Category Archives: Catz
Last night, sometime between the 2:30am bird chirps and the 5:30am bird chirps, my lovely cat Mr. Chips decided to take a little jaunt across our downstairs mantel. This is not unusual for Mr. C – the mantel is the one place in the house he can get to and Deuce can’t. It’s like a safe haven. BUT for whatever reason, last night he took his mantel-jaunt just a little too far:
There is nothing more frightening that being woken up in the middle of the night to a large crashing noise and the sound of smashing glass. While I’m sad about the picture and the mess, I’m glad Mr. C is ok. I just wish he’d learn to avoid stationary objects…I mean, he is a cat after all. He’s supposed to be dainty and cautious.
Now our mantel is quite empty.
It was a big picture and leaves quite the void. We have plaster walls (our house was built in 1920), so we really try and avoid nailing anything into them. Instead we use the picture rail and have to hang our pictures from hooks with fishing wire. It’s an annoying process but it keeps the walls nice.
After that wake up call I didn’t sleep well for the rest of the night. I am still sick and can’t seem to shake it. I worked half a day from home today and slept the other half, so hopefully that helps things. The number of tissues I’m blowing through is a bit absurd and I’m ITCHING to get back into running! Crossing my figures for a full recovery tomorrow…
When you think about it, shouldn’t wine bottles ALWAYS be blurry in pictures?
Now that I’ve successfully taken a WEEK off of running thanks to my body’s rebellion, I’ve been thinking about revising my “training plan” for the May 22 half I’m running.
I literally haven’t done more than sit on the couch, make tea and sleep since Thursday. I feel like a prisoner in my own home and I’m going a little crazy. I’m hoping I feel 100% tomorrow so I can at least hit up yoga and Trader Joe’s.
Anyways, it turns out Runner’s World has a SWEET tool called Smart Coach that helps concoct training plans for all lengths of races. You basically enter in a past race time, the distance of the race you’re planning to run, how “hard” you like to train, your current weekly mileage, and the amount of time you have until race day. Then it spits out a pretty little calendar with your training plan all worked out. It’s kind of awesome.
Here’s what mine suggests for the next 3 weeks until the race:
I’m actually really surprised by this plan. It wants me to run an 11 min/mile pace?? That seems a little crazy?? It also only wants me to run a max of 7 miles for my long run, even though I had planned on doing at least 11 before the race. Currently the furthest I’ve gone for this training cycle is 9 and change, so I really think I need to squeeze in at least a 10 miler. Although, my body did kind of rebel against me this week, so maybe I need to take some of my runs a bit easier…
Here’s what all that gibberish in the training plan means:
I’m going to try and stick to this as much as I can. It doesn’t work perfectly for my schedule, but I rearrange a few things if necessary. I also think I’ll attempt another 9 miler or maybe a 10-er. I can do this. My only goal for this race is to beat the time of my 1st half marathon. I know for sure I can…my PR is currently 2:18ish, which is a 10:30 pace. I am confident that’ll be CRUSHED.
In other news, it’s time for some wine. Even though my body isn’t feeling 100%, it’s Saturday night and I’m not letting that go to waste. Even if it means sipping a glass on my own whilst surrounded by cats.
- Coffee whenever I want it (for free!)
- Peace and quiet
- A snuggly cat to keep me warm
It’s only once a week, but I really love the productivity of working from home – especially because it happens on Mondays. I can be more relaxed which tends to help me get things done. I do get distracted when Deuce goes crazy and wants my attention, but thankfully a good snuggle usually calms him down. The only downside to working from home? Lack of human interaction. As soon as Brian walks in the door at 5 I am ready to talk and hang out and goof off and gossip and all he wants to do is sit on the couch and veg out.
Tonight we plan to head to a NEW restaurant near our house…it’s opening day! Full report to follow…
I learned that the hard way today. I had every intention of running 4-5 miles at my usual 9:20-9:35ish pace. I did 5 horrifically boring miles on the treadmill yesterday thanks to a massive thunderstorm (26:57) so I wanted to squeeze in an outdoor run today. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping to I felt obligated to run.
It ended up being about 48 degrees for the run, which isn’t really my fav. Thank goodness I horde cheap gloves in my car like I’m some sort of glove squirrel. I HATE when my fingers lose feeling during a run.
So anyways, back to the lesson I learned. I felt pretty good when I started out so I ended up running WAY TOO FAST for the first two miles. I was feeling like a badass and just kept going. Unfortunately I am so NOT ready for 8:38 minute miles and I could only keep it under 9:00s for the first two miles. I definitely just wore myself out and I could feel my form deteriorating.
That’s practically a whole MINUTE difference from mile 1 to mile 3. I would so much rather run a steady 9 minute mile for the duration, and I’d probably have enough energy to keep going for 1-2 more miles. I really to learn to reel it in a little bit and be a little wiser about pacing.
With that I leave you with a picture of Mardi Gras cat, Deuce.
That’s a picture of me rejoicing. Why? Because I had a great run today.
I didn’t think it would be in the cards for me today – I ended up coming home from work at 3pm thanks to my bff IBS (that’s a post for another day). Seriously I felt like I was dying. Horrid. Thankfully I wasn’t in agony for too long, but I did end up crawling into bed to escape the nausea. I managed to get some work done from home and when 5pm rolled around I had a “now or never” type moment. I’m not really sure what possessed me to actually put my running clothes on, but I did. Thank you subconscious body.
I ended up going out to my car to wait for Bri to come home, just to see if MAYBE he would run with me. I even told him I NEEDED him out there with me. I got a big fat no. I was totally ready to throw in the towel and I asked him if it would be bad if I didn’t run. I fully expected him to say “no, of course not sweetie pumpkin baby,” but he actually said, “Yes, it’d be really bad if you don’t run.” Geez what?! He then proceeded to tell me that it was all in my mind and that I should probably just get my ass to the park. I mean I was dressed and in the car already.
I guess I’m just dramatic and he’s always right (did I just say that??).
So I pathetically drove to the park fully expecting my run to suck. I piddled around a little bit waiting for Mr. Garmin to locate his satellite friends and I finally took off around 5:20. I decided to just let my body run and not try to do anything too fancy. I vowed to ignore my Garmin and didn’t look at my pace even one time. I just let the run happen and didn’t put any pressure on myself to run a certain pace or distance. As the sun sunk down I heard Mr. G click to 3 miles and I decided to do just one more for good measure. I was feeling surprisingly zen.
Color me shocked. It’s amazing what NOT obsessing over pace/distance/time can do for a girl. So glad I kicked that little running rut in the ass.
Oh and TOMORROW IS MY FRIDAY. This little lady has some white dresses to try on…
Ok so I’ll be the first to admit that I am one of those blog readers who never really comments. I like to browse my reader and learn lots of interesting things from people I don’t even know. Maybe that’s weird, but whatever, it’s blogging. Needless to say this little blog ‘o mine hasn’t really received much, if any, traffic since I started it. But I’m cool with that – I like to blog because it helps me remember stuff and keeps me accountable to do things that would actually be worth blogging about (like running or doing other “grown up” stuff). I’m also that person who enjoys looking back at my Google Calendar from 2007…it’s kind of like a blog in date/time format.
So anywhoops, today I randomly decided to comment on Running off the Reese’s blog about the badass peanut butter cups I found on Justin’s Nut Butter website. Obviously the “healthy” PBcups probably can’t hold a candle to the real thing, but I decided it was worth sharing the info. And apparently people actually clicked on me and are visiting this site – YAY – according to my site stats, people have actually visited my blog!! I am sort of shocked, but still want to say WELCOME and ENJOY.
And many thanks to Running off the Reese’s for putting me on the map…I am forever indebted!!
Mr. Chips says thank you peeps.
And I’m officially off to work for the first time this year. And for the first time since Wednesday, December 22, 2010. This bums me about a bit – it’s been a fantastic holiday – but I’m looking forward to jumping into the new year head first.
You’ve got nothing on me 2011!!!!
I got my first kitten, Mr. Chips, in 2008 at the ripe old age of 23. I was finally living in an apartment that was “pet friendly” and my roommate and I were itching to get pets. She splurged for a pure bread black pug (Oti) and I went the more traditional route and hit up the local shelter. Pure bread dogs are one thing, but cat genealogy just doesn’t seem legit.
Mr. Chips got his name from a menu item at the local diner…some type of chocolate chip pancake concoction for the kiddos. I loved him from the moment I saw his squeaky little face. Originally they told me his was deaf – apparently many white cats with blue eyes have that disability. He certainly acted oddly as a kitten, but from what I can tell now, he isn’t really deaf. He tends to stare at walls, make birdlike chirping sounds, and is completely incapable of covering his own poop in the litter box, but other than that he is 100% cat. Bored by humans, annoyed when you pick him up, and content with sitting in the window all day.
Being the inexperienced indoor cat owner that I was (I grew up with 2 outdoor cats), I decided that Mr. Chips’s oddities were the result of a lack of a playmate. What else was he supposed to do all day besides stare at walls?! Clearly he needed a kitty friend. I thought, “Perhaps this new friend could teach him how to use the litter box properly!” (I kid you not, he does his poo thing and then just scrapes at the air or an adjoining wall for a good 10 minutes, perplexed by the fact that the air still reeks of his shit). Not 1 month after Mr. Chips joined my little family, Lil Deuce came along.
I chose Deuce for two reasons. One: he was black and white just like my two cats from home and Two: he was isolated in his own little cage MEOWING AND CRYING up a storm. Oh and he was completely covered in dirt and was the size of a baby bunny. Truly a face only a surrogate mother could love.
At first Mr. Chips seemed to hate Lil’ Deuce. This is a feeling I completely understand; I, too, hated my brother when my parents brought him home and dropped him in MY play area. Over time the two have come to tolerate each other (sometimes they even lick each other’s butts!!), but my “lets have happy kitty playtime while Mommy is at work” plan didn’t quite work out how I expected. Deuce clearly had some “mommy issues” from the beginning and almost instantly developed a creepy need to be by my side at all times. Mr. Chips just wasn’t doing it for him either. Deuce has since grown into a fat, verbal, extremely dog-like cat who would rather spend his time licking my skin, rummaging through the trash for scraps, or chasing his bff “Doug” (a stuffed fish) around the house than anything. I can’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent ignoring this cat’s cries to be fed, enter my bedroom, or go outside. In fact, I think I’m pretty well prepped for motherhood someday if I do say so myself.
So now here I am, well on my way to becoming a bona fide cat lady. I’ve got two highly dysfunctional animals and a burning desire to keep adding to the brood. Thankfully I’ve learned my lesson however; Deuce recently ended up with some magical crystals in his pee-pee place that had to be surgically removed (an interesting post for a rainy day). Needless to say, that cost a pretty penny and there is no way in hell I can afford another pee-crystal-cat (because you just never know). Although there’s always the purebreads…