charlatan psychic

It's a quiet day in my house today. The TV is on, the cat is curled up on a newspaper article (sent from my MIL), and the dog is napping on the floor. I am sitting with my foot propped up on my giant stuffed white reindeer (Whitey) with an ice pack. What? Why am I doing this? What did I do? I did something stupid. This morning the pup and I went for a run. It was a good run. We stopped at the dog park as always. I sometimes tip the cement water bowls up on their edge and clean out all the debris that builds up in them.  I did that this morning, but instead of gently lowering it down, I let it fall. And it fell. ON. MY. TOE. The corner of the square cement bowl hit the big toe of my right foot. My first thought was that I had broken it. I went ahead and filled the water bowl so Remy could get a drink, then we went home. I limped the whole way. It was pretty damn painful. I put ice on it right away and called mom, like a good kid. I was able to shower and get dressed, ...

So, one thing we figured out on our vacation to Colorado is that I would fit better on a women's specific bike. We looked around a little while on vacation but didn't see anything for me. J is also looking for a new bike, but had something more specific in mind. I was just looking to see what was out there. Before we left on our trip, we had seen a nice looking Felt bike at one of our local bike shops. Once we got back from vacation, we headed back to that same shop, hoping to get more info on a bike for J. The bike I had seen before was still there. It wasn't like anything I could find online, even on the Felt website. So I asked about it. Turns out it's a 2011 model that just never sold. Felt doesn't even make the ZW6 anymore. World, meet Honey. Honey, meet the world. I've been on 3 rides on her, and so far, I'm in love. The seat is made to fit a woman's butt, and mine doesn't get as sore on rides. The handle bars are set for a more ...

I had a bit of an "I can't believe I ate that" moment this morning. I went out to lunch yesterday and made probably the worst possible options. Holy crap. No wonder the scale was high this morning. I'm glad I have a 2 hour belly dance class today. I'm also going to try to get a long run in this afternoon. This worries me a little because of my run on Monday. But let me backtrack a little further and take you to Sunday morning. J went for a bike ride. I got on my bike, and went on a very short ride. The cold air made my hand hurt and I had trouble braking with that hand. So I went back home and changed into my running clothes. Remy and I headed out on the 3 mile track. I had to stop and walk a few times, to work out some tight spots on my left side. No biggie. I was able to get into a slow run within the first mile and keep that up, except when the pup needed to stop. In general, I felt good. It felt good to get out there and run again. So Monday afternoon, I...

...and the sidewalk won! First - the story. I decided to go for a long run yesterday afternoon, after Duke's vet appointment. The half marathon is in 2 weeks, and I haven't been running. I felt pretty good, but didn't want to push too hard so I figured 6 miles, with the Haan bridge in the middle. Meanwhile, J took Remy out for an easy 3. I got over the bridge and right where it levels out, my toe caught on some bit of sidewalk that sticks out the tiniest little bit. I had this horrid sensation of slowed time. I knew I was falling. Then I knew I couldn't catch myself and that I was going to go down hard. WHAM! My face hit the cement. The next few minutes felt like much longer, but I know in reality it was just a few minutes. I sat up and tried to wipe at some of the blood coming from my nose. I had to catch my breath and consciously slow my breathing. I pulled my cell phone out from my water belt pocket and dialed J. Lucky point #1 - I don't usually take my...