I have been in Maryland for four weeks now, and the time has been packed with family, socializing (my mom has soooo many friends), horses, and discussing the weather. And I've been doing some training, not as much as I did in Hawaii and San Diego, but enough not to feel like a total couch potato (plus it's too hot to sit on the couch here anyway). Hercules knows how to fuel properlyMy nutrition has been on the not-good side recently. I think it's due to stress, lack of sleep, and the weather, which I promise to ...
Last month, my Uncle called my Mom for an Opinion. Yesterday, my uncle's daughter Elizabeth stopped by my mom's for a snack and a visit en route to Long Island with her Boyfriend. She asked my mom which way to go, up 95 through Baltimore, or along the Eastern Shore. I had total deja vu. "WELL. bla bla bla eastern shore is prettier bla bla traffic bla bla but it will be dark soon bla bla." It was awesome. What was especially awesome was that Sal ended her opinion with the statement that if they left RIGHT NOW and took the eastern shore route, it would still be light when they passed Elizabeth's alma mater, St. Andrew's, which was the whole reason they ...
"When I want an opinion, I know who to call," said Tony as he was dialing the phone. My mom, his big sister, did indeed have an opinion. Tony and Betsy should fly into Philadelphia and then drive along the eastern shore instead of through Baltimore because even though Wilmington is a nightmare, overall that way is prettier, although every time she goes through Baltimore she notices that it's way faster, but through Baltimore on that particular Friday afternoon they would likely hit a lot of beach traffic. Then she asked if I was behaving myself, and I yelled "hi sal!" across the breakfast table to the speaker phone. In other news, I think I ate something. I don't know. Today ...
I flew back to San Diego from Colorado Springs yesterday. It felt like I was gone for ages, probably because the 12 days were absolutely packed with activity and fun... To recap: extra-long travel day, day at Mom's, day at SAIS/Reagan National Airport (speaking of which, today's Public Service Announcement: airlines can totally steal fares from another airline when you call to change an itinerary that you booked on Orbitz, even when you tell them you only want to change the flights you have on their airline, and then you can show up to the ...
oops I mean Conversation with Mom. Sal and her Tractor last summer It seems that parental stress always goes up during the holiday season, regardless of whether your kids have flown the coop and/or have their own kids. At least, this is what my highly scientific experiment of "does my own personal mom always freakout at the holidays" has revealed to me... Last week I called my mom the day after Thanksgiving, which was my own fault, because I already knew that she'd had 22 people over for turkey and food, so obviously calling during the aftermath was a ...
Excitement and high drama. Yesterday I was feeling kind of not-awesome, but I was at work, and I don't know, work doesn't usually make me feel awesome, so I was ready to just chalk it up to "rainy Tuesday in Seattle in November" blues. Except by 4 p.m., all I'd had the appetite for was a grapefruit, a small coffee, and a bar - normally this would not get me past 9 a.m.! Perhaps my feelings of not-awesome were legit. The evening went by fairly normally - I worked on stuff, Ben worked on stuff, we helped each other with stuff, I made him feel my forehead a billion times, we both decided that the only thing that was feverish was his ...
Word on the street (omg don't tell anyone, PROMISE) is that BEN and I went to a SHOW last night. Whoa. Can you even believe that?! WTF?! The band was Gossip, the venue was Showbox, the opener that we caught the end of and wish we'd caught more of was MEN, new project of JD Samson (from Le Tigre). And the night was awesome, if you ask me. Ben saw Gossip back in July and lamented that last night's set list was nearly identical, which is a somewhat inexplicable shame considering that they have been together for 10 years and must have some sort ...
The other day, my mom marched in from the barn and announced: "Courtenay. Sijui is BANNED from her STALL." (Sijui is my horse, I got her in 8th grade and now she is retired at my mom's house.) Why is she banned, I asked. "As SOON as I let her in to eat, she always PEES. It drives me MAD. I JUST cleaned it! She is BANNED." See technically, Sal and Sij are friends Then yesterday... deja vu. Sal marches up to make an announcement, hands on hips and feet splayed as usual... "Courtenay. Sijui is BANNED from her stall. ...
Eagleman 70.3 is now less than two weeks away. Today I did my last long run before the race, tomorrow I'll do my last threshold intervals on the bike, then Wednesday I'll do my last mile repeats. Actually the long run was supposed to happen yesterday, and the miles would be happening tomorrow after my LT intervals, but last week I did something dumb. I saw a photo of myself from the bike leg at Columbia, decided I looked retarded, decided I would look less retarded if I moved my saddle up 2 millimeters, did intervals on the raised saddle, then oh shock surprise my left hamstring got super tight and made my knee really sore. So, I put the ...
After four weeks at my mom's house, I have determined the most exciting word in the English language. It's "WELL." Spoken by my mom, preceded by a deep breath in, accompanied by a hand gesture of some kind, and most important, this kind of "WELL." is always followed by some form of "news". My mom loooooves her neighborhood news, she is on top of it and very analytical about local happenings and personalities. She actually apologizes on the phone to people when she has no news! But "WELL." means she has something really good. "WELL. She claimed that he started smoking pot so that's why she had an affair, but I know for a fact that the pot situation was a ...
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