jumping to conclusions . . .

The only exercise I've been able to get since my surgery has been an unfortunate bit of jumping to conclusions.
let me explain.
when I started my blog I had a few faithful readers and comment leavers (as Ash says, blogments). I'm not certain who still reads of those few, I know my Mom is there, and so is my daughter but those two aside, I'm not sure who actually looks at this digital diary.

Several posts ago I started getting comments in some sort of Asian language. Of course, I'm unfamiliar with any such language so I couldn't guess if they were Chinese, Japanese, Korean or any other language which uses characters. Without investigation i simply deleted these comments- ASSUMING that they were some sort of commercial for male enhancement or Viagra. Tonight I got another of these comments on my previous post. again, I deleted it as soon as I saw it. I had just completed this permanent action when Kyle got home and cleverly tried to translate the text online. We aren't entirely sure what the text said, but it was something supportive and kind. I immediately felt like a huge schmuck.

In my mind I am picturing a very kind man or woman, patiently reading through my ridiculous rants and verbiage, writing what likely were thoughtful remarks only to have them immediately removed by a suspicious "conclusion jumper"

please, whoever you are, accept my genuine apology and profound THANK YOU for hanging in there.

post surgical notes

typing is a bit of a chore so I know you will forgive the brevity of this entry.

two notes from yesterday:
prior to the procedure the anesthesiologist comes in and asks me all the normal questions. He was standing there apprising me and asks me "do you think you can walk up two flights of stairs without becoming short of breath?". Now, I'm certain this is a normal question, but for some reason, it quite pissed me off. When i told the story at dinner last night the boys wondered if I replied with a "yes, can you?" or a "I swam 2 miles last night and ran 6 on Sunday" . . . but, no- I was nice and just said, yes. The thing is, you don't want to antagonize the man responsible for your comfort during surgery.

on the other hand, a sweet comment. During recovery the nurse said "do you have little ones to take care of at home?" what? and she repeated her question. I laughed and said, have you checked my age? my youngest is 20. She smiled and said "you don't look your age"

she, made my day.

two days in a row!

I haven't much to say, but wanted to stay on a roll.

I'm slowly but surely cleaning up the old blog- I removed that years old picture of myself in front of the white house- my hair was a hideous chlorine infused blond and i was also a good 30 pounds heavier than the new, improved, dark haired me!

Next will be to clean up the side panel, including the what I'm reading section.

I just finished Ken Follet's book (as you know) and have moved on to yet another plague inspired book- more on that later!

back to work! I just wanted to be sure to put fingers to keyboard in this venue today!

Viva Las Vegas

Some people come for the shows, others for the food, some to gamble, go to a spa or a combination of all. I come to relax and do very little. I packed my 1000 plus page book having read about 400 pages before the trip. I also packed my new green polka dot bikini, and of course my work out clothes.

Our room was a magnificent suite- it contained a bar, a living room, a dining area, a bedroom and a bathroom which was bigger than a NYC apartment.

Shortly after arrival I whipped out my book and set to work. It was slightly sunny, but certainly not bikini weather. Off to the pool, bundled in some towels I started digesting my cheery book (kidding) set in the late middle ages. The book, Ken Follets follow up to his masterpiece "Pillars of the Earth", is an equally engaging story. I found myself reading whenever possible and nearly finished the book before our trip to the airport this afternoon.

Located in the Mirage is the studio of Kim Vo- master hair colorist. I wonder how much it would cost to have my hair colored there? Definitely I had grey peaking out at the top, temples and framing the face. Well, I didn't need to ask because- ta-da- yes- I packed a box of my go to "medium brown" by Revlon- 10 minutes later my hair was restored to it's look of 20 years ago, and for a lot less money. I wondered what the housekeepers thought when they cleaned the bathroom and saw my discarded box of hair coloring? The probably shook their heads and thought "trailer trash"

And so yesterday was spent working out- eating out- and of course, reading.

Today we had lovely sun and so on went the polka dot bikini- A couple of hours outside got me close to the end of the book and a little color obtained on my winter white skin.

As I write this we are stuck in the Las Vegas airport due to weather delays at home.

I don't care- it gives me a little longer to finish my book, catch up on emails and savor the memories of a wonderful get away!

Goals and resolutions . . .

well, I haven't made many resolutions for the new year.
Yes- finally make goal weight- MY GOD when will that happen? I take two steps forward and three back! I've considered changing my goal so many times and then Kyle calming said . . . "do you expect the finish line to change in a marathon?" . . . arghhhhhhhh I hate common sense.

New goals for 2010 . . .
A combined swimming/running total of 1000 miles . . . is it extreme? maybe.
doable? perhaps?
is my my goal? HELL YES
wish me luck and stay tuned!

Barbie, meet Fred

I've been a bad blogger. My new friend facebook takes all my free internet time. I apologize to all four of my readers and hope that I can return to this format a bit more often.
That said, this is what is on my mind.
I have hideous feet.
Not only are they not a pleasure to look at (whose feet are) but they cause pain and difficulty to get around on. I joked recently (on facebook) that if Barbie married Fred and had children, they would have my feet. Look at poor Barbies tootsies. She has a front and a back and no arch that touches the ground- I have the SAME foot- although mine aren't plastic. Next, let's look at Fred. He is happy because he doesn't have to go shopping to try to find shoes to stuff those fat little sausages into . . . arghhh....

Well, the problem isn't so much with daily wear shoes. You sit and get off your feet often enough that pain isn't an issue. The problem has developed as I'm training for this 1/2 marathon in February. As my mileage increases, so does my pain. Almost 2 weeks ago I went to a local merchant who, after careful consideration, decided my best bet was the Asics cumulus 8 Wide. It of course, needed to be special ordered. So- I left the store fully expecting my special order to arrive in about 10 days. On the expected day I strode into the store to find out the shoe hadn't even been ordered yet "so sorry" . . . ARGHHHHH. A couple of phone calls later I located a store with the shoe in stock and to top it off, I had a 10% coupon for that day!

Today was my first day in this shoe "perfect for my foot" (according to the dude who never ordered the damn thing). My run today was 9 miles. At the 6 mile marker I had to sit, remove my shoe, massage my toes and convince myself to finish. I did, but man I was hurting. I returned the shoe- worried they wouldn't take it back. Not only did they take it back, but a lovely young man spent a ton of time helping me find a solution to my problem. And the verdict? A mans shoe, wider throughout and that sort of prehistoric fit I needed.

I'm not entirely sure that this is the solution- I'll know more after my next run.
If so- I'm going to need a bedazzler though so I can make these butch things a bit more feminine!

By the way, Sportsbasement ROCKS!