Wednesday, November 16, 2005

 
We have snow!!! That's crazy! All day long, every time I looked out the window, I'd be shocked to see a wonderland of white. Holy crap! There's snow out there! Thirty minutes later, on the way to the bathroom, I'd look out the window again. Holy crap! It's so white!
Tonight it's supposed to drop down to five degrees. F-I-V-E degrees. Did you hear that?? Five m.f.ing degrees. In November. My god.
We wake up at 4:30 am for another fun trip to the airport. Whooo weee. Jeremy's off to D.C for a conference. I can't wait to hear how Jeremy's presentation goes on Sunday. He really enjoys these conferences and they bring out the best in him. Wish I could be there to see it.

So, my newest favorite show is The Biggest Loser. I can't help it. I love it. I wish I would have had the ability to go on that show ten years ago, when I was 250 and out of control. Instead of the three month crash course they get to drop eighty/ninety/one hundred pounds, I took over ten years to lose the weight. Plus I didn't win a trip to Las Vegas or new exercise equipment either. How is that fair?
Anyway, they showed some workout clips with the biggest guy, who's also this really generous, sweet doctor (and who got eliminated yesterday). His freaky female trainer is screaming at him, "TEN MILES AN HOUR! TEN MILES AN HOUR!" while he's grunting and nearly crying. It took me until this afternoon to realize that he was actually running at ten miles per hour. That's like puma speed. How is that even possible? So while I'm at the gym today, I get this bright idea that I'm going to try and run 10 mph just to see if I can do it. The plan was to run for three minutes, first at 6.5 mph for the first minute, then increasing my speed by .5 mph each thirty seconds until I got to 9 mph, then walk for three minutes, then run again, but this time getting up to 10 mph. I make it through the first pass, praising the universe for getting to walk, and during the second run I somehow reach 10 mph. I could hold that speed for about fifteen seconds, and then my body hit me with an avalanche-sized urge to vomit all over the treadmill. I barely got the speed down fast enough, and then took ten minutes to recover before the nausea passed. When I stepped off the machine, I tasted blood. Did I puncture my lung running that fast? Why did I do that? The metallic taste eventually went away (I'll just ignore it and hope I'm not bleeding internally tonight). I should probably work up to such stupid feats of aerobic activity instead of just deciding some Wednesday night when I haven't run in months to run faster than I've ever run in my entire 31 years of life. I'm brilliant, what can I say?
Other than that, life is super busy and crazy, but fine. I'm still not mentally ready for winter (its soooooo cold!). This weekend I'm going shopping for winter boots. When I come home over Thanksgiving, I need to raid my dad's closet for a ski mask, a snowmobile suit...maybe a few extra gloves. I'm sure he can part with the 134 extra pairs he has. :)
More soon...
posted by Julie Dorn 7:55 PM