pretty sure i pulled my groin. want to die.
on a lighter note... we are going to disneyworld in two weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, February 11, 2011
Monday, October 4, 2010
Erin - Oh my gosh! Where have you guys been? or Mile High-perventilation and Seasonal Affective Disorder Seattle
Oh hey guys! How's it going? What?! You haven't been getting all of my posts? You're kidding me! But... I put so many on here. I took a lot of time and care creating some witty and amazing posts about my journey. I can't believe you haven't seen them! There must have been some sort of computer virus or problems with the blogspot satellites or a glitch in the matrix or something! It's really a shame because I have just been blogging so hardcore for all of you and I am just so shocked that my posts just didn't work and...
Alright, alright! I can't lie to you guys! Not when you look at me with that tone of voice. So, I may or may not have completely forgotten to blog. I don't know how it happened! Now for the last few weeks, I was out of town choreographing Halloween shows. The other 7 weeks, however... well I don't know what to tell you. I knew I needed to do it. It was constantly nagging at me from the back of my brain. I ignored it. I'm sorry. Let's just forgive and forget, move past this and start fresh. Deal?
Anyway, as I said, I was traveling bringing Halloween joy to theme parks near and far. My first stop was my FAVORITE place, Denver. I know Kelly shares my passion for the Mile High city. It's hard to explain what it is about Denver that brings me such joy. The vibe there is just delightful. They have 300+ sunny days every year, the weather is never ridiculously gross, hot or humid (even on a sunny day, you can go in the shade and get chilly) and the people just seem happy! (There is a strong possibility that this is do to the plethora of medical marijuana clinics sprinkled throughout the town, but who am I to judge?!).
The other thing I like about Denver is that there are so many healthy, outdoors-y types about. I figured it would be so easy and I would feel super inspired to keep up with my training regimen. I somehow forgot about 2 tricky things. Jet lag and high elevation.
Here's how my travel to Denver went down...
10:30am - Flight #1 departs
12:00pm - Flight #1 lands in DC for my layover
12:01pm - All passengers set to be on flight #2 are up in arms as the size of the plane has been downgraded. 64 people lose their seats. I am one of those 64.
1:16pm - After much line waiting have been given a travel voucher and a new flight.
2:26 - Flight #2 - part deux takes me BACK to my original airport where I sit for a total of 4 hours.
7:00pm - Flight #3 takes me to Denver
1:30am - FINALLY arrive at my hotel room after getting rental car and driving another 45 minutes.
It was super fun. Needless to say, I was a little tired for the next day's 10 - 10 rehearsal. I made it through that one and the next before I had a nice leisurely 5 - 10 rehearsal the next day. What a perfect day to run, I thought. After many minutes lying in bed and mentally psyching myself up, I got going. Mind you, when I say "minutes", I mean hours and when I say "psyching up" I mean beating myself up to the point where not running would seem downright shameful and everyone I know would look down on me forever.
I hauled it to the hotel gym. Again, when I say "gym", I mean small room with a treadmill. This brings me to the high elevation. You would've thought I was a 90 year old, 5 pack a day smoker. I would like to say it was also because I was drained from travel and rehearsing... I'd like to say it, but I don't think I can. All I can say is thank goodness there was no one else in the gym (small room) so I didn't have to hide my embarrassing gasping for air and consequential motionless 10 minutes lying on the floor post run. After a few more days of this, I was just getting used to the murderous mountains when it was time to pack up and head to...
Seattle!! This was my first time traveling here so I was super excited. Then I remembered about the rainy, cloudy weather. I'm not a sun worshiper by any means. I try to keep my pale, pale skin in the shade as much as possible. Many bad sunburns in the past have taught me my lesson! I was not aware, however, that I was so affected by the sun and it's magical vitamin D rays. I thought growing up in Pittsburgh and being relatively nocturnal would keep me from falling victim of the depression one can suffer on dreary days. In reality, it was all I could do to get myself to rehearsal most days while trying to hide the figurative Eeyore-like cloud over my head from the cast. I did eventully make it over to LA Fitness to use my week pass 3 out of my 7 days there, but my clever plan of purchasing a pass to make it seem like I was wasting money if I skipped a gym day did not work out as planned.
The moral of this whole story is, I need you blog people (both the very few real ones that actually follow us and the thousands of imaginary ones I wish were following us leading to our wildly successful, New York Times best seller). If I tell you my tales of woe and suffering, they may slowly turn into tales of triumph and glory. I hope this makes up for my 2 months of silence... guess I'll see you guys in December!
Alright, alright! I can't lie to you guys! Not when you look at me with that tone of voice. So, I may or may not have completely forgotten to blog. I don't know how it happened! Now for the last few weeks, I was out of town choreographing Halloween shows. The other 7 weeks, however... well I don't know what to tell you. I knew I needed to do it. It was constantly nagging at me from the back of my brain. I ignored it. I'm sorry. Let's just forgive and forget, move past this and start fresh. Deal?
Anyway, as I said, I was traveling bringing Halloween joy to theme parks near and far. My first stop was my FAVORITE place, Denver. I know Kelly shares my passion for the Mile High city. It's hard to explain what it is about Denver that brings me such joy. The vibe there is just delightful. They have 300+ sunny days every year, the weather is never ridiculously gross, hot or humid (even on a sunny day, you can go in the shade and get chilly) and the people just seem happy! (There is a strong possibility that this is do to the plethora of medical marijuana clinics sprinkled throughout the town, but who am I to judge?!).
The other thing I like about Denver is that there are so many healthy, outdoors-y types about. I figured it would be so easy and I would feel super inspired to keep up with my training regimen. I somehow forgot about 2 tricky things. Jet lag and high elevation.
Here's how my travel to Denver went down...
10:30am - Flight #1 departs
12:00pm - Flight #1 lands in DC for my layover
12:01pm - All passengers set to be on flight #2 are up in arms as the size of the plane has been downgraded. 64 people lose their seats. I am one of those 64.
1:16pm - After much line waiting have been given a travel voucher and a new flight.
2:26 - Flight #2 - part deux takes me BACK to my original airport where I sit for a total of 4 hours.
7:00pm - Flight #3 takes me to Denver
1:30am - FINALLY arrive at my hotel room after getting rental car and driving another 45 minutes.
It was super fun. Needless to say, I was a little tired for the next day's 10 - 10 rehearsal. I made it through that one and the next before I had a nice leisurely 5 - 10 rehearsal the next day. What a perfect day to run, I thought. After many minutes lying in bed and mentally psyching myself up, I got going. Mind you, when I say "minutes", I mean hours and when I say "psyching up" I mean beating myself up to the point where not running would seem downright shameful and everyone I know would look down on me forever.
I hauled it to the hotel gym. Again, when I say "gym", I mean small room with a treadmill. This brings me to the high elevation. You would've thought I was a 90 year old, 5 pack a day smoker. I would like to say it was also because I was drained from travel and rehearsing... I'd like to say it, but I don't think I can. All I can say is thank goodness there was no one else in the gym (small room) so I didn't have to hide my embarrassing gasping for air and consequential motionless 10 minutes lying on the floor post run. After a few more days of this, I was just getting used to the murderous mountains when it was time to pack up and head to...
Seattle!! This was my first time traveling here so I was super excited. Then I remembered about the rainy, cloudy weather. I'm not a sun worshiper by any means. I try to keep my pale, pale skin in the shade as much as possible. Many bad sunburns in the past have taught me my lesson! I was not aware, however, that I was so affected by the sun and it's magical vitamin D rays. I thought growing up in Pittsburgh and being relatively nocturnal would keep me from falling victim of the depression one can suffer on dreary days. In reality, it was all I could do to get myself to rehearsal most days while trying to hide the figurative Eeyore-like cloud over my head from the cast. I did eventully make it over to LA Fitness to use my week pass 3 out of my 7 days there, but my clever plan of purchasing a pass to make it seem like I was wasting money if I skipped a gym day did not work out as planned.
The moral of this whole story is, I need you blog people (both the very few real ones that actually follow us and the thousands of imaginary ones I wish were following us leading to our wildly successful, New York Times best seller). If I tell you my tales of woe and suffering, they may slowly turn into tales of triumph and glory. I hope this makes up for my 2 months of silence... guess I'll see you guys in December!
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Sandrina: 30th
Alright ladies...so it is official!!! I am the first to cross into no man's land and reach 30!!!! I must say no tears have been shed as of yet...but it is still early!!! But the fact that I kept forgetting things at work last week and I fell in the middle of the produce aisle at Wegmans yesterday...if this is what getting old feels like...I want no part!!! So come on girls and join me in the 30's!!!!
Monday, September 6, 2010
tink: crazy treadmill lady
so, i'm running at the Y the other day and this crazy-ass bitch is there. every few minutes she would inadvertently blurt out a word or two. no lie. i don't think she realized how loud she was due to her ipod. but every few seconds she'd belt out.
"who?
who?
Ssss, Ssss...
contagious
outrageous"
and then she stops. for a few minutes anyway. when her face is so red i thought her head might explode, she fidgets with her ipod and the louder-than-she-thinks singing starts again.
"ffff-resh
rock
louder!
louder!"
no. there's no way. it can't be.
"shut 'em down!"
oh, it is.
"B-L-A-C-K-E-Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the S
shake it!
shake it!
turn it up
louder!!!"
she's singing Pump It. this crazy bitch is belting out the fergie part in Pump It. and doing so over and over and over again. everyone in the workout room is looking at her, partly because of her broadway-esque performance, partly because, at any moment, she may keel over and die. in between her lyrical genius she is hyperventilating, puffing down albuterol like it's crack, and cursing some unknown God of Running. she may have some weird-ass tactics, but they seem to be working for her. kudos to you, psycho treadmill princess, kudos to you.
(p.s. - yes, i was, in fact, the crazy bitch.)
"who?
who?
Ssss, Ssss...
contagious
outrageous"
and then she stops. for a few minutes anyway. when her face is so red i thought her head might explode, she fidgets with her ipod and the louder-than-she-thinks singing starts again.
"ffff-resh
rock
louder!
louder!"
no. there's no way. it can't be.
"shut 'em down!"
oh, it is.
"B-L-A-C-K-E-Y-E-D-P to the E, then the A to the S
shake it!
shake it!
turn it up
louder!!!"
she's singing Pump It. this crazy bitch is belting out the fergie part in Pump It. and doing so over and over and over again. everyone in the workout room is looking at her, partly because of her broadway-esque performance, partly because, at any moment, she may keel over and die. in between her lyrical genius she is hyperventilating, puffing down albuterol like it's crack, and cursing some unknown God of Running. she may have some weird-ass tactics, but they seem to be working for her. kudos to you, psycho treadmill princess, kudos to you.
(p.s. - yes, i was, in fact, the crazy bitch.)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sandrina: Running Machine
So as you can see by Tink's post...we are in!!! There is absolutely no turning back at this point! I am very excited about this! Since I was at the end of my 5k training and I wanted to see how I was progressing...I ran a 5k this weekend. The whole time I kept thinking...how the hell am I going to run 10 more miles!!!! I did fairly well...28.41;sixth in my age group and 110/240 overall. So now on to the 10k training! Sorry my posts are not as funny or entertaining as everyone else...maybe they will become more interesting once I start going crazy from all the running!!
Tink: WE'RE IN.
it's official: sandrina and i registered. so now, i think we are all in. all of us. this is serious. i've kicked off my training today by not running yet. it's fucking hot. i'm just not feeling it. instead, i did a lot of other bullshit. i think i'm going to have to force myself to run tonight. ugghhh.
i hate running. who's idea was this?!?
erin - i'm going to use your strategy of being chased by princesses. or was it chasing princesses? either way, sparkles and wands are probably involved, so count me in.
p.s. - did we all pick a different princess for our runners' bibs? i picked ariel (of course!), sandrina is sleeping beauty. i'm assuming erin picked cinderella and kelly went with snow white - the only question mark i've got is michelle, but my guess is belle. i need to know for the tutus i will be crafting each of you. yeah, i said tutus. the drooling may commence.
i hate running. who's idea was this?!?
erin - i'm going to use your strategy of being chased by princesses. or was it chasing princesses? either way, sparkles and wands are probably involved, so count me in.
p.s. - did we all pick a different princess for our runners' bibs? i picked ariel (of course!), sandrina is sleeping beauty. i'm assuming erin picked cinderella and kelly went with snow white - the only question mark i've got is michelle, but my guess is belle. i need to know for the tutus i will be crafting each of you. yeah, i said tutus. the drooling may commence.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Michelle: Better late than never...
Well, here I sit 11:00pm on a Tuesday evening, torn between the laundry piles that need folded and the bills that should have been sent out 2 days ago...you guessed it, I procrastinate. Some call it being lazy, I see it as using my time to enjoy life. I suppose this is the reason that it’s taken me 3 weeks to write an entry into this blog. I’ve convinced myself it was because I was to too busy or miles away from a computer when I was having my best thoughts but really it’s due to the trait I hate most about myself... the trait that I use procrastination to mask... the trait I’m fighting against to finish this half marathon... my fear of not being good enough.
So to bring everyone up to speed, about a month ago I was riding out to Philadelphia with Kelly, reading the sex scene in “Breaking Dawn” while bouncing from topic to topic with feverous speed as usual, when one of our ideas made us both kinda silent (a feat not achieved often, just ask our husbands). WE. WILL. BE. 30. I will be taking the leap in November and I promise to be waiting at the bottom of the cliff for the rest of us to follow with a bottle of Grey Goose and a jar of wrinkle cream. Anyway, this number really hasn’t meant much to me until recently, hell, sometimes I look at us all and still see obnoxious 17 year olds in high school, not really worried about anything because of course, we have all the time in the world. Do you ever feel like you are one of those people who slipped into a coma after some horrific accident only to wake up 10 years later not knowing how things became the way they are? Yep, that’s how I feel. In the past decade, I’ve experience college, grad school, a marriage, new job and have seen friends experience great success, babies, and heart breaks. In theory, I’ve lived a pretty full life. Most nights I can sleep easy after counting all of my many blessings but deep down I can’t shake that something is incomplete. So as Kelly and I began to quantify the magnitude of our impending birthdays we decided we needed to celebrate this with something huge, something we can be proud of to start our 30’s out on a positive - We obviously needed to run a marathon! Silly ideas like this have always flowed out of all of our mouths like vomit after drinking more than one of our famous margaritas (eww, that was sick sorry). I usually get so excited about and idea, like making a craft or teaching myself French only to fizzle out before I achieve any sort of measurable success, but not before I’ve purchased any an all accessories to help with the endeavor. In most cases, I don’t get too down about giving up because by that point I’ve moved onto the next idea to keep me going. I’m hoping this half marathon training will be different. It has to be different. Enough is enough. I need to start being honest with myself. Until now I’ve set my life up so I can’t possibly fail but by doing this I’ve never really challenged myself. I’ve shielded myself from feeling disappointment or that feeling that I wasn’t good enough. Training for this race is definitely not going to be easy. This is totally out of character but maybe that’s exactly what I need to wake me from my 20’s coma.
So that brings me to this moment right now. I’m heading towards 30 going 90 miles an hour with no breaks (probably because I’ve forgotten to get my car serviced regularly, something I’m hoping to learn to do by the time I’m 40) and this princess has run out of reasons to procrastinate. I’ve purchased multiple pairs of workout pants, 4 new sports bras, the couch to 5k and couch to 10k apps on my iphone, 3 books on running, about $100 of new songs on itunes that I couldn’t possibly run without and new pair of running shoes...With any luck I can trade those in for comfy pair of glass slippers. On your mark, get set, go.
Michelle
“You may delay, but time will not” - Benjamin Franklin
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