get your hands out of my mouth...

Do you ever wonder if dentists, hygenists and assistants attempt to see how many hands they can actually get into one person's mouth...like a game they play.  I mean man, it's bad enough that they stick that dam in there (which regardless of the fact that people think I have a big mouth, is still a relatively small space) with your lips all squished up your face and your mouth held open like some kind of medieval torture, but then they've got to get there hands in there and dig around...intolerable!

I actually have a pretty high pain tolerance, but I am admittedly the biggest suck when it comes to pain in my mouth and today is no exception.  Look...I don't mind the dentist, it's actaully kind of a nice quiet place to chill out; I don't however, appreciate it when people insist on asking me open-ended questions that beg for immediate answers...come on now...can't you see that I'm trying to relax while you have your hands in my mouth; I get that they probably have a knack for understanding gibberish but I don't particularily like speaking it...unless, of course, I'm giving directions...then you can't get me to stop spewing nonsense (see post on giving bad directions)...did it again to my poor brother this evening...i just can't help myself...sorry man.

Anyway, back to the dentist, why does it cost so much? Granted, I realized today how vain I actually am about my teeth, as they replaced a massive amalgam filling with a pretty nondescript white one and I head back for a few more next week and let me tell you...they are FANCY, you can't even tell that they are there, so I suppose I just answered my own question, they are expensive because I am vain and care about how my teeth look and will pay the money...next time you see me, ask me to show you...i totally will...because that's just the way I roll.
oh and I got my swanky new laptop today...happy motha's day to me!  Merci Blaine and Sylvie...xoxoxo.

I give bad directions...

There it's finally out there...(this is obviously me talking about anything other than what I really want to drone on about...but I've said my peace and will reserve conversations about the 'beloved' for those who care and or know what I'm talking about) for now, I'll speak of directions and my inability to give them.

Today it really hit home, I was attempting to give directions to a friend, to a place that I have been, in a city I have lived in for 35 years and it was as if I rose out my body and was listening to myself give this convoluted mess of directions with these awkward pauses (I know it was because I was calculating which way was left and  right, without doing that 'L' thing with your hand...YOU know what I'm talking about, don't try to deny it), I was embarrassed for myself and yet I could not stop talking, and I realized that Blaine and the majority of my friends were right, I give REALLY bad directions.  WAY too much detail, confusion about left and right (don't you dare judge me), the anxiety that I might get it wrong and send them to an alternate dimension...so stupid I know, but I think it's actually a documented syndrome...i will soon be taking medication for it, you can be sure of that.  But seriously, what the hell, I know of which I speak and yet I could not get to you to where you wanted to go, if my life or yours depended on it. The lesson in all of this...just don't ask and you won't have to be embarrassed for me as I stutter and pause my way through giving you directions to somewhere as simple as downtown.

today it hurts to smile

no not because I had work done (although ask me again on wednesday when I will have had work done), but because my beloved ended, are beloveds allowed to end?  I thought they were timeless, all encomapssing and never-ending...i guess two out of three isn't bad. Ah LOST, you will be missed with your mindf*%kery, time-bending stories, your handsome men and beautiful kickass women (Claire, even in your state of crazy you were lovely, dirty, but lovely) Kate, I hate you as much as I love you and Sun, so tragic.  The finale made me sob recklessly in the company of friends wearing costumes and eating dharma snacks, including some polar bear cupcakes, which were delicious Erin, thank you.  I have questions, but can't seem to talk about them right now (it just hurts too much..sob)...i'll wait...i'll let them perculate...and then I will start watching all over again, and again and again...huh...maybe it can be never-ending...oh sure I know what your thinking, Claire isn't the only one that's three cups of crazy, but hey...that's just the way I roll.

surprised myself...

Wow...what a day, I managed not to die during the TC 10K (didn't hit the inhailer once...so proud!)  It was a sleepy start to the day, couldn't find my team (classic), but I did run into my good friend Erin, who like myself, was running her first 10K...well done my friend!

I had a goal before the race started, run 6 minutes, walk 1 minute, keep the pace; as I crossed the start line I started the timer on my watch and the soundtrack to GLEE Vol.1 on my ipod (for the record, I should have had a better selection of 'run' tunes, but you use what you know...squeee to GLEE!)

I got into a rhythm right away, it was kind of fun, trying not to trip others, or myself, shimmying into the thick of it, passing some people, being passed by others...pretty cool.  Before I knew it, 10 minutes had passed and I hadn't started to walk yet and I thought, "hmmm....i feel pretty good, maybe I'll keep going", suddenly 40 minutes had elapsed and I was at Kilometer 6 and I just HAD to change the tunes, so I allowed myself a three minute walking hiatus to put on something a little jazzier than "Dancing with Myself" by Artie from the cast of GLEE.

After that I finished pretty strong, even got a little misty at Kilometer 9...I had never run a full 10K before, I have to say, it felt pretty damn good.  I finished with a pretty respectable time of 63 minutes (considering my first training run was on Monday at the beginning of the week, I feel a HUGE sense of accomplishment).

It was a good day, looking forward to my first trail run in May...if the knot in my calf ever goes away.

It might have been too much...

It was a late start to the day...8:30 to be exact, I got to sleep in because someone called for daddy instead of mummy (bless her heart) and bless daddy for sucking it up.  Managed a run, a long one, with less walking and way more running, it felt good...it made me happy.  It rained and it didn't phase me, I kind of liked it.  Am I ready for my 10K on Sunday...umm...probably not, but hey, I'll give it a shot.

Felt so good that I did an ab workout when I got home, becuase apparently my philosophy is go big or go home...or injure yourself (we'll see).  Then as if that wasn't enough I decided to hit a Moksha class (it was a Karma Class...for charity)...I hurt, although not as bad as I'm going to hurt tomorrow...yikes!

I realize that it might have been too much, but I feel great, so we'll see.  Wish me luck, running soon.

FYI: http://www.mokshayogavictoria.com/

runnin' like a Goonie

So I've been thinking (now that I have two whole runs under my belt) that I would really like to take up trail running...well sure it's a bit more dangerous with lots of hills and things sticking out of the earth, but think about it for a second...
Remember when you were a kid, and you would run through trails chasing after the rest of the Goonies, or when you were attempting to outrun killer pygmys in your Indiana Jones getup...no...ummm...ok just me then.

Truth be told trails are where its at and running through them is still fun and I ain't no spring chicken. Oh sure the injuries might be slightly more disasterous, but so worth it, just to check out the views (and you can tell people you run up mountains for fun).

It's still open for debate, however, FYI it's called the Gutbuster Series and it is all over the island...now you tell me that doens't look like fun!

http://www.gutbustertrailrun.com/

I'm just saying maybe we need to incorporate a little more fantasy into our exercise and perhaps we'll want to do it more often...

600 flailing arms and a rainbow of pinnies...

I did it! I managed a run (walk/run, let's be honest)...just one so far, but the knee held up (that makes me sound like i'm 60..sad), and it was longer than I usually do, so yay me! Dallas Rd. is so nice to run along, when you're not getting tangled up in multiple dog leashes or stuck behind people that feel that if they are occupying the path, no one should be in front if them...I LOVE that!

The day was gorgeous, I only stumbled once and took two hits off of my inhailer...just keeping it real, Erin, do you still want to run with me? ;)
I'm nearing the end of the run, it's been about 45 minutes, so I'm obviously delirious and I keep passing all of these pylons, so I think to myself, "hmmm...seems like a weird time of day to have dog obedience classes (why I thought this I will never know)regardless, I carry on running and suddenly I notice 100s of cars parked along the road and again think to myself "is there a dog show on or something?" Dog show...wtf? Why dog show? Anyway, I was completely perplexed by the pylons and the cars and with no acceptable conclusion, I ran on...

That's when I heard it, (the gleeful anticipation)...and then they were upon me and I did my best to steer clear of their tiny bodies with flailing arms, it was most difficult, the arms moved as if independant from their bodies, too skinny and all over the place, one clipped my arm, another my shoulder...

I heard them before I saw them, don't ask me how, 300 little boys running towards me in every colour under the sun, It was like being attacked by a rainbow, a cross country race (oh how I used to love those as a kid) and I was right in the middle of it, running in the opposite direction, I won't lie, I was afraid...how did I not see them? Why didn't anyone tell me to get out of the way? Why was I oblivious to the signs? It was beyond embarrassing, but kind of hilarious at the same time.

We all survived, I high-tailed it with the hopes that no one took my photo in the mayhem...could you imagine.
So the question remailns, will I be running with my ipod so loud tomorrow...ummm, probably not.