Every race I hope that the distance will be short. For example, when running a marathon, I hope and hope and hope that my Garmin will read 26.02 when I cross the finish line.
I can't get hold of the sugar problem. I quit my New Year's Resolution to only have one treat/day. Of course. I blame the failure on the Cool Mint Oreos. They stole my soul.
I got a new job! I'm serving at a restaurant in town and the other day I waited on a producer that is filming a movie. They have been shooting all over town over the last few weeks. I wished he said, "Hey! You're fun! Come star in this movie I'm producing!"
Same lines- I still dream about standing alone on stage and belting out a high C. I've never felt it before, but I know- KNOW- that that would be one of the most incredible feelings in the world.
I loathe strength training. Why do I hate it so bad? Could it be because I love my couch so much?
I updated my candy drawer.
I'm always scared to run my next run after my long run. (Did that even make any sense?) Injury has made me a pansy.
Sometimes I lay in my bed reading for over an hour after my kids wake up. They'll be watching cartoons, filling pots up with water to play with bath toys, and eating their weight in clementines all while I'm wishing I could hit the snooze button on my children. Mother of the year? Definitely.
Your turn. Spill it.
12 comments:
How do you mamas do it?!
I mean it. Respect! You deserve that candy drawer :)
Seriously? Peeps? Gross. I don't even know if we can be friends anymore.
Hahahaha. YES. I so agree on the Titanic. Can't handle all o' that in 3-D. Might poke ma'eye out. Overshare? Sure. And.. It's finals week. I've had a mug brownie everyday. I have a major sugar problem.
I love this blog :) And your Titanic comment.
My confession - I box, and sometimes, during heavy bag training, if I'm super tired, I angle my body so that wherever the coach is, he can't see me slacking because I am behind the bag :P
haha I love you and I love peeps. I seriously hoard them during Easter candy blow out time. I am laughing about the short race distance because I always pray for that too. At Boston I ran 26.46 and wish I could claim my time (3:20) that I hit at 26.2 Oh the irony!
Confession: I peed in the woods x 3 before running the Boston marathon. I'm pretty sure people saw my butt but I was not waiting in line for 30+ minutes. haha
I wish I could hit Logan's snooze button too. Somedays I feel like I can't endure the next 20 years as a mother. argh.
I wish I had a candy drawer but I've be eating my weight in chocolate bunnies for the past week and a half.
I only do strength training in the basement. Right now it's being painted so I just have been doing the ab calendars and logging it a s a workout
Do you ever open the peeps and let them get hard for a few days/weeks before eating them? They are THE BEST that way!! :)
You, my friend, are very, very stealthy. I have no idea how you snuck into my house and took a picture of my candy drawer.
I know I'm a little late on your 20 mile treadmill run, but you are certifiably insane. I am a therapist and have the credentials to diagnose that. Seriously - if you can do 20 on a treadmill you can do anything. Anything!
I went and saw Titanic in 3D and the nude scene wasn't too bad. It always makes me squirm a little. Rose, she was so bold :)
My husband works for the guy that produced the Rum Diary with Johnny Depp. Sad part is that we still haven't seen it. Wanna hear something cool? He actually brought the original script to my husband for him to see ALMOST 8 YEARS ago! That's when the movie was just getting started. Funny how long things like that take :)
Those mint oreos nearly killed me one day. I could not stop eating them...so freaking good!
I love Titanic too and I remember my parents finally caving and my mom took me and a friend to see it. My eyes were definitely covered for the nude portion of the film!
At least they are clementines and not fruit snacks or Cinnamon Toast Crunch (which I somehow resisted buying at the store today).
How is this for a confession? Today = pay day. Today = grocery money spent. Sometimes I hate myself.
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