Back in the black

I feel like my weeks are pretty jam packed. I feel like I really can't add anything else and most often wonder what I can cut to make things more manageable. But nevertheless my days continually get more busy, extras activities are added and inevitably the things that get cut are the things I would rather not have cut.

Such is life, I know.

Next week is particularly packed because my sister is getting married. Also it is payroll week and I have a few other superfluous things I scheduled that had I been wiser I would not have put them on my calendar next week.

Such is life, I know. I know.

But add to all of that this morning I woke up with a sore throat. Fabulous! The cause of the sore throat--whether allergy or virus or bacteria--is still pending. Could be any.

Yesterday afternoon I spent way more minutes than I wanted in the giant bacteria ridden petri dish known as Chuck E. Cheese. You know the place: where every child seems more like an infectious disease waiting to happen than a cute little human being.

Ugh, I hate that place.

Afterwards, we went over to my friend's house. My friend's house is immaculate and was a wonderful respite after the dirtiness of Chuck E.'s. Unfortunately though they have cats and apparently yesterday was one of those times that I am allergic to cats.

I am technically always allergic to cats. For the most part I make an effort not to touch the little kitties and normally I am good-- free of the itchy eyes, hives, scratchy throat and sneezing. But occasionally just being in a house with a cat is too much and I start the itching eyes and sneezing and sometimes, but luckily not yesterday, the dreaded asthma attack. I have yet to figure out the how and why sometimes I am bothered and other times not at all but at any rate my point is that the kitty exposure could also be the cause of my sore throat.

Allergies? They are so fun!

Such is my life. Sigh.

I know the bitching and moaning is boring. It gets old. But sigh, such is my blog.

Before the sore throat I was already worried about how I was going to fit in all my workouts next week. Problems, problems--I know.

I was thinking a cut back week where I cut both the time of the 2 hour and the 3 hour runs would be most practical. Then the following week could be monster week with a 24/25 miler.I thought a 10 miler, a 16-18 miler and then a recovery run and 1-2 speed workouts seemed doable. And if I could swing it, maybe a swim or bike. Ever the optimist.

But now that I might be sick none of that sounds as easy as it did last week when I planned on being healthy. Guess I better really lower my expectations otherwise I am going have my panties all in a wad by week's end.

Who am I kidding?

I will have panties all balled up no matter what. At this point it is just a matter of how tight the wad is and how big. Really, feel sorry for Ryan. He is my fallout shelter.

This week though I stuck with the running plan (3 week streak!) but got in no swim or bike. The swim was cut because I just got my hair highlighted and I didn't want to mess up the color. What can I say? Sometimes the vanity gets in the way of training. I am not an Olympian --so I can worry about things like my hair.

And the bike I planned on doing Friday but it was drizzling and instead I spent the day in shopping hell trying on a bazillion dresses and not finding a single one that fit right or that I liked.

And, can someone please tell me why they are making ugly clothes right now? Is it a conspiracy against women launched by the gay men who spearhead the fashion houses because they hate women for being able to wear cute dresses? Is that why they aren't making said cute dresses? Is that what is going on? And, by the way, who in the hell said muumuus were cute? Was there a memo I missed somewhere? Is there something wrong with a fitted dress? Psychedelic pillow cases and brightly printed potato sacks are tres chic? When did this happen? Seriously.

In the end I did find somethings here that I liked. This for the luncheon but I wear it without pants. It fits me fine as a dress. But is cute with jeans. And this top for the rehearsal dinner with either my silk fitted black skirt or my pin-striped black pants. Normally I am all about color but the clothes are so ugly right now I am back in black-- and apparently, white too. But the plainness of black and white is too difficult for me. It is bothering me and I feel desperately like I need red shoes or maybe burgundy possibly even yellow. You know, something to shout "LOOK AT ME!!" But honestly I just can't bear the thought of shopping again. Too time consuming. Too disappointing. I must weigh the important issues here: to run or to cute shoe? That is the question. What is a girl to do?

So my week was like this:
Sunday: 6 hard miles. 1 easy mile. Garmin is broke. So all times/pace are estimates.

Monday: 5 easy miles

Tuesday: 14 miles at a 8:40ish pace.

Wednesday: Nothing, bridesmaid dress fiasco. We spent all day finding and buying new dresses. Not easy to find 5 matching dresses for 5 girls. Anne Taylor to the rescue. Super Matron of Honor (Me!) saves the day! Or something like that.

Thursday: 23 miles at a 9:20ish pace. I was just tired. I walked too much. I am not pushing as I should be. I really need Garmin.

Friday: Shopping! Ugh. I use to be such the savvy shopper. I suck now.

Saturday: 10k on the treadmill in 45:10. 20 minutes of upper body lifting. I am sooo weak. And, yeah, I don't care.

Le Totals:
Running: 55 miles
Biking: Nada
Swimming: Nothing