First world problems.

My coworker and i have become addicted to making jokes out of our complaints.  I am completely pro-whining, but in a non-serious lighthearted way.  I know that i am super fortunate, but sometimes complaining and laughing at yourself is thereputic.
Thus i bring you: 


FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


1.  I ate an english muffin for breakfast, and i am still starving.  I could go get a second english muffin, but it's all the way upstairs....

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


2.  I over-indulged in waffle fries and champagne last night, and now i feel miserable, and don't want to run tonight.  And i want more waffle fries and champagne.

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


3.  Matt couldn't stop eating the waffle fries long enough to let me photograph them, therefore ruining my picture.

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


4.  I went to pick up my birth control, and it turns out the new insurance doesn't cover it, and no one told me.  Now i have to waste time out of my life to make an appt with the doctor, and go to that appt to figure out what the hell my insurance will cover.

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


5.  I only have two pairs of compression socks, so i have to do laundry every other day, or wear normal socks.  Both of these options are unacceptable.


FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


6. I miss wearing cute running skirts, but i have to wear pants because its cold still.  It's not fair.  Next time i see a groundhog, i am kicking it. 

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


7. Today waffles tried to eat (or play with?) another dog's poop.  Do you have any idea what its like to wrestle another dog's poop out of your dog's mouth?  at 4am?  Not the way to start your day.  Also, pick up after your dog!


FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


8.  I really want candy, but my office has a health initiative in action, so now i have to settle for string cheese.

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS.


9.  Girl scout cookies.  Why aren't you here yet???  Seriously, WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS!!!!!

double down

Don't worry, this post isn't about the sandwich.  In fact, just looking at the picture is making me kind of nauseous.


When i say double down, it means i missed my run yesterday.  I was trying to make it to the fleet feet chicks night, but somebody got in an accident on the Kennedy, and there was no way i would make it there in time sans teleportation.  I really, really wished there was a running group that ran at 7.  The traffic was so bad that i tried to take city streets the whole way just to avoid the highway parking lot.  I was doing pretty good until i got lost.  Have you ever gotten lost in the city you live in?  I do it on a weekly basis.  I ended up on Lincoln, driving through some neighborhood with a lot of signs in Korean.  How do i do these things?? I also saw a man dressed up as the statue of liberty dancing with a light up banjo.  I thought i was having major hallucinations, until i realized this is some kind of promotional thing that liberty taxes does to attract customers.  Damn, i thought i had stumbled onto some kind of candy corn hallucinogenic....

At least mine had a multi-colored light up banjo, which was a nice touch...

For some reason, my longer than normal trek home left me so hungry, i was ready to start hunting feral cats.  I. was. RAVENOUS.  The hunger just hit me like a punch in the face.  I cook dinner most nights, but i walked in the door, threw my credit card at Matt and asked him to please make dinner appear within 30 minutes.  Yeah, i really did that.  poor guy.... He got pizza, which isn't exactly an express train to health city, but he did order a veggie pizza with whole wheat crust. After that we had friends over to play with Waffles and watch the state of the union.  (we party hard.)


So obviously my run just DID NOT HAPPEN.  and i am feeling guilty.  Like, real guilty.  I am totally sucking at running since the puppy came.  Now i need to either double up on mileage tomorrow (hence the double down) or run on friday instead, thereby losing my rest day.  I have read that there are some marathon training programs where you run longer distances on fewer days.  Sometimes i wonder if this would be better for my complete and utter lack of time.  


I am only in week three of my training program and feel tired, hungry, and overwhelmed.  I have my fingers crossed for a second wind/fresh perspective to kick in any day now.  Or a 30 hour day.  It would solve all my problems.  That, or the 20 hour-work week.  

Why isn't angry an option on daily mile?

i am warning you right  now, if you are unamused by me bitching, click the "x" in the corner.


I am in an EPIC mood right now.  Tonight was supposed to be my midweek run with CARA.  Did i go?  NO.  Did i want to go?  YES.  I hate that my job is completely random and unpredictable, and making any kind of weekday plans is a joke.  A JOKE.  Oh you're training for a marathon?  That's funny, becase we need you to work until 7 because this random project is way more important.  Some of it is probably my poor time management, but seriously, i just want to be able to make it somewhere b 6:30.  That would change my life....


So, i present you with "Reasons i hate Wednesday"


1.  Any semblance of a schedule has been destroyed.  I love being an independent woman with a great job, but i really hate the impact it has on my quality of life.  It kills me when i read the blogs of women who don't have to work 50 hours a week, and have nothing but free time to run and be crazy fast.  NO WONDER I AM SO SLOW!


2.  Because i worked until 7, and by that time the CARA group was already done, i had to run on the treadmill at work.  That sucks extra hard today, because i wasn't planning on it, therefore i had no headband, no shorts, and NO IPOD!

Wednesday blows.

3.  Because it was so late, not only was i tired and hungry, but i had to run in silence why the russian cleaning lady vacuumed around my treadmill.  She was either encouraging me or making fun of me - i don't know, my russian is pretty shoddy...


4.  This run was an angry one!  Sometimes my job makes me crazy!  and there is nothing like stewing in your own sweat and silence because you are sans headphones and wearing thermal pants in a climate controlled room.


5.  On my "marathon training schedule, i was supposed to run "4 miles @ marathon pace"  Did i run at my desired marathon pace?  No.  If i can't run 4 miles at 9 minutes, how will i ever run 26???

So unhappy despite sparkling clean floors.

6.  It is freezing cold outside, and therefore my knee looks like a grapefruit.  STOP HURTING.


7.  Friday night is supposed to be an amazing combo of freezing rain followed by snow.  This ensures that my commute will be a three hour nightmare, and that my long run saturday morning will be as dangerous as it is cold.  I know it's winter, but why can't it snow/freezing rain during times that are more convenient to MY running schedule???


8.  And finally, because i am in full blown rant mode, How is it front page news that Paula Deen has diabetes???  Have you ever seen her show?  OF COURSE she had diabetes!!  Throw some butter at it Paula....throw some butter at it....***

Southern cooking for the win.

***(I fully understand how horrible a disease diabetes it, i just deal with illness via inappropriate jokes, it's my thing, please don't take offense)




If you are still reading this, i have NO idea why, but thank you.  I just needed to vent because i am pissed off that i missed my group run that i was looking forward too, and that i am still much slower than i am used to being.  It's making me cranky and unbearable.  I promise to wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.