Monthly Archives: March 2009

I Miss Childhood

Since I’m on a roll with complaining about turning 30 next year, it shouldn’t surprise anyone that this movie trailer got me choked up:

Where the Wild Things Are

I *loved* this book so much and there was something about seeing this on screen that just hit me a little too hard. I’m old. I will never feel this sort of magic and wonderment ever again.

It also helped a great deal that the music is from Arcade Fire and they just give me goosebumps everytime I hear their music.

Man – I’m really having a hard time accepting the fact that I’m about to turn 29… my last year in my twenties. I promise to pick up these posts. I’m starting to depress myself.

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A Blurb from a Wannabe Runner

A quick note – Jeremy felt that my last post portrayed him to be a bit of an asshole. I told him it was because he WAS being a bit of an asshole but regardless, he really isn’t. He is, however, really really competitive and doesn’t care if he’s competing against someone who is clearly not in the same shape as him. Just ask him about his high school wrestling career and you’ll understand…

Now onto this blog post.

I’ve been obsessing over running long distance races this year. I don’t know why. The last 5k I ran left me with very sore knees, hips and shins. The longest race distance I’ve ever run IN MY LIFE has been 5 miles and I did that in December.

There is something about the closeness of turning 30 that has sent me into a panic. I’m not where I thought I’d be and by that, I basically mean that I thought I’d have at least a baby by now. I’m so NOT ready but for some reason feel the need to accomplish some great thing to prove that I did something amazing (that didn’t involve plopping out a 10-lb living being from my lady parts). It started with the triathlon and now I’m starting to dream bigger (or I want to physically punish myself more… I haven’t figured it out yet).

Reading stories in Runner’s World (especially this one about Matt Long or watching some cast-off from the Biggest Loser cross a marathon finish line (okay – he lied but he still ran a large portion of it!)… these stories make me want to run.  I’m convinced that I’m now in the closest physical position I’ll ever be in to attempt such feats as a half marathon or even a *gasp* full marathon.  And by physical position I mean that I can run at least 5 miles, don’t have babies and my life will end when I turn 30 next year. It’s now or never.

Yesterday I spent some time looking up the race times of people I knew… and that led me down a rabbit hole of discovering a bunch of people I know (including a lot of TURDS) that have run half marathons. These are people I have never considered “runners” and they’ve outrun me? UGH.

I registered for a 10k race in May (http://www.zooma.com) and that would be my longest run in history. I keep getting e-mails about the Baltimore 10-miler in June and I’m teetering back and forth. 10 miles? 10 consecutive miles? In June?! Ugh…

I can do this… I can do this… I can do this…

While I am worried about the Iron Girl triathlon in August, the actual running portion is only 3.4 miles. I’m sure after swimming 0.62 miles and biking 17 miles, I’ll hate my life… but there’s something about running a really long distance that just seems totally different to me. I have sworn to more people than I can remember that if I successfully complete the Iron Girl triathlon without committing suicide mid-way, I’ll sign up for the Baltimore Half Marathon in October.

I’m just so scared of failure.

I can do this… I can do this… I can do this…

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Tales from the Gym

Sick of reading about my obsession with working out? Sorry folks – its all I’ve got lately. I’ll refrain from p90x chatter though. You’re welcome.

Jeremy told me a story the other day about some guy at his gym (that he referred to as a douchebag) that acts as though he is a serious runner. Apparently douchebag hopped on a treadmill next to Jeremy and continuously glanced at Jeremy’s speed setting and tried to keep up. Jeremy had only intended to run 5 miles but because this guy was annoying him so much, he decided to out run him. And he succeeded. He said the douchebag had to stop and walked away looking very defeated.

Jeremy expected me to laugh. I didn’t. I felt bad for the guy! I am a wannabe runner. I’m not fast. I can’t go very far but I have aspirations to be a serious runner. There is something about that title… it’s so elitist. I want in that group! I have often looked to others as a motivator to get me to run and sometimes, if I’m next to a person who seems to be in good shape – I will look at their treadmill settings and try to get in pace with them. I’m usually defeated and can’t keep up but I try. So I felt bad for the douchebag.

Jeremy justified his bullying of the douchebag by noting his being a weirdo in the gym. Douchebag struts around the locker room naked (not shocking) but also goes to the urinal, butt-naked, with his hands on his waist as he pees. Okay – yeah… that’s a bit much.

I now bring to you the people that annoy me in MY gym. Something to keep in mind is that I happen to work out at MY corporate gym so these are not only weird gym quirks… but these are weird gym quirks of COWORKERS.

- Girls with long-ish hair that don’t pull it back when working out. I can’t stand you. You are clearly not taking the work out seriously because you cannot possibly run/jump/MOVE with long hair without it turning into a rat’s nest. PULL IT INTO A PONYTAIL.

- Extreme sweat-ers (I’m one of them!) that don’t wipe down the machines they are finished using. When I can see sweat DRIPPING off of the machine, you need to wipe it up. That’s just gross.

- People who change the television that I am clearly watching. Um… hello? My eyes are clearly staring at the TV in front of me.

- People who realize that I’m watching the television directly in front of me so they change the channel of a tv close by and turn the volume WAY UP. Heard of headphones?

- People who go to the bathroom completely naked. I don’t make nakedness in the locker room. I am not a participant of said nudiness (I try to be discreet… hello, these are my coworkers!) but I’m used to seeing it at this point. But going into a bathroom stall naked? This isn’t your house!

That’s it for now but believe me, I have plenty more. I wonder if in 10 years, I’ll be a naked locker room kind of gal. That trend seems to come with age. The younger you are, the more likely you are to change in a bathroom stall. When you are roughly around my age, you’re okay being discreet in front of everyone (hey – being in your underwear is like wearing a bikini, right? RIGHT?!). But when you get a bit older… you just let it all hang out. Although I wish some of these ladies kept up with the landscaping.

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Another One Bites the Dust

More and more of my friends are getting married.  I think I’ve reached that age where the number of my married friends outnumber my single friends. 

Holy crap – I’m old.

I fear for when the friends start popping out babies.

Anywho – this weekend was the weekend where I not only fell off the wagon with the p90x diet, I fell… broke my leg… got ran over by the wagon and then was left for dead.  It was Mia’s wedding weekend in Saratoga Springs, New York.

I was surprised by the number of people the flew up to Saratoga from Baltimore.  It was only a 5 1/2 hour drive.  One girl said she couldn’t handle that long of a car ride with her husband.  Um… really?  Maybe you should re-evaluate your marriage.  And when all is said and done with the airport… isn’t it the same amount of time?

I kind of felt like a bit of a party pooper at Mia’s wedding.  Jeremy and I didn’t really go out much at all.  We arrived Friday early evening in time to grab a coffee (from an uber hippie coffee shop… so hippie that as soon as Jeremy and I walked in, it’s like the knew we didn’t “belong” and the jukebox record  scratched to silence and everyone stared as we ordered coffee), change and go to the welcome barbeque.  Some folks were going out afterwards but all I could think was “I’m so tiiiiiiiired…”  So we went back to the hotel and went to bed.  I think it was 10pm?  Yeah… awesome.

We woke up, worked out (I may have fallen off the wagon but I was STILL going to fit some form of a workout in) and grabbed breakfast.  The diner was maybe 4 blocks away so we jogged from the hotel.  No big deal.  But people drove there from the hotel.  DROVE THERE.  And then rolled their eyes at us for jogging?  Really?

The hotel had a pool and I thought this was my big chance to learn to swim the right way.  Except that the pool was 1/4 of the size of a normal pool.  So we hot tubbed it.  Oh yeah.

Then the wedding.  The church was 1/2 mile from the hotel.  Again – we walked.  Why not?  I admit that I felt a little awkward walking in my wedding attire and heels (I attributed it to a walk of shame OR that I had a DUI and no  license so I had to walk) but a lady driving by gave me a thumbs up and yelled that she loved my dress.  Score.

We got eye rolled about walking to the church.

The wedding itself was at 2pm.  The reception ended at 8:30pm.  There was an after party at Mia’s parents’ house afterwards and I thought I’d definitely be up for hanging out.  Yeah… apparently a month and a half of “healthy food” made me unable to digest GOOD food properly so by 8pm, I was SO gassy (but not in the farty way… in that painful bloated way) that I could barely stand up straight.  Needless to say, we went back to the hotel. 

The wedding was lovely.  Did I mention that Mia ran 9 miles the morning of her wedding?  She inspires me to run. 

dancemoves1

Me… pre-bloat.  Sweet moves, I know.  Perhaps I should lay off the wine?  Actually – according to Yahoo, I really need to.

Speaking of weddings, I thought I’d share a pic from another friend’s wedding (Juli and Martin).  Is it possible to be in love with a picture?

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Buzz Words

You know… with the increase in financial woes amongst the nation, I’m getting really irritated with slew of buzz words that have erupted.  You know the ones…

Staycation

Staying at home during your vacation instead of traveling to a pleasure destination. This can be caused by high gas prices, or just a shortage of money

And the one I loathe most…

Recessionista

A person who is able to remain stylish during times of economic hardship. A recessionista can shop on a limited budget and still manage to be up to date on the most current fashions. A recessionista does not let a bad economy, inflation, or a strong recession damage his or her wardrobe and opts to search for sales and shop at thrifty discount stores instead.

I’m not sure why “recessionista” irritates me so much… I think the straw that broke the camel’s back was a story featured on CNN this morning dubbing women “recessionistas” for opting to NOT spend $900 on a frickin’ haircut.  Really?

I hung out with Juli and Martin on Friday and one of the topics of conversation was the whole economic downturn and how it’s impacting us all.  One of the things that Juli noted (she’s a resident of Scotland) was that she was surprised by how little Americans save. 

It’s true!  The fact that high-end salons were even a NEWS STORY on CNN is ridiculous.  I don’t think it’s rocket science that if you’ve lost your job (or had a spouse lose their job) that you should cut back on spending.  While Jeremy and I are pretty frivolous at times, we’ve really reigned in our spending.  We’re not going out much.  We’re not eating out much.  And we put money away in savings as much as possible.  We’re trying to prep for the worst.

But seriously – recessionista?  A CNN news story?

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Random Stuff on Friday the 13th

The irritating stuff:

- This morning wasn’t a good start to my day.  I overslept and missed my morning p90x workout and now have to rearrange my schedule to do it in the afternoon.  As a person obsessed with sticking to schedules, you have no idea what this has done to my mental state.

- As I was scrambling to pack all of my crap in my bag for the gym (I had scheduled a body fat measurement test), I forgot to grab underwear.  I’m still scratching my head about that one.  I grabbed the bra… but somenow neglected to grab underwear… that sits in the same drawer.  I honestly don’t know how people go commando.  It’s not comfortable.

- Last month Jeremy had what I like to call a “temper tantrum”.  In his temper tantrum, he thought he had broken his cell phone.  We were running late to a birthday party and between his school work, a cupcake disaster in the kitchen and my being incredibly late – he had a temper tantrum.  So – we ran over to the Verizon store very quickly to pick up a new phone.  Since we were rushing – he quickly picked up the Samsung Omnia.  The sales rep failed to mention that the purchase of a “smartphone” required a data plan.  She also failed to tell us about the different data plan options.  When I went to pay my bill this month, I noticed that it had increased $70.  WTF?!  I called Customer Service and they nicely informed me of this required data plan but that since the phone wasn’t being used to sync with business e-mail, there was a less expensive data plan.  This is what happens when you rush to purchase something.  Awesome.  Economic crisis?  Apparently we’re oblivious to such things because we’re purchasing expensive phones, data plans and constant stream of replacement iPods from Apple.  Yarg.

- I’m horrified by the news of this.   Heathers is one of my all-time favorite movies in the WORLD (only trumped by Clue and Pretty in Pink) and now they’re making it a musical?  Even worse is that KRISTEN F’N BELL is playing the main Heather?!  UGH!  Why must Hollywood remake/redo EVERYTHING?  What happened to original thought?  Why must they crap all over the things I love so dear.  Next thing you know, they’ll say they’re remaking The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  Wait, it is?!  I hate you, Hollywood.

The good or random stuff:

- However, the good news is that my body fat % went down 1%.  I’ve been complaining about not seeing results… well, I’ll let the numbers speak.  My weight went down a little over a 1 lb but that fluctuates so much that I generally don’t pay it much attention.  Body fat?  You can’t really fake that.  So – hooray!  I didn’t really have a concrete goal in mind when I started the p90x and Jeremy suggested that I make one to help me along.  So I aimed to reduce my body fat % to get me into the “athletic” range.  Every chart differs slightly but the one in MY gym has athletic/good as being between 16-19%.  I just want to hit 19%.  I’m at 21% right now.

- I’m meeting up with Juli and Martin today (in from Scotland!) to play around Annapolis.  Whoo hoo! 

- My new favorite reality show is RuPaul’s Drag Race.   With such fun phrases as “You must lip-sync for your life!” and “Don’t f*ck it up” (used in EVERY show), how can you not love it?  And it’s a show of Queens!  Hello?!  Santino Rice is a judge!  Hello?!  They’re down to the final 3 and I am totally rooting for Nina Flowers.

- Speaking of reality shows that I enjoy… anyone watch The Real Housewives of New York City?  I love it.  I’m shocked that this season has shifted my view on some of the housewives.  I’ve always loved Bethenny and Jill but last season I loathed Ramona and really like LuAnn.  Now I think Luann is a total turd!  And Ramona?  Love her.  What the heck happened?

- Okay – last bullet point about reality tv.  If you’ve looked at my 101 in 1001 list, you know that one of my items is to audition for the Amazing Race.   Well, they’re apparently doing a casting call NEAR MY HOUSE and I’ll be in frickin’ NY (for a wedding of a girl I love!).  But, it’s good to now they’re currently in the casting phase.  Jeremy and I are totally going to work on a dvd.  Any suggestions on how to stand out?

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Indian in Little Italy?

I’m afraid this blog is turning into a p90x blog so I’m switching the topic to dining out.  Even though I’m mostly following the p90x diet, I am still enjoying coffee, wine and the occasional restaurant meal.  I’m pretty sure my soul would blacken if I took these things away from me.
Anywho – 2 weeks ago I met up with Angie, Antoine and Pauline for dinner at Pazo in Baltimore’s Harbor East.  It’s a fancy schmancy tapas place that I’ve patronized several times… and each time I always walk away saying how overrated I find it.  Jeremy hates tapas places in general because he “hates sharing food”.  The idea of ordering dinner is that HE wants to eat it all himself and not feel obligated to let everyone at the table eat it.
While the food was good (we split the vegetarian dinner for 2) – it wasn’t worth the hefty price tag.  Also – any restaurant that has a sign in the front dictating dress attire loses marks with me.
But I don’t want to talk about Pazo.  I want to talk about the delicious Indian food we had this past Friday.  If any of you are ever intent on destroying Jeremy’s will to live?  Get rid of all Indian restaurants in the area.  He lives for this food.  HOnestly – he’d have it everyday if I was up for it.
We decided to visit India Rasoi  in Little Italy.  And yes, I think it’s weird that Little Italy has an Indian restaurant.  I found a coupon in a Baltimore magazine for 1/2 off an entree (with the order of an entree) so I voted for this place.
Side note – ever purchase a gift certificate from Restaurants.com?  You should.  I actually just purchased 4 gift certificates because of an 80% off sale.  I got $110 worth of certificates for around $9.  You can’t beat that.  Why do I mention this?  I bought one for India Rasoi but we didn’t use it on Friday.  I’m saving it for when I really want to pig out.
Back to the restaurant.  It’s kind of a hole in the wall with very limited seating.  This doesn’t mean it’s not good although the 1980’s floral print on the tablecloths kind of made me feel car sick.  I just maintained eye contact with Jeremy for the rest of the meal.  Oh and the tablecloths had little bells on them.  Weird.
We both ordered Veg Samosas (crispy pastry stuffed with vegetable filling) for an appetizer… and at $2 a piece (it’s pretty big), it’s a great deal.  And delicious.
For bread – I’m generally an addict of Naan.  Seriously – this stuff is amazing.  If I would wrap myself in a blanket of Naan, I’d be a happy camper.  However, I decided to “try something new”.  I hate when I do that sometimes.  So instead of the magical Naan that I love so dearly, I took a leap of faith and ordered Tandoori Paratha (layered whole wheat bread).  I think the “whole wheat” bread is what got my attention since I’m sort of following that p90x diet.  For $2.95 I wasn’t exactly taking a HUGE risk but still… if I craved Naan, I should have gotten Naan.  The Tandoori Paratha was good, don’t get me wrong, but it wasn’t Naan.  It was a little oilier than I anticipated too.
For entrees – I ordered the Bengan Bharta (roasted eggplant, cooked with corainder, cumin, onions, and tomatoes) for $11.95.  I heart eggplants.  When asked how spicy I wanted it, I said more than medium but significantly less than hot.  It came out to me perfectly spiced.  Yum.
Jeremy got the Chicken Tikka Masala (chicken tikka cooked in tandoor, then tossed in rich tomato sauce) for $13.95.  He seemed really happy with his meal.  In fact, I was mid-sentence when I realized that he had already finished his entire plate and was sopping up the sauce with the bread within 10 minutes of receiving the plate.  I took that as a sign that it was really good… and that he was really hungry.
We didn’t do drinks or desserts because I was feeling a bit cheap (hello economic downturn!) and I was trying to adhere closely to the diet.  I fully plan on pigging out next time we go… and using my restaurant.com gift certificate ($25 for a $50 meal… and I only paid $5 for it).
While I wouldn’t say this is the BEST Indian restaurant in Baltimore – I was pretty happy with my meal and the service.  Check it out if you’re around Little Italy and you’re craving Indian food.  Although I question why you’d be driving around Little Italy looking for an Indian restaurant.  I’m not judging you though (okay, I am a little).

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