My long run went very well yesterday. I got to the gym and it was packed. It took forever to find parking and there were no available treadmills, so I just hit the track with my sensor in it's new place on top of my shoe. It worked perfectly.
It announced every mile as I finished them, and at the end it started with 500 meters to go, then 400, 300, 200, 100.....Finished! I whooped and pumped my hands in the air as about a hundred people looked on. It feels oh so good to finish my goal, a little weird to celebrate it in front of so many people. It was a good run.
I am having a sensitive skin issue, though. My brand new awesome pink running shirt is rubbing my inner arm raw, the seam of the body of the shirt rubs against my damp skin and isn't good. I am going to try: 1. a large sheer bandage over the area (not sure how well it'll stay attached through it all, could it ultimately cause more problems? ) 2. Vaseline (afraid of grease stains and washing it off of my skin!) or 3. Commercially produced anti-chaffing stick (afraid to pay for something that might not work). I'll try em that order, too. I don't want to buy any more things for running. It's ridiculous already.
The track wasn't as busy as last week, maybe because I went hours earlier than I usually do. I'm going to have to start going very early in the morning if I want to avoid driving the Cougar again.
Which I really really do want to avoid, very much.
After my workout I went to Big Sister's house where she was throwing a birthday party for her (almost!) 8 year old daughter (actual b-day is tomorrow) , and 14 of her closest friends (her 6 year old lil sister included). I got there after the party had been underway for about an hour and the pizza was just being served. I got to help with the pinata. It was so fun blindfolding and directing the little girls, then running away to avoid being whacked by a blindfolded and determined 7 year old.
Birthday girl was so sweet and kind to her little friends, we had a great time playing games and getting to know her little friends. I really enjoyed it.
After the party I met my husband at his parents house, conveniently located 3-4 minutes away from big sister's. We went out to dinner with his parents and their parents at the Texas Roadhouse (for his birthday). I chatted through dinner about my running (they don't read this blog, soThey didn't even know I started running.) I told them about the blog a few times (as my Hubby has also) and they say something along the lines of "Oh, on the Internet? Hmm" not big web users... I also don't think they understand the concept of a blog. They all have computers and good ones too, Husband and his father work hard to make it so, but it doesn't mean they understand fully how to use them). Oh well. I certainly have a lot more "fresh material" to talk about when I do see them. We had a nice dinner, and Hubby got nice presents.
Husband got some new work clothes, computer parts, an ironing board (really. An ironing board. I got an iron but had no board. Now I do! Yea!), and some playing cards he collects. He also got a big box full of candy (he's got a sweet tooth for sure). I think they believe I don't allow sugar in my house. I'm pretty sure they have the wrong idea of what I think is healthy foods. They know I try to be careful about what I eat, and that I won't buy certain things (like chocolates, pop or pre made cookies) and I think they believe me to be a food Nazi.
I'm just trying to be healthy because I've seen what happens to human bodies that aren't taken care of. I've met and taken of the 400+lb lady. I've met and taken care of diabetic men who pay no heed to their diets and go into diabetic shock on almost a regular basis. I know what happens when you refuse to drink water and eat your vegetables (colostomy is not for me).
You'll NEVER get me into a nursing home. Mark my words, NEVER
In a world with no consequences I would be a chain smoking fool. I would drink till I fell over every day. I would never put down the sweets or the breads slathered with butter. The comfort foods, the pastas, the sugar sugar sugar.
I digress. . . .
We had a nice time last night and I enjoyed it very much. I had a nice day yesterday and today I am going out with Miss Jessa to get pedicures while our men play games that do not interest us (or rather, do not interest me. I cannot speak for Miss J as I have no idea what she thinks of the games they play). I think they might watch the SuperBowl, too. I just have no interest in sports at all, so I don't care. I like the commercials, they are usually pretty funny, but if people are really into the game, I shouldn't be there becuase I will eventually anger them by talking during the game. No superbowl parties for Erin.
And today, there is no running. Ahhh. relaxing.
It announced every mile as I finished them, and at the end it started with 500 meters to go, then 400, 300, 200, 100.....Finished! I whooped and pumped my hands in the air as about a hundred people looked on. It feels oh so good to finish my goal, a little weird to celebrate it in front of so many people. It was a good run.
I am having a sensitive skin issue, though. My brand new awesome pink running shirt is rubbing my inner arm raw, the seam of the body of the shirt rubs against my damp skin and isn't good. I am going to try: 1. a large sheer bandage over the area (not sure how well it'll stay attached through it all, could it ultimately cause more problems? ) 2. Vaseline (afraid of grease stains and washing it off of my skin!) or 3. Commercially produced anti-chaffing stick (afraid to pay for something that might not work). I'll try em that order, too. I don't want to buy any more things for running. It's ridiculous already.
The track wasn't as busy as last week, maybe because I went hours earlier than I usually do. I'm going to have to start going very early in the morning if I want to avoid driving the Cougar again.
Which I really really do want to avoid, very much.
After my workout I went to Big Sister's house where she was throwing a birthday party for her (almost!) 8 year old daughter (actual b-day is tomorrow) , and 14 of her closest friends (her 6 year old lil sister included). I got there after the party had been underway for about an hour and the pizza was just being served. I got to help with the pinata. It was so fun blindfolding and directing the little girls, then running away to avoid being whacked by a blindfolded and determined 7 year old.
Birthday girl was so sweet and kind to her little friends, we had a great time playing games and getting to know her little friends. I really enjoyed it.
After the party I met my husband at his parents house, conveniently located 3-4 minutes away from big sister's. We went out to dinner with his parents and their parents at the Texas Roadhouse (for his birthday). I chatted through dinner about my running (they don't read this blog, soThey didn't even know I started running.) I told them about the blog a few times (as my Hubby has also) and they say something along the lines of "Oh, on the Internet? Hmm" not big web users... I also don't think they understand the concept of a blog. They all have computers and good ones too, Husband and his father work hard to make it so, but it doesn't mean they understand fully how to use them). Oh well. I certainly have a lot more "fresh material" to talk about when I do see them. We had a nice dinner, and Hubby got nice presents.
Husband got some new work clothes, computer parts, an ironing board (really. An ironing board. I got an iron but had no board. Now I do! Yea!), and some playing cards he collects. He also got a big box full of candy (he's got a sweet tooth for sure). I think they believe I don't allow sugar in my house. I'm pretty sure they have the wrong idea of what I think is healthy foods. They know I try to be careful about what I eat, and that I won't buy certain things (like chocolates, pop or pre made cookies) and I think they believe me to be a food Nazi.
I'm just trying to be healthy because I've seen what happens to human bodies that aren't taken care of. I've met and taken of the 400+lb lady. I've met and taken care of diabetic men who pay no heed to their diets and go into diabetic shock on almost a regular basis. I know what happens when you refuse to drink water and eat your vegetables (colostomy is not for me).
You'll NEVER get me into a nursing home. Mark my words, NEVER
In a world with no consequences I would be a chain smoking fool. I would drink till I fell over every day. I would never put down the sweets or the breads slathered with butter. The comfort foods, the pastas, the sugar sugar sugar.
I digress. . . .
We had a nice time last night and I enjoyed it very much. I had a nice day yesterday and today I am going out with Miss Jessa to get pedicures while our men play games that do not interest us (or rather, do not interest me. I cannot speak for Miss J as I have no idea what she thinks of the games they play). I think they might watch the SuperBowl, too. I just have no interest in sports at all, so I don't care. I like the commercials, they are usually pretty funny, but if people are really into the game, I shouldn't be there becuase I will eventually anger them by talking during the game. No superbowl parties for Erin.
And today, there is no running. Ahhh. relaxing.
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