Daily Archives: September 7, 2011

Arachnophobia

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So this morning, I was going about my merry little way.

It was 7am, I had just gotten home from a glorious 5-mile run (lead legs and all) and the endorphins were flowing strong and fast.

I was in the middle of making the bed and chatting with boyfriend while he was in the other room when the unthinkable happened.

A SPIDER crawled out of the bed.

A huge (okay it was the size of a nickel), black, terribly mean looking spider.

Probably about twice this size.

I froze.

Not kidding, I was paralyzed with fear. I stared at it, it stared back at me (don’t spiders have like 10 eyes?) and I dared it to move.

The spider took that dare.

“BOYFRIEND. SPIDER. BED. NOW. HELP!”

Still frozen in place, boyfriend ran in ready to end the spiders life that had so arrogantly and carelessly trespassed into our bed, when it slipped out of sight and disappeared forever.

(I’m telling myself, repeatedly, that it has left our apartment in search of a more welcoming tenant. Just go with it.)

In a panic, I ripped the sheets off the bed and shook them out hoping the spider would come flying out. (What I planned to do if that happened wasn’t thought out.)

All day at work I imagined I would come home and the apartment would be crawling with millions of baby spiders.

Then my mom called me a wuss.

But you can bet it didnt’ stop me from getting quarters and throwing all sheets, duvets, blankets, etc into the wash tonight.

Next time spidey… I’ll be prepared with a rolled up newspaper.

Consider yourself warned.

Oh yeah, I could definitely take him.

Step Back

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Happy Wednesday!

I love that simply by having Monday off, this week feels like it’s flying by.

Which is always a good thing in my opinion when you have a vacation to look forward to very, very soon. (More on that later, I promise) :)

I kicked off Week 6 of Marathon Training on Monday with some cross-training.

(AKA I was so happy to not have to run after logging 18 miles in 48 hours that I sat myself on the upright stationary bike and pedaled to my heart’s content for 45 minutes while reading all about Kim Kardashian’s “totally private” honeymoon. Just Kim, Kris, and 50 of her closest paparazzi friends. That’s love my friends.)

 

Mileage wise, this is another step-back week. As much as I’m enjoying upping my mileage and running double digits, cutting back this week will be a nice, much-welcomed break on my legs… after all I have some activities on a tropical locale to attend to later this week! ;-)

Yesterday, I went to my favorite Pilates Reformer class followed by a 3-mile run.

I was only able to go to Pilates once last week (Aniston and Gwyneth are probably disowning me as we speak) due to the psycho work-week, and I could definitely tell a difference…. I felt weak and my arms and legs felt like lead this morning.

 

Which was really ideal for the 5-mile run that I literally dragged myself out of bed to go on at 6:15am.

6-6:15am went something like this:

*alarm*

*snooze*

“I could just sleep for another 40 minutes and do this after work.”

“GET UP”

“But it’s so darn cozy in here and I’m tired.”

“Booty out of bed. Now.”

Yes, that was all internal dialogue I had with myself before forcing myself to get it done. Once I was out the door and the Backstreet Boys playlist was blaring in my ears (we started with “Larger Than Life” which was a welcome surprise), I was extremely glad I used verbal force to get myself up and out.

The last thing I want to do this evening is go for a run with all of the biking tourists that I secretly (or not so secretly) loathe.

 

 

Off to get some work done… hope you’re having a great (short!) week! :)