Tucson has great running weather for about 9 months out of the year. The other 3 months are just plain miserable. With the lows barely making it into the upper 70s, it's just too hot to run. Even at 5am. Well, technically I don't know about running at 5am, but James did run at that way too early hour last week and said it was already hot. Yuck.
So, I'm stuck on the treadmill for the summer. And some days, I think it's too hot to run on the treadmill. We were generously given a treadmill that now takes up residence in our office. I'm not too sure why we call this room our "office." Maybe for the obvious reason of there is a desk in there. But the room is quickly becoming storage for all the furniture that Zack will hurt himself on (bar stools, coffee table, ottoman....who knows what will be next). Spiderweb.....Anyway, this "office" gets HOT in the mornings. The window faces east and the rising sun beats down on this room, raising the temperature close to the temperature that you would find in an Easy Bake Oven (85 degrees or so, I would guess). This morning while Zack napped I hopped on the treadmill to bust out 3 quick miles. I set the treadmill at 7.5 (8 minute miles) which is really a bit too fast, but I just wanted to be done as it's too hot to run, and I needed to run AND shower while Zack napped. I'm almost to the 2 mile mark when the treadmill has a moment and started speeding up on it's own. I first noticed that it was getting louder and then I noticed that my feet were running faster. I looked down and it was at 8.8. WHAT!?
I push the stop button and grab the handles and hop off the belt that is spinning faster and faster for no apparent reason. The treadmill comes to a stop and I just stare at it for a few seconds, catching my breath and drinking some water.
Then, I hop back on and finish my run.
I think I might start attaching that stop cord device to my shorts just in case the treadmill has another moment and decides to throw me off the back of it into all the furniture we've got stored up in that room. It would be awfully embarrassing to be thrown off the treadmill and have the paramedics come find a very sweaty me jumbled up with the coffee table and bar stools.
And, if you are laughing at the visual of me being thrown off the back of the treadmill, it's ok, I am laughing too.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
A different kind of favorite
My recent "favorite" post seems to have stirred up some controversy with one Brandon. He wonders why he didn't make the list.
Mostly because he's not my husband and I'm not madly in love with him and I didn't just celebrate 7 years of marriage with him. But, whatever. Small, very minor, detail. But I do appreciate Brandon. He has the whitest shoes a person could ever possibly have. And he makes my friend Alexis very happy. He also makes gorilla noises while racing me up La Cananda, and he's surely my favorite cyclist.
He's also a great friend for James, who is my favorite. James and Brandon seem to always be planning their next great adventure (where B will wear his black shoes cause the white ones would get far too dirty and make him grumpy). Those boys are good for one another. So thank you Brandon, for being my husband's favorite friend. Brandon, we look forward to celebrating many more years of friendship with you and Alexis.
Mostly because he's not my husband and I'm not madly in love with him and I didn't just celebrate 7 years of marriage with him. But, whatever. Small, very minor, detail. But I do appreciate Brandon. He has the whitest shoes a person could ever possibly have. And he makes my friend Alexis very happy. He also makes gorilla noises while racing me up La Cananda, and he's surely my favorite cyclist.
He's also a great friend for James, who is my favorite. James and Brandon seem to always be planning their next great adventure (where B will wear his black shoes cause the white ones would get far too dirty and make him grumpy). Those boys are good for one another. So thank you Brandon, for being my husband's favorite friend. Brandon, we look forward to celebrating many more years of friendship with you and Alexis.
Celebrate!
James and I did our 7th anniversary celebrating this weekend. Through his work he gets a GREAT discount to quite a few hotels, including the beautiful La Paloma. He booked us a room and we dropped Zack off with Brandon and Alexis for the night. (Gulp....the first time I've left Zack overnight!!) After leaving B and A with 4 pages of instructions and one very cute little boy we headed over to La Paloma. We were able to check in early (woohoo!) and headed down to the pool. While lounging poolside, James ordered the drink of the day and I ordered a frozen mocha. When James asked the pool girl what the drink of the day was her response was "I have no idea, but it's usually something fruity and frozen." When we checked in we were given a coupon for $2 off the drink of the day. So, based off of "fruity and frozen" and $2 off, James ordered it. We enjoyed the water and people watching. We saw one very red snapper who clearly neglected sunscreen on the upper half of his body. Ouch. We also enjoyed the sugar daddy with his young lady friend. Oh the people you will see at La Paloma.
That night we dined at Anthony's. We went there after James proposed to me and it makes us laugh how much we absolutely don't fit in there. But, the food is amazingly delicious and it's fun to celebrate and pretend to be fancy. The only near mishap was when I almost used my salad fork to eat my appetizer. The waiter quickly said "I have a fork for you." Ha...thank you sir, for my very special appetizer fork, it made my crabcake taste much better! We enjoyed the older couple that was seated at the table next to us. The wait staff kept trying to clear their martini glasses and the lady kept telling them not to because she had 4 drops of her martini left in the shaker thing that martinis come in. It kinda made me giggle. And, when she came back from the restroom the sweet old man stood up while she was being seated. Awwwww, the romance. We were also relieved to see them use a coupon for their meal, as we were going to bust out a giftcertificates.com discounted gift certificate as well. (Our 2nd coupon of the day!! Plus our discounted room rate...watch out, we like to save money.)
The next morning we slept in until 8! That would be 2 hours later than usual. It was amazing. It also felt like we wasted part of our day. When you are up at 6 you get so much accomplished by 8! We spent the morning lounging by the pool and then enjoying Starbucks and bagels, something we used to do often pre-child.
James has declared that instead of celebrating our anniversary on the "typical" big years (5, 10, 20, etc.) we will celebrate on years that are divisible by seven. So, for our 14th anniversary La Paloma can be expecting us. And you better believe we will have our coupons ready.
That night we dined at Anthony's. We went there after James proposed to me and it makes us laugh how much we absolutely don't fit in there. But, the food is amazingly delicious and it's fun to celebrate and pretend to be fancy. The only near mishap was when I almost used my salad fork to eat my appetizer. The waiter quickly said "I have a fork for you." Ha...thank you sir, for my very special appetizer fork, it made my crabcake taste much better! We enjoyed the older couple that was seated at the table next to us. The wait staff kept trying to clear their martini glasses and the lady kept telling them not to because she had 4 drops of her martini left in the shaker thing that martinis come in. It kinda made me giggle. And, when she came back from the restroom the sweet old man stood up while she was being seated. Awwwww, the romance. We were also relieved to see them use a coupon for their meal, as we were going to bust out a giftcertificates.com discounted gift certificate as well. (Our 2nd coupon of the day!! Plus our discounted room rate...watch out, we like to save money.)
The next morning we slept in until 8! That would be 2 hours later than usual. It was amazing. It also felt like we wasted part of our day. When you are up at 6 you get so much accomplished by 8! We spent the morning lounging by the pool and then enjoying Starbucks and bagels, something we used to do often pre-child.
James has declared that instead of celebrating our anniversary on the "typical" big years (5, 10, 20, etc.) we will celebrate on years that are divisible by seven. So, for our 14th anniversary La Paloma can be expecting us. And you better believe we will have our coupons ready.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Yup, still my favorite
Yup, he's still my favorite.
Favorite friend.
Favorite running partner.
Favorite cuddle buddy.
Favorite coffee maker.
Favorite man.
Favorite dad.
Favorite floor cleaner.
Favorite dinner date.
Favorite person to talk to.
Favorite person to send a random text to.
Favorite story teller.
Favorite joke teller.
Favorite person to watch sports with.
Favorite person to share my heart with.
Favorite husband (well, ONLY husband....)
Favorite.
James and I just celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. It's hard to believe we've been married that long. We have so many fun memories together, and I know we will make so many more it's impossible to count. Memorable memories, as James likes to call them. He is absolutely my favorite.
Favorite friend.
Favorite running partner.
Favorite cuddle buddy.
Favorite coffee maker.
Favorite man.
Favorite dad.
Favorite floor cleaner.
Favorite dinner date.
Favorite person to talk to.
Favorite person to send a random text to.
Favorite story teller.
Favorite joke teller.
Favorite person to watch sports with.
Favorite person to share my heart with.
Favorite husband (well, ONLY husband....)
Favorite.
James and I just celebrated our seventh wedding anniversary. It's hard to believe we've been married that long. We have so many fun memories together, and I know we will make so many more it's impossible to count. Memorable memories, as James likes to call them. He is absolutely my favorite.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
"Camping"
We took Zack on his first camping trip this past weekend. At least we attempted to camp.
One of our friends oldest children was turning 5, and for his birthday he wanted to go camping. So, 16 of us headed up Mt. Lemmon to celebrate Noah's fifth birthday, one I am sure he will remember for a very long time.
The number 16 isn't a typo, there really were 16 of us. Eight adults, and eight boys. All of them ages 6 and under. This may or may not sound like complete chaos to you. What about a 6 year old, a 5 year old, three 3 year olds, an almost 2 year old, a just barely 1 year old and a 4 month old sounds like chaos? Did I mention they were all boys?? Within three minutes of all the boys getting out of the cars things like "we need a stick rule" and "don't throw rocks at anyone" were already being heard. Zack, of course, is still sweet and innocent and perfect, and was not participating in any stick fights or rock throwing. He did, however, manage to completely cover himself in dirt.
Friday we all had a great time. We somehow managed to get all of the boys down for the night in their respective tents, and then the adults got to play a lively game of "Things", mixed in with some mouse chasing. It was fun. Then, we went to bed, and that's where it all went down hill. I would prefer to block out 10pm-2am from my memory completely. Zack cried on and off the whole time. He would stop crying when I was holding him. And standing up. In my bare feet. In the tent. In the forest. And all I wanted to do was sleep. At one point his crying woke up another child, so we had two crying/screaming children in camp. Good times. Finally, around midnight, we decided to see if Zack would do better sleeping in the car. So, he and James headed out to the car...an hour later they were back at the tent, and we made a completely logical decision. We decided to drive home. At 1am. Being tired with a crying baby in the forest makes you do funny things. We got home at 2am. Zack, of course, slept the whole drive home. When we put him in his crib, he gave us a sweet giggle, rolled over, and fell right asleep.
He woke us back up around 6:45 that morning. James and I are not cut out for 4.5 hours of sleep. We're pushing 30...30 year olds need sleep. 1 year olds are unaware of this need. They just want their mom's to hold them. And give them milk. And feed them nothing but blueberries, cheese and cheerios. Maybe that's just my 1 year old. But he's cute. And perfect. And I want 15 more just like him.
James and I were staring blankly at one another over some coffee. Zack was happily chatting in his high chair. James and I were debating what to do. All of our stuff was still up on Mt. Lemmon. We surely didn't take time to pack anything up at 1am. That would just be nonsense. He didn't want to go by himself, I didn't want to go by myself...all we wanted to do was sleep. In the end we decided that all 3 of us would head back up Mt. Lemmon, we would stay for the day, and then come home after dinner. So, we showered (yessssssssssssssssss), then got back in the car and headed back up the mountain. Our friends were glad to see us, and bummed that we had such a horrible night. When they were all up with the sun, and there wasn't a peep from our tent, they were all jealous that we were sleeping so great. Then, Adam went up to where the cars were parked and noticed that ours was missing. Ahhhhhh, so much for sleeping in!
Overall, we had 2 wonderful days and 1 completely miserable night. James says, "we will never camp with a 1 year old again." I could not agree more. Though, I don't know if you can call it camping if you don't stay overnight.
One of our friends oldest children was turning 5, and for his birthday he wanted to go camping. So, 16 of us headed up Mt. Lemmon to celebrate Noah's fifth birthday, one I am sure he will remember for a very long time.
The number 16 isn't a typo, there really were 16 of us. Eight adults, and eight boys. All of them ages 6 and under. This may or may not sound like complete chaos to you. What about a 6 year old, a 5 year old, three 3 year olds, an almost 2 year old, a just barely 1 year old and a 4 month old sounds like chaos? Did I mention they were all boys?? Within three minutes of all the boys getting out of the cars things like "we need a stick rule" and "don't throw rocks at anyone" were already being heard. Zack, of course, is still sweet and innocent and perfect, and was not participating in any stick fights or rock throwing. He did, however, manage to completely cover himself in dirt.
Friday we all had a great time. We somehow managed to get all of the boys down for the night in their respective tents, and then the adults got to play a lively game of "Things", mixed in with some mouse chasing. It was fun. Then, we went to bed, and that's where it all went down hill. I would prefer to block out 10pm-2am from my memory completely. Zack cried on and off the whole time. He would stop crying when I was holding him. And standing up. In my bare feet. In the tent. In the forest. And all I wanted to do was sleep. At one point his crying woke up another child, so we had two crying/screaming children in camp. Good times. Finally, around midnight, we decided to see if Zack would do better sleeping in the car. So, he and James headed out to the car...an hour later they were back at the tent, and we made a completely logical decision. We decided to drive home. At 1am. Being tired with a crying baby in the forest makes you do funny things. We got home at 2am. Zack, of course, slept the whole drive home. When we put him in his crib, he gave us a sweet giggle, rolled over, and fell right asleep.
He woke us back up around 6:45 that morning. James and I are not cut out for 4.5 hours of sleep. We're pushing 30...30 year olds need sleep. 1 year olds are unaware of this need. They just want their mom's to hold them. And give them milk. And feed them nothing but blueberries, cheese and cheerios. Maybe that's just my 1 year old. But he's cute. And perfect. And I want 15 more just like him.
James and I were staring blankly at one another over some coffee. Zack was happily chatting in his high chair. James and I were debating what to do. All of our stuff was still up on Mt. Lemmon. We surely didn't take time to pack anything up at 1am. That would just be nonsense. He didn't want to go by himself, I didn't want to go by myself...all we wanted to do was sleep. In the end we decided that all 3 of us would head back up Mt. Lemmon, we would stay for the day, and then come home after dinner. So, we showered (yessssssssssssssssss), then got back in the car and headed back up the mountain. Our friends were glad to see us, and bummed that we had such a horrible night. When they were all up with the sun, and there wasn't a peep from our tent, they were all jealous that we were sleeping so great. Then, Adam went up to where the cars were parked and noticed that ours was missing. Ahhhhhh, so much for sleeping in!
Overall, we had 2 wonderful days and 1 completely miserable night. James says, "we will never camp with a 1 year old again." I could not agree more. Though, I don't know if you can call it camping if you don't stay overnight.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Why thank you, Zackary.
I would like to publicly thank my son for a very sweet gift he has given me.
I read that pregnancy can make your feet grow. This was confirmed when I bought my new running shoes. In size 10. Yes, I now wear a size 10 running shoe.
I tried on my usual 9.5 and they felt a little sung. So, I asked to try on a size 10. Perfect fit. It might not be entirely Zackary's fault. It is a brand new model of my favorite shoe (Asics Gel Numbus). The sales guy said that sometimes when they come out with a new model the sizing is a bit different. I would like to think that is the reason I'm now sporting a size 10....but really, I don't think I can.
Oh well, at least they make me look fast. Wait, that's because I AM fast....hahaha.
So thank you Zackary, for giving me big feet. And thank you for the extra workout that I get every time I take you running.
I read that pregnancy can make your feet grow. This was confirmed when I bought my new running shoes. In size 10. Yes, I now wear a size 10 running shoe.
I tried on my usual 9.5 and they felt a little sung. So, I asked to try on a size 10. Perfect fit. It might not be entirely Zackary's fault. It is a brand new model of my favorite shoe (Asics Gel Numbus). The sales guy said that sometimes when they come out with a new model the sizing is a bit different. I would like to think that is the reason I'm now sporting a size 10....but really, I don't think I can.
Oh well, at least they make me look fast. Wait, that's because I AM fast....hahaha.
So thank you Zackary, for giving me big feet. And thank you for the extra workout that I get every time I take you running.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Conversation with James
James-Did you know Zack has been chewing on his crib?
Me-Really? Where? How bad is it?
James-Mostly the side rails. It's not too bad yet. It looks like a squirrel sleeps there.
Me-Really? Where? How bad is it?
James-Mostly the side rails. It's not too bad yet. It looks like a squirrel sleeps there.
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