Spontaneous

Last week on Friday at 9 p.m., my friend convinced me to run a half marathon with her on Saturday at 7 a.m.

Is it bad that no small part of my motivation was rationalizing all of the cake I wanted to eat on Friday night?

p.s. I paid the price--my knee hurts. A lot. But the cake was so, so good.

Opinions on a dismal affair

Summer time means one very unfortunate thing for me this year: I need a new bathing suit. The strap on my current, tube top-style suit has lost its ability to prevent me from flashing unsuspecting children at the beach. Thus, I must undertake that most odious of activities for women in search of modest swimwear.

Since I would like to avoid the actual shopping at all costs, I've been looking online...



Any thoughts?

This is what happens when you don't have the internet at home...

You go 5 months without blogging. Where has the time gone? Well, suffice it to say that I still have a job, Chris is now officially a second-year med student, we have a raccoon and a growing gang of cats that live in our parking lot (which will continue growing until the crazy cat lady that lives a doors down stops feeding them and trying to teach them how to sneak into the laundry room), our upstairs neighbors are building up our tolerance to gangster rap, and I never did end up running a marathon in February.

Speaking of med school, it has been much easier than I thought so far to be a med student's wife. We eat dinner together most nights, and I'm almost as busy as he is. And I'm filling in the almost with running, learning to crochet, and online classes through the UNC School of Public Health which I am loving. I'm grateful that, so far, the dire predictions of becoming a "med school widow" I heard from many a naysayer have not proved accurate. Although I am glad that anatomy is over--I could always smell when he'd been in the cadaver lab too long.

Speaking of cats, Chris saw an amazing event the other day. It was a meow-off. Two cats were nose-to-nose making the most annoying sound in the world, and neither was backing down. It was serious business. And Chris would be happy to demonstrate it on you, just as he did on me most unexpectedly when I arrived home. Think Zoolander meets Dumb and Dumber.

Speaking of marathons, finding races to run that are not on Sundays outside of Utah is a little tricky. So I decided to make my own race. It's the Bailey 20 miler on August 29. Yes, I picked pretty much the hottest day of the year, but the timing just worked out well. And I'm a glutton for punishment, I guess. Chris will be the "support team". His list of duties will include meeting me every 3 miles to provide water/gatorade, cheering me on like I'm an olympian, and diverting traffic :) Wish us luck!