Dear running, it’s not you, it’s me

I just, well…this is going to be hard to say, especially since I care about you so much. I need some time. Honestly, it’s not you; it’s nothing you’ve done. Actually, you’ve been amazing lately. Things have been going really fast but I feel great. Even though the distance we’ve gone together has increased, the time has diminished. There aren’t any races on the horizon so I don’t feel any pressure from you to commit, we’re just having fun! OK, well, I may as well just tell you so, here goes.

I’m seeing someone else.

It’s not serious at all, I promise. But, it is something that is pretty exciting. It, literally, takes me to new heights and as fast as you and I go together, we go faster. It’s expensive though, that’s one nice thing about you, running, you’re cheap. All I need are my running shoes and I’m out the door but this new thing, it’s expensive, from all the equipment I need to each date. Each date is expensive. I know this won’t last, it can’t. I could never keep up with this lifestyle; my knees could never keep up with this lifestyle. I can’t believe I’m doing this, it’s Skiing. I’ve taken up with downhill skiing. Don't worry, I've been practicing safe skiing.

It’s only a couple of days; I really need this to find myself. To make sure you’re the one I want to be with. In my defense, we never said we’d be exclusive. I know! I’m sad too but I’ll be back Sunday, Monday at the latest. I will be mourning and listening to Adele the entire way to Colorado. I can’t promise I won’t have fun. I can promise I’ll take a ton of pictures to show you; maybe you guys can be friends? Well, a girl can dream.

I guess I’ll text ya when I get back….

30 Day Challenge Day 09 Something you're proud of

I think one of the things I'm most proud of is my ability not to laugh when someone gets hurt. Not, like, horrific hurt but you know, when they stub their toe, hurt. Case in point, we were walking in from the car the other night and husby slipped on some ice and whacked his hand on the truck and he did the ahh, heeeeesshhh, ahhh, heeessshhhh thing for a little bit. Luckily I had already made it into the house but those 13-14 seconds I was in earshot were a little touch and go.

The sensation of wanting to laugh always makes me feel bad but there must be some scientific reason as to why that happens? I know I'm not the only one who does it and have had it happen to me.

If anyone wants to explain this to me, I'd appreciate it.

I promise, I'm usually funny!

But tonight I'm really nervous, I promise these'll get better! This is my first blog, well, not technically I suppose because I write for the company I work for. I really enjoy it. Except for the time I wrote about having Bieber Fever... I've never had so many 14 year old boys mad at me. My dad would have been very busy washing people's mouths out with soap. I mean, if he knew what a blog was and then read my post.

I love to run. I'm laying low this beautiful Friday evening in preparation for a half marathon tomorrow morning. I have to be honest, I'm a little nervous but not for the usual reason. I know I can run 13 miles, NBD. The reason I'm nervous is because the last race I ran in March I almost died. No, seriously! I live in Minnesota so March tends to still be pretty chilly, snow on the ground anyway. I took off like a shot and was having a great race but didn't want to bonk (Google “hitting the wall”, TONS of articles http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-238-267--13873-0,00.html ) so I pulled a package of Sport Beans out of my pocket to keep my energy up. Here is where disaster strikes; since it was cool out, my nose was plugged. In and of itself, not the end of the world, I can still breathe out of my mouth. Until I pop in the hardened jelly beans and start chomping. All of a sudden I can't breathe out of my mouth or nose. After a couple of touch and go minutes, I was fine. However, due to the circumstances, I'm sure you can see my apprehension to run another race in March. Wish me luck!

Again, I promise, next time I'll try and be my usual witty self. Please don't hesitate to let me know what I can do better or if there's anything you'd like to read about.