Training Woes

The IT band has struck again.... very hard. Two Thursdays ago I went for our weekly group run. I am almost always in the back. Everyone else runs between a 6 and an 8 minute mile. I am usually around 9:45. Well that night I was clocking around an 8:40 for the 5 mile jaunt. I have NEVER run that fast for that long. Soooo, needless to say, I was pretty pumped.... until the next morning. My IT band had some things to say to me. So, I didn't do much of anything for a week. It really sucked. My first triathlon is 3 weeks away, and I am terrified. I have been rolling on the cursed foam roller and trying to stretch. I hate being injured.

But, the good news is that the tri gear came in at our Fleet Feet in town where I have some credit. I am buying my first tri outfit tomorrow. How pumped am I? I wish I had enough money to purchase these as well. They are triathlon shoes. I am nowhere near needing something like this, but that didn't stop my shoegasm when I saw them.




Nothing like some retail therapy to help ease the IT pain.

I did finally get on the bike tonight for about 25 minutes then ran another 10. (My first brick). It went well. Then my husband stretched me to the point of tears. Then I iced. Fingers crossed for healing.

The Wedding Weekend

My sister got married this weekend and it was perfect. All the preparation, all the stress, all the emotion leading up to it... it came out great.

My sister is the type that did not love being a bride to be and all of the wedding plan. She had a major meltdown at David's bridal which resulted in me shooing away the bride attendant and throwing the huge ass petticoat out of the changing room. She stressed over the flowers, the food, the invitations... I was concerned that she would not be too thrilled with the actual day. She did basically everything on her own since she lives in a different city.

She had my mother's dress remade. She married in a beautiful historic church in downtown Pensacola. The ceremony was beautiful. Everyone cried. Her husband's boss had arranged for a horse and carriage to take them to their reception. The reception was so great that we finally had to force them to make a faux leave so the remaining guests could blow some bubbles and go home.

She said she wouldn't have changed one thing. She was happier than I have maybe ever seen her which made me happy.

However, the quote of the weekend was from my grandmother. I had asked my cousin who was in the wedding if she had any old blue underwear my sister could borrow. We all laughed and later recounted the joke to my grandmother who replied, "You should have asked me. I have some she could borrow." Ummmm, I hope she was joking, though I'm afraid she wasn't. There are some things that shouldn't be shared- lip gloss, mascara, and underwear.

Thorn in My Panties

I had a boss a while back that told me that wherever I worked there would be a few awesome co-workers that go above and beyond, most co-workers would be adequate, and one or two that would be thorns in your panties. I have found that to be pretty much true.

There is a man I work with that is a major thorn in my panties. He is lazy. He is pompous. He pretends to know it all even though he has not learned one new thing in our field since he graduated.

I won't go into all the details of how it came to be, but just know that he is an A plus ass that expects everyone to stop what they are doing when he is having a problem. Last week he had some equipment go down. I told him he could come to my site and pick up the replacement equipment and I would handle getting the broken equipment fixed. He felt like he should not have to come to my site so he told a supervisor that I was not doing my job. In other words- he tattled on me. WTF? Well, it came back around to me and pissed me off, because my job is not to deliver his crap. It went up the chain of command and he basically was made to look bad in front of his supervisor by our head boss because our boss backed me up. So now he is not speaking to me. Can I tell you that I am shedding tears? I can't believe a grown man who is supposed to be a professional is not speaking to me. I felt bad for him because he really got in trouble, but then the highschool part of me is gloating because he thought he was going to make me look bad and it backfired on him.

So, no longer a thorn in my panties... just sand in the crotch of my swimsuit.