eating.  Unless it is Friday, and then I don't pay much attention.  Fridays tend to last as long as 72 hours on some weekends. 
Earlier this week, while at the mall with Marik...we went into See's Candies.  I pretended to look around like I was going to buy some candy-just long enough until they gave Marik and I the customary gratis piece of candy.  This time we both received pieces that were actually something I would buy!!  And then we 'decided' that there wasn't anything we wanted to buy, and left.  My dishonesty is getting the best of me. 

Today I was wandering around Target.  The longer I spent wandering the faster I forgot what I was actually there for.  So sorry Tuggle, but you really do seem to enjoy those Honey Nut Cheerios, right?
Anyways, the first item I put in my cart was a theater-size (something tells me movie theaters dont really appreciate candy companies calling their boxes theater size) box of Good & Plenty.  Since I eat what I wish on Fridays, they became breakfast.  It was 11:30, and you can imagine I was shoveling them into my face at a rapid pace.  I have a wrist malfunction and before I know it the remaining contents are sprawled all over.  clean up on aisle 8, greeting cards.

This apparently bothers me so much that I emphatically yell "CRAP!"  I look down the aisle and see two boys of speaking age looking at me.  I can see from their mother's face that the word Crap is on the no-no list in their family.  And quite honestly, ours too.  I apologized to her, and told her boys that I am going to get a spanking and a time out when I get home.  For some reason my apologies and groveling didn't seem enough for the mom.  I hate that.  When you make a mistake and immediately try to make it right, and even go overboard doing so, some people just can't let it go.  

Im not finished with candy for the day.  Im going to see a movie tonite and I am pretty sure I'll have some sort of run-in of the sugary kind.  I'll keep you posted.

NorCal

You may think it mean of me to take a picture of him like this...but it was 8 hours into a 12 hour drive. We were passing over the Sierras and he was saying his ears were feeling weird. I told him that his ears needed to pop, but to be careful not to let his brain escape. Much crying ensued after I told him that.
We are stopping off at Dave and Busters because the kids were pretty decent on todays drive. Despite the fact that Gwen forgot all of her electronics and read thru her books by mile 30. Hence MUCH speakity speakity for us to listen to.
All is good though, tomorrow morning I am running AT SEA LEVEL and eating Stans Donuts.
Party on.