School Daze

Hey everyone!  Long time, no see!  I have a couple of relatively good excuses, however: first, I've been in quite an awful mood due to my tendon issues, and second, school started, and I've been absolutely swamped.

Right now I'm excited about school, so that's the post you're getting.  Later, I'll update you on my ankle debacle.  Get ready.

My classroom looks approximately 1,000,000 million times cooler than it did last year, so I thought I would do a photo post.  Here goes nothing'!

I made these posters a couple of years ago and finally put them back up.

Looking at the front of my room - and four of the Eight Keys.

Dry erase board with song lyrics (Tupac and Aerosmith) and my Ernest Hemingway postcards.

More homemade posters. 

Whoa.  Above the bulletin board: Elements of Literature posters.  On the left: objectives/learning targets.  Center: Parts of Speech posters.  On the right: miscellaneous...stay tuned.

My favorite Tupac lyric, hippie bumper stickers, and a poster of an alum scaling Everest. 

A canvas print I made for a graduate school project - a Brian Andreas (Story People) quote surrounded by my Rider Time students' hands (they were graduating seniors, and I loved them to pieces).

My postcard example for students, my autographed VIP pass to meet Jeannette Walls, an Avril Lavigne song lyric poster.

Standing at the front of my room, looking back at my desk - notice the other four keys lining the back wall.

Once a cheer coach...  The spirit stick is hiding behind the bookshelf, too.  :)

Breakdown

I'm sure y'all remember my ankle issues from last year.  In case you've somehow forgotten, I sprained my ankle horribly during a soccer game, went through two months of intense physical therapy, and finally started feeling better in February or March.

So far this marathon training has been going swimmingly.  Other than some shin splints prior to getting proper shoes, a few nasty blisters, and miscellaneous aches and pains that are to be expected, I've been PERFECT - which has been shocking due to my past with IT-band issues, knee and hip drama, etc.

Well, here's me now:

Okay, that was actually me two days ago.  Now it's way more swollen and taped differently.

On Saturday, I ran the best run of my life: FIFTEEN miles.  I felt so good - like I could run several more miles.  And then...a couple days later...my body fell apart.

I don't know what happened.  I don't remember twisting my ankle, rolling my ankle, doing anything out of the ordinary to my ankle.  But starting on Monday, the medial side has been ridiculously sore.  And it has only gotten worse.

I went for a three-mile run on Monday (probably not smart, but it didn't hurt too badly).  I took Tuesday and Wednesday off and actually went to see a chiropractor instead.  

*Side note: I've always been a little leery of chiropractors, but Dr. Rehmer is awesome.  She focuses on whole health rather than just one aspect and spends most of her time with me on therapies rather than on adjustments (although that's part of it, too).  After seeing just one set of X-rays, she was able to explain why I had been feeling the way I'd been feeling - without me even telling her how I'd been feeling.

Today, I was supposed to do this week's long run since I'll be out of town on Saturday.  My student and I were to run 16 miles.  We started off, and I felt decent for the first three.  Then I started to get sore.  Around mile six, I verbalized that I wasn't sure I'd be able to do the whole 16.  Around mile eight, I became quite sure of it, and a half mile later, I started walking.  We ended up doing eleven miles, but I was dying.

After taking a quick shower, I headed to school to put my disaster of a classroom back together.  As I was hobbling around like an old man, I nearly had a sobbing breakdown.  I realized that for the past five months, I have been kicking butts and taking names with this marathon gig.  I have started to love running, I have started losing weight, I have started becoming healthier, and I have gotten legit excited to run 26.2 miles.  I cannot imagine not running this race.  But there's no way I'll be able to run it if I can't get two more long runs in.  And I won't be able to finish those if I don't train with shorter runs during the week.  Which means I will have spent five months training for nothing.

BREAKDOWN

So...I went to my third chiropractic appointment in as many days.  On the first day, Dr. Rehmer wrapped my ankle in kinesio tape, did the electrode thing they have in PT offices, and sent me on my way.  The second day, she lasered my ankle.  And today, the third day, she re-taped it, lasered it again, and took X-rays.  It's not broken, but as she and my previous doctor said, it'd be a lot better if it were fractured than sprained.

Lovely.

So that's that.

I've decided to be semi-smart for a change: I'm going to completely lay off running until next Saturday at the earliest.  (We have a 10k race on the 27th that I'd really like to run, but we'll see how I'm feeling.)  I'm going to gobble down a lot of Advil, use up a lot of ice, and just chill out.  (The third part of that equation is going to be the most difficult, I think.)

How do you cope with injuries while training for something so huge, so important?  Help!

On a completely different note, let me show you some posters I made for my classroom:

These are two of the Eight Keys of Excellence (Quantum Learning).  I'm going to color the keys yellow and then maybe cut a squiggly outline of the words/key to paste to brightly colored paper.  I haven't quite decided yet.

Is this not the most perfect quote/poster for my classroom, a room focused on the fact that everyone has a voice and a story to tell?  LOVE.

So important.  SO. IMPORTANT.

After reading Alice I Have Been, I'm more than a little obsessed with Alice in Wonderland.  And I love this quote - I think too many of our kids are lacking imagination.  Sad.

My next post will be more cheerful.  Promise.

One Year

Well, it's been one year since I started this bad boy, believe it or not.  There've been some good times (i.e. regular blogging) and some bad times (i.e. not blogging for weeks months at a time), but it's been a great experience, and I'm excited to keep it up.  (And yes, hopefully more regularly.)

You may be wondering how I've done with the goals.  Let's recap:

1. Eat good, healthy meals - I have mostly done a good job with this one.  Of course I've slipped up a bit, especially now with birthday celebrations, but I've done a pretty darn good job of cooking regularly and not having snacks around the house.
2. Lose 30 pounds - Um, nope.  I've lost about ten, give or take a couple (depends on the day), in the last several weeks do to this insane marathon training.
3. Work out at least five days a week - Mostly.  I'm running four days a week, and that's plenty for right now.  I need to incorporate more cross-training and strength-training for sure.
4. Only drink once a week - Again, mostly.  Obviously there are some exceptions (again, birthday week), but I have pretty much cut out alcohol from my diet.  It feels great.
5. Drink more water - OMG.  That's like all I drink anymore!
6. Take a multi-vitamin every day - I do this everyday...when I don't run out and then forget to buy them for weeks.  :)
7. Do yoga at least once a week - Um, nope.  This is the one that I really need to start again; I can totally notice the lack of yoga in my life.
8. Ride RAGBRAI - I decided to run a marathon instead.  :)  Also, I chose to work summer school so that I could earn money for a road bike, a RAGBRAI essential.  Maybe next year.
9. Actually follow a budget - I'm getting better...  And my freelance writing gig is sure to help.
10. Read one book a month for ME - I have gone ABOVE AND BEYOND with this goal!  Just check out my "books" tab!
11. Become more spiritual - Sadly, I have completely neglected this goal and, actually, forgot I had set it.  Apparently this is the goal for 28.
12. Blog once a day - An improvement since last year!  :)
13. Be happy - I am so happy with my life, and I continue to get happier and stronger and better every single day.

Here's to my 28th year!

Ochocinco

I have football on the brain tonight: first a freelance blurb that I wrote regarding the NFL lockout, and now everyone's favorite dancing star, Chad Ochocinco:

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You may be wondering why in the world I bring up Ochocinco.  Wonder no more, my friends; wonder no more.

See, Chad and I have something in common: an affinity for a certain number.  While his love transcends all else, so much so that he legally changed his name to reflect it (albeit incorrectly), my appreciation began just 20 minutes ago...

...when I calculated just how many miles I have run in the past five weeks.

You got it, folks: 85 miles.  Five weeks.  An average of 17 miles per week.  Bam.

On a completely separate note, let's talk about my day.  Again, you may be wondering how this is a completely separate note, as I was supposed to increase those miles this morning.  Well, boys and girls...


I didn't go.  I woke up at 5:15 when my alarm went off, but since I could feel the slicing pain of my blister when I was simply lying there, putting no pressure on it, I decided against cramming it into tennis shoes and trekking it across four-and-a-half miles of rugged terrain.  Instead, I hit up Walgreen's today for some blister Band-Aids and special friction-free ointment that ensures zero pain for tomorrow's slog through the jungle of Des Moines.

Today started the final week of summer school (woot!), which I celebrated by heading to my friend's pool for about three hours sans sunscreen.  (Don't worry: I put it on my face.  I don't want wrinkles, duh.)  Let's just say I'm looking a little, uh...

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Just kidding.  Kind of.

Immediately following Adventures in the Sun, I met up with another bestie for pedicures.  (Click on that link to see pictures of her beautiful family.  Love.)  I was super nervous for a couple of reasons.  First, I didn't want them to get rid of my I-worked-hard-for-these-and-need-them-to-run-a-marathon callouses, and second, I didn't want them to hear my bloodcurdling scream if/when they touched my blister.  Thankfully, I had nothing to worry about and instead have pretty toes:

I never get designs put on my toesies, but I was kind of (obviously) feelin' it today.  However, I wish he would've stopped at the cute little white flowers and not gone overboard with the "wispies."  Oh well.  Next time.  And anyway, I'm sure this pedi will last all of two workouts before needing to be redone.

After writing two freelance blurbs, drinking a glass of wine (heart health, you know), and blogging it up, I am ready to hit the sack.  It's been a long day, and it'll be an even earlier morning.

Ciao, bellas.

A Little R & R

After a twelve-mile run, an afternoon of errands, an evening of Half-Birthday Party shenanigans (they had a dunk tank, people: a dunk tank), and a one-mile walk home, today was a welcome rest day.

But, I don't know how to rest.

This was a few weeks ago, but still: does this look like a girl who likes to rest?!  Also, I thought it'd been too long without a sweaty picture.  You're welcome.

Does anyone else have this problem?  All I wish for is a day off, a day to do nothing, and when that day actually comes, I'm absolutely restless and feeling like a total waste of space if I do nothing.  The irony.

I did a pretty good job today, though.

I woke up around 8:00 or so.  I'm sure it would've been earlier since I went to bed about 10:00 (yep, that cool for the second weekend night in a row), but then I received some random text messages around the time of, oh, bar-close, and could not fall back asleep.  But that's okay: I had all day to DO. NOTHING.

Around 9:30 or so I whipped up a Breakfast of Champions:

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What?!  It was whole grain!

I may or may not have eaten the whole box.

Okay: I did.  But then I wasn't hungry again until dinner, I swear!

My initial plan for the day was to go kayaking with a buddy, as he mentioned it last night at the Half-Birthday Party.  Unfortunately, kayak-rental places prefer you to call in advance, so that plan was thwarted.

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So, I decided to read a little more of my book: Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin.

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And instead of just reading part of the book, I finished the entire thing.  I really enjoyed it.  It's a story told from Alice Liddell's point-of-view.  Supposedly she was the inspiration for Alice in Wonderland, and the novel chronicles her life as a child, a young lady, and an elderly woman, centering on her relationship with Charles Dodgson/Lewis Carroll, and something that happened between them that changed the course of her life forever.  It was absolutely intriguing, so much so that I did further research and discovered that the book seems to be largely based on fact.

Anyway: read it.

I wanted to go on a bike ride today, but after seeing this

Please note: this was at 8:30 p.m.  Yes: it's still 89 degrees at 8:30 p.m.

and being talked out of a workout by Marathon BFF, I had yet another change of plans.  She and I instead headed to the beach around 4:30, stayed for a couple of hours, chowed down some Thai food, and mapped out our route for tomorrow morning.

See that temperature for "tomorrow"?  Yeah.  That's a high of 95 degrees, actual temperature.  Who knows what the heat index will be?!  Because we're a couple of smart cookies, we decided to head out at the crack of dawn to crank out 4.5 miles.  Wish us luck!

A Long, Long Time Ago...

...I updated this thing.

Oops.

I've been busy!  I'm teaching summer school right now, and that takes a lot of energy, as does training for this, um, marathon.

Oh, and the free time I have has been consumed with the great time-wasters: Pinterest and Goodreads.

So yeah.

Anyway, I haven't forgotten about this thing, and I swear I will update more regularly.

Today's post is brought to you by...Chloe!

Just kidding.  She's not a good typer.

This morning started bright and early at 5 a.m., which was actually okay because I went to bed around 9:00 and, after reading a new-to-me page-turner, fell asleep around 10:00.  On a Friday.  Because I'm that cool.

Today's run was supposed to be 14 miles, but the girl with whom I was scheduled to run had not yet completed 12 miles, so that's what we did.  At first I was a little disappointed to "only" be doing 12, but then I thought that it would, in fact, be a good thing since my first go at 12 miles sucked horribly.  Today's 12 was nearly 8,765,312 times better than the first time around, but I'm super sore; my right knee has been causing me trouble, and after a quick four miles on Tuesday, I strained my left calf, which is now nearly immobile.

I really need to purchase one of these:

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But since that is not on the agenda for today, I am stuck with one of these:

The rolling pin, that is.  I'm not sure the cat will be of much help.  In addition, I promise that's the last cat photo for today.

So I'm going to work the muscle with some ice, Advil, a rolling pin, and some Icy Hot.  Hopefully I'll be able to move it sometime in the near future.

But enough whining.  I actually need to sign off for today, as I am headed to a Half-Birthday Party for two of my besties.  I'm not sure the world is ready for Round Two of grown-ups on a Slip 'n Slide and road flares in the middle of downtown Des Moines, but it doesn't so much have a choice.

Happy Saturday!

Sleepy Time

Today is going to be a short post.  Sorry (or, maybe, you're welcome).  I'm absolutely exhausted.  And honestly, I'm a little cranky that I'm not jammin' to Kid Rock right now.  Oh, and I stood up for myself for once, and I'm a little emotionally wiped out from that ordeal.

It's not been fabulous.  And now I'm done whining.

The day started with a bowl of Cracklin' Oat Bran.  I know this is not the best cereal to eat, but I was really craving it when I was at the store, and it really kept me full all morning.  I almost didn't even want to eat the banana I brought for my mid-morning snack.

After teaching for four hours, I went straight to my student's house for a tutoring session and then practically sprinted home because I was famished.  I whipped up a quick turkey sandwich (yum) and then hit the pool with one of my new friends.

And now?  I'm fried.  Like, beet red.  Oops.  Apparently I should've put sunscreen on sooner than two hours into our afternoon swimming session.

Immediately when I got home, I popped in 30-Day Shred.  I knew that if I sat down for even one second, I wouldn't work out.  Now I can barely move: I am so sore!  I'm not sure I'll be shredding tomorrow, but I am planning on waking up at the crack of dawn to run three-and-a-half miles.  We'll see if I can actually peel myself out of bed an hour early to make that happen...

My final endeavor for the evening was to hit the mall for another pair of my new favorite pants:

They're from Express of all places.  But I have been LIVING in them the last week, and I figured since that is absolutely disgusting, I'd better get another pair.

I also felt like I should buy this tanktop since it was a buy-one-get-one-half-off deal.  It's cute and will be even cuter when I'm a smidge more toned.

This weekend I bought this sweatshirt in charcoal gray.  I LOVE IT.  The pockets are rouched, and it fits perfectly.  I've already worn it nearly every day, even though it's been 110 degrees outside, so I know I'll get good use out of it.  I could probably get it in pink as well and do just fine, but I'm going to make a good decision and not do that.  :)

I strongly recommend all three of these pieces.  You'll love 'em.

My sister-in-law has been recommending Chi Running, so I went to Barnes and Noble as well and bought a copy of that.  She said it's a great book that shows how to not expend so much energy while running.  Since I'll be tackling 26.2 miles soon enough, I thought this would be a great thing to know!

Of course, I couldn't just leave with one book.  I also bought a running memoir: What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.  I've heard of this book before, possibly in Runner's World.  It's a memoir, which I love, and it's Murakami's journal from training for the New York City Marathon.  I need all the motivation I can get!

Finally, I bought a "for fun" book:

To Kill a Mockingbird is my all-time favorite book, and this is a collection of essays as to how the book changed people's lives.  I'm really, really excited to read it - and I like that it's a book that doesn't have to be read all at once: I can read a few chapters in between other books, etc.

And speaking of books, I'm going to head to bed and read for a little while.  I wanted to get my two pieces of writing for tomorrow done tonight, but it's just not going to happen.  My creativity is non-existent, so I think a good book and a good night's sleep are calling my name.

Ciao, bellas.

Shredding

Morning came way too soon today!  After I finished blogging last night, I met BFF for a drink and commiserating.  (Side note: how can people be so rude?!)  Of course that included us staying out past my bedtime, and I was sleepy this morning.  I haven't been drinking caffeine lately - literally all I've been drinking is water and Kool Aid - so I'm sure that had something to do with my sleepiness.

On my way to work this morning, I ate a banana, and halfway through the morning, I ate another Fiber One bar.  I'm not kidding: those are like crack.  Yum.

After school I came home and gobbled up some leftover quinoa.  Today I added sweet chili sauce instead of Rasta sauce, and it was delish, too.  I know it's not the healthiest condiment; I need to find a better dressing for blander quinoa dishes...  Any ideas?

I then proceeded to take a nap; it was absolutely amazing, just what the doctor ordered.  Following my midday snooze, I met up with one of my students at Caribou to tutor her in writing.  Because we were at Caribou and because I had some post-nap hunger, I had to order my new favorite drink:

A White Peach Berry Smoothie.  It was delish.  I highly recommend them.  They're 300 calories and loaded with sugar, but I think it was worth it.  :)

I then decided that working out was in order.  I took a day off of running due to my blister/foot injury, and while that probably wasn't my smartest idea, I did something different:

Yep!  I shredded!  Consider this Day One of the 30-Day Shred.  I probably should've taken before photos, but too late now!  Just teasing - maybe I'll do that before I go to bed.  Or maybe you'll just have to trust me when I rave about my success.

I can already tell I'm going to be sore tomorrow.  It's been forever since I've done strength training, and even though I was only using five-pound weights, I was hurting during several of the exercises.  There were even a couple that I had to break during.  Oops.  I'm sure tomorrow will be easier.  :)

Luckily, I had a helper:

Also, it's interesting the things you notice when you work out at home and in a sports bra: 1.) I get really sweaty, really fast; 2.) my carpet is itchy; 3.) my carpet is DIRTY!  I swear I just vacuumed it, but it was absolutely ridiculous and disgusting how much was sticking to me by the end of the workout.  Suffice it to say I jumped straight in the shower!

After my workout, I worked on my freelance writing for a little while (major writers' block, absolutely no creativity), and then I decided to "cook" dinner:

Same as lunch yesterday: a turkey and pepper-jack cheese sandwich with a side of fresh mango, strawberries, cantaloupe, and watermelon.  It was really yummy, and I know it'll keep me full 'til morning.

The next two days have the potential of awesomeness: tomorrow could include a trip to Omaha for a Kid Rock concert (I'm DYING to go and have yet to coerce someone into going with me - but I haven't given up yet!) or to Kansas City for a Newcastle game.  Thursday, I may be going to Omaha for a Zac Brown Band concert with my sister-in-law.  And then Saturday, as you know, I'm going to Omaha for Aly's triathlon.  Could be an exciting (and full-of-driving) few days!!!

And if I don't post, you know why.  :)

The Spree

Happy Monday!

Today started off with a delicious smoothie.  I haven't had one forever and remembered quickly how much I loved 'em:

Please disregard the dying dead flowers in the background.

In today's mix: frozen mango, peaches, and raspberries; vanilla protein powder, chia seeds, and UVAB.

Because of all the frozen fruit, however, I had to wait awhile to drink it.  My teeth are really sensitive to cold, and I don't like to eat freezing stuff super fast.  So, I brought it to my first day of summer school and ate it while the kids were arriving.

During one of our breaks, I had the following snack:

Following summer school I went to the gym for a run; there's no way I was going to attempt it outside in this heat!  I intended on doing three miles, but I stopped at 1.5 for a couple of reasons.  First, I always run a lot faster on the treadmill than I do on the road.  That being said, I think I still could have pushed myself further had it not been for reason number two: the massive blister on my right heel.  I honestly had trouble putting my running shoes on because it hurt so badly, and then my gait was completely off due to the pain.  I decided to take it a bit easy today so that I would be able to run my 8k on Saturday.

After the gym and a much-needed shower, I ate lunch:

A turkey and pepper-jack sandwich with a side of fresh fruit (watermelon, mango, cantaloupe, and strawberries).  It was delish - and kept me full all afternoon.

After, I went to my co-worker's house and met her brand-new twins, and we worked on planning out our year; neither of us can believe how fast this summer has gone!  We got quite a bit accomplished today and are planning on meeting a few times over the next couple of weeks, so hopefully all will be ready to go by August 25th!

I then came home to work on some articles for my freelance writing gig, finished those, and ate dinner.

I was really nervous about this meal because it was totally fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants.  I cooked up some quinoa and added all of the veggies I could find: green peppers, onion, mushrooms, and garlic.  I then worried it was going to be too bland, so I tossed it with my favorite condiment - Rasta sauce.  Seriously.  If you don't already have this staple in your fridge, order some now.

It was a really good dinner, and surprisingly satisfying as I'm über full right now; I hope it lasts!

I had full intention of doing Jillian Michaels 30-Day Shred this evening, but as it's nearing 8:00, I still have some work to do for school and for my grant, and I have yet to sit down and do nothing, I think I may put it off until tomorrow.  We'll see how I feel as soon as I'm done with everything else.

On a completely different note, check out what came in the mail today!

My Stella & Dot order!  How adorable are the tiny jewelry boxes?!  (Order from my sister-in-law, and you, too, can have 'em!)  And look: when you open 'em up, they're still cute!

Now, let me show off my goods:

This hippie-ish bracelet is totally my style.  I have a feeling I will wear this just about every day.

I tried really hard to get a good picture of this bracelet on my wrist, but it just didn't happen.  Trust me: it's absolutely rockin' with my skin tone.

I had to have these earrings.  They weigh approximately nothing, and Aly said she wears them with absolutely everything, and I knew I would, too.

And check out the last two - these necklaces.  I thought the arrow was so stinkin' cute, and the way Aly had it displayed was with this disk - this sparkly disk.  It looked so cute together, and I love the layered look, so even though it was expensive, I knew I had to have it.

And that, my friends, is the end of my jewelry spree.

See you tomorrow with a (hopefully) more productive work-out day!

Pump, Pump, Pump It Up!

I'm not exactly sure yet what I consider this blog to be, other than a place for me to talk about myself.  :)  I want it to be considered largely healthy-living and fitness-oriented, so that's the direction I'm going to be taking it.

Starting tomorrow.

Don't worry: you'll still get my random babblings, such as the life playlist I treated y'all to a few months ago.

I'm planning on (hopefully) posting pictures of everything I eat, talking about my workouts, and maybe trying some different routines.  Guess what I'm not going to be doing, though?  Posting calorie counts.  That was way too much work; I'm too lazy for that.  And frankly, I don't think it's all that important as long as I'm eating a balanced diet.  So there.

I've recently started following a couple of blogs that discuss ways in which to incorporate strength-training into your routine, and I think that is the one thing I'm definitely lacking right now; I think the 12-miles could have gone better had I been strength training as well.

Here are a few of the sites I'm going to be referencing:

• The Fitnessista - I love the variety of workout programs she mentions - and she's a fitness instructor!
• Carrots 'n' Cake - I cannot begin to tell you how much I love this blog and how much I look to Tina for recipe and fitness advice; she is a strong supporter of Body Pump, and I could definitely make that happen at the gym
• Eating Bird Food - Brittany did the 12-week Body for Life program, and I think it sounds manageable and results-driven

In addition, I'm considering just popping in Jillian Michael's 30-Day Shred; that is a difficult workout, and I don't have to go to the gym to get it done...

Essentially, I am looking to strength train three times a week.  I would also like to incorporate at least one day of yoga, as I have completely let that part of my exercise regime go.  I miss it, and I think it would really help a lot of my tightness and what feels to be out-of-whack alignment.

I'm always this happy when I'm at the gym.
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What is your favorite strength-training program?

Decisions, Decisions

I'm sorry, but I'm going to talk about my feet.  Again.

Today I ran twelve miles.  Let me repeat in case you didn't quite get that: I. Ran. Twelve. Miles.

Although, I'm not sure "ran" would entirely be the correct word.  It was somewhere in the mid-90's today, with a heat index of 109 degrees and humidity so thick that we could barely see in front of us.  Essentially, it was the most awful weather I have ever experienced - which led to the most difficult thing I have ever done.

The distance was definitely twelve miles.  I would say we ran nearly the entire first six to seven miles, and then it all went downhill.  We. Were. Dying.  There was a lot of walking involved, and frankly, I was not even sure I could walk the last mile.  My entire body hurt, my hands were so swollen that they had creases on them, and I was nearing pass-out point.

It wasn't good.  But I did it.  Kind of.

The rest of today has included a lot of eating and a lot of sleeping.  It's fairly unbelievable.

I also went to Half-Price Books with the BFF and bought tons of books for so little money.  I'm excited to start perusing them, especially the books I bought about Africa, child soldiers, and the many civil wars.  (I'm starting summer school on Monday, and our first unit is all about the Lost Boys of Sudan; I bought several other books to use as additional resources with the kids.)

Now I'm chowing down some Mac & Cheese (the meal of marathoners, duh) before getting ready to go out with some girlfriends this evening.  Here's my question to you: do you think my über-sore legs and ridiculously-blistered feet can handle these shoes?

Or are flip-flops the way to go?

Maybe my Sauconys?

Toes

I'm going to again reference my new favorite funny girl, Dawn Dais, and her book, The Nonrunner's Marathon Guide for Women.  I promise: as soon as y'all read this book and laugh as much as I did, I will shut up about how amazing it is.  But until then, you're stuck with hearing about it every other day.

In the book she talks about the physical disgustingness of running a marathon, which of course includes toenails turning black and falling off.  So far I haven't had issue with that (THANK GOD), as I have cut the nails down to pretty much nothing.  However, I have had major problems with the bottoms of my feet.  Like, ridiculous problems.  The calluses are absolutely insane, and the peeling, shredded skin is super attractive.

It's so weird that I'm single.

But I digress.

I don't want to get a pedicure for two reasons.  First, I know I need the calluses for running; if they were sloughed off, I would have raw feet that would not be able to withstand long miles.  Second, I'm not about to pay $30 for pretty toes when I know they will be back to disgusting within a day or two.

So, I gave myself a paint job and am praying that no one sees the bottom of my feet.  Ever.

Side note: check out how poofy my ankle still is - from the sprain that happened nine months ago.  Awesome.