Well, I tried…

Posted on May 6, 2011 by HHRunner

The Good: I got to have lunch with my husband yesterday. That NEVER happens and it was glorious.
The Bad: It made my day feel like Friday, which was so depressing afterwards.
The Good: Cinco de May gives me a “reason” to have a margarita
The Bad: When you stop by Spec’s and they have a “low-cal” margarita and you are suddenly sucked in by marketing, you should know that making your own “low-cal” margarita is a MUCH better choice. I made the decision to buy pre-made. Bad decision. It wasn’t so great.
The Good: I’m going to Memorial to run after work again!
The Bad: The reason I’m going is that I skipped my run this morning. Wanna know why? I figured. Sit down, kids.

As Sean and I were coming back from our Mexican fiesta (ok, ok we just went and ate sub-par Mexican food. I consumed those calories for nothing, because it wasn’t that great) EVERYONE was out in our neighborhood. This conversation ensued:

Me: Why is everyone outside?
Sean: I don’t know…
Me: Do our neighbors hang out outside at night and we had no idea because we never leave the house once I get home??
Sean: I don’t know…
Me: WHY WEREN’T WE INVITED?!? We need to make friends with our neighbors!!!

Go into house, start tidying up a bit. Sean goes outside to put out the sprinklers.

Sean re-enters house.

Sean: Rache, apparently everyone was outside because there was a man-hunt going on. The police in the helicopter came and everything.

Well, crap.

5AM alarm goes off. I get out of bed, get dressed to go run. Stand and stare at Sean sleeping. Think really hard about the man-hunt. Wake Sean up and ask him if he cares if I run tonight. Peel off running clothes and get back into bed.

Yeah-freaking-right. Like I’m going out there in the pitch black after a freaking man-hunt was taking place.

You know what’s good fuel for long runs?

Yeah, duh. Cinnamon cupcakes from Crave. I love you just as much as froyo!

Weekend Recap

Posted on May 2, 2011 by HHRunner

Man-o-man. Last week was a very stress-filled week for me.

Friday after work I drove over to my friend Lindsey’s house – she just moved into her first non-roomie apartment and another girlfriend and I drove over there to see her new place and indulge in some girl time. Thank goodness for girl time. Unfortunately, I spent way too much time stuck in traffic getting over there and she had quite the incident with some abusive neighbors in the parking lot (but you should click her name and read her blog post about that, because I wasn’t actually there to witness it). I got home exhausted and passed out almost immediately. In keeping with the way the week went my sweet, sweet kittie woke me up at 4:30 meowing and never stopped. So I got up early Saturday too (enter: bad mood). I did manage to get quite a bit accomplished on Saturday, but I was in a huge fog. I forced myself on a brutal mile and a half run (mile and a half! that is not even that far or that long!) and then I eeked out 50 minutes of yoga. Yoga makes me happy.

We met my parents for an early dinner at Berry Hill and I sucked down a couple margaritas. Um, yes, I ran a 5k on Sunday. I’m telling you – I was in a huge funk. At that point, I was seriously considering skipping the race entirely. Luckily, I have a super supportive husband. We were on our way home from dinner and we drove past the Catholic church on the road that runs in front of our neighborhood… They were having their Spring Festival. No, we’re not Catholic. Yes, we did stop.

We wandered around, listened to the country band, drank a few beers, and at this point I was positive that I wasn’t going to run in the morning. I complained to Sean about it that my head just wasn’t in it, and he spent the next however long coaching me through all of my complaints and self-doubt. My hubs = best ever. Seriously.

When my alarm went off Sunday morning I got up, had some peanut butter toast, made coffee for the hubs, felt hung over (big shock), and went back to bed. I woke up an hour later, checked the times for the races, checked the distance to the race, and then went back to bed. I finally forced myself out of bed and thanks to Sean made it to the race in one piece.

I killed it. Seriously. I ran fast and hard and finished 8th overall and 1st in my age group. After doing a million things wrong, it was the one thing that I needed to happen to get my head on a bit straighter. I floated around for most of the day after that. And I owe 150% of that success to my husband. He is the best race manager/cheerleader/photographer I could ask for, seriously. As I came barrelling into the finish line (and this little kid came out of nowhere and passed me – ughhh I would’ve been 7th!!) there was Sean, video-taping the whole thing. He is my favorite.

We drove over to his parents house after where my ravenous self devoured an AWESOME homemade taco salad courtesy of Sean’s mom. Yum yum yum. I promise you that my body believes that it runs marathons, when in fact it does not. Yet.

I have a long run today after work that my head isn’t entirely in yet, but I’m in a much better place than I was. Oh and my Garmin freaked out and stopped working after the race yesterday. Not sure what that’s about, but it’s frozen at 9:57AM. Hopefully we’ll get that fixed ASAP.

Oh and I made an amazing pizza last night for dinner. Wanna see?

Delicious. Be jealous.

LASIK + Anniversary

Posted on April 19, 2011 by HHRunner

Mondays are such a drag. ~~Especially went you spent all day Sunday loading up on liquid carbs.~~

Unfortunately, Tuesday is also turning out to be a real big drag, but I’m trying to snap out of it.

How unbelievably cute is this:

Well it happened. I had LASIK on Friday and I am beyond thrilled. Seriously. The fact that people see like this all the time with no glasses or contacts just floors me. Because I enjoy yall, I am totally willing to share this picture with you:

yes, those are “eye shields” very professionally taped to my eyes.

Yep, that’s how I spent all day Friday after surgery (a surgery that lasted a whopping 13 seconds per eye. I need to be an opthamalogist, clearly). I was supposed to “sleep” all day (then what the heck am I supposed to do at night!), was banned from the computer and from texts. What do you do then?!? So I drank mimosas, took two naps, and did laundry and housework (in my eye shields, duh).

Ummm… how cute is he:

My parents took pity on me and brought Sean and I dinner Friday night and Saturday night (I need to have surgery more often).

Saturday Sean drove me back to the doctor and they did a vision check. 20/15, baby, take that! ~~Stupid~~ Sean wanted them to give him an eye test as well. Apparently he has 20/15 vision on his own (lame).

And then I did nothing. And it was glorious. I spent all day reading.

Sunday I won wife of the year award when I made banana-walnut pancakes. Happy Anniversary, honey.

Uhh, yes, they are the cutest things I’ve ever laid (new) eyes on:

Then we went to the Museum of Natural Science because Sean was dying to see the Texas exhibit.

Then we went to Bodega’s, which is reminiscent of a Chipotle with phenomenal margaritas. We split a salad and got caught up in the Astros game… Which I don’t even want to talk about. Another margarita and two beers later we left mid-8th inning because I was disgusted with our uncanny ability to give games away.

But I’m not bitter.

We went to a 3d IMAX, which was awesome, about orangutans and elephants and then we went to MAX’S WINE DIVE. That’s in all caps for a reason, my friends. If you are looking for a cool little wine bar in Houston go there. The guy that runs the place is awesome!

We got a free glass of champagne for celebrating our 1st anniversary and he discounted the price on our bottle of wine (I love you!). I think he was feeling a little sentimental because he had just gotten married two weeks ago. I promised him I would social media the sh*t out of his place, so in case you missed that, it was MAX’S WINE DIVE.

We went and had sushi after at Soma and I was going to take a picture, but I got as far as the soup before something weird happened and I inhaled all the sushi… I’m not sure what that was about.

When we got home we got out the top of our wedding cake from this time last year (it was frozen til now) and had a slice (that we shared!!) and it was surprisingly delicious. I was a little nervous about year-old cake, but I promise you we ate that slice quickly.

To counteract the million calories that I ate Sunday, I am happy to announce I am cleared for running again. And as much as I DID NOT want to go run when I got home last night, I killed it. A good 7 miles of pure sweat in 83 degree Houston weather.