I’m Thinking Out Loud about how grateful I am to my blogger friends (again), PRs (again, in case you missed it), and, of course, Bandit. Someday I’ll be able to stop posting updates on him because he’ll just be part of the pack!
What is a PR, anyway?
I touched on this briefly in my Girls on the Run 5k recap. A PR should be so simple, right? It’s a personal record, as in the fastest you’ve ever run a distance.
Does it only count if you achieve it in a race? Not that I ever PR a training run, anyway!
Does it count if the course is short?
What if you know that your actual time was a PR, but the race only uses gun time, not chip time?
Race tee sizing
This isn’t actually a rant — someday I’ll air my pet peeve about race shirt sizing. Nope, this one was a sort-of pleasant surprise.
I wasn’t guaranteed a tee size for my Girls on the Run 5k because I signed up so late. I’ve got plenty of race tees so no biggie. You had your choice of M, L, or XL, but no guarantees if you picked it up the day of the race, like I did. And when I picked mine up, all they had were L & XL — I figured it would make a nice layer or throwaway, being such a nice bright yellow.
Then Sunday night when winter arrived in a really fierce way, I figured it would be good to sleep in. I got it, looked at it, and thought “man, these really ran small”. So I looked at the label — surprise, surprise, it was a small!
Everyone has an opinion
I know my body fairly well. When I somehow pulled a groin muscle during sleep (or so it seemed) and shared that on the blog, my blogging peeps were full of advice: rest. don’t stretch too much. roll it.
Although I’ve been known to be wrong, I was fairly certain it would go away on its own (which it has, unless it comes back of course).
I know my friends just had my back, but I always get a chuckle out of the advice that comes out when you admit to a niggle — and I am 100%, absolutely guilty of doing the same thing.
I wrote about how grateful I am to all of you yesterday in this post, and I am, and I hope if you’re celebrating Thanksgiving today — or if you’re not — that you’re having a totally awesome day.
So I’ve been feeling as though I’m fighting off a cold all week long . . .
Team foil roaster pan?
I have real roaster pans. They’re rarely used. Y’all know my “love” of cleaning and housework! So when I have to roast something, most of the time I use a foil roaster pan, even though I try to avoid using foil much around food.
I bought my turkey parts — breast, wings, drumsticks — that’s how I roll instead of an actual turkey — on Monday. I’d bought my roaster pans ahead of time. Or so I thought. When I got home I realized that there is no way those turkey parts are going in the two pans I bought. I was going to go back out, because I don’t want to have to go out shopping tomorrow (or Wednesday), but Mr. Judy offered to throw himself into the gladiator pit for me and pick some up.
I need some large ziplocs too . . . .
You know you love something when you miss it
Like running — you know how when you can’t run, it seems like runners are everywhere, and all you want to do is run?
Or blogging, for instance. Maybe because it’s still relatively new for me. But when I couldn’t blog as much as I wanted to during all the family drama, I really missed it.
I keep telling myself I’ll pull back, just a bit, to turn out more quality posts, rather than quantity, and yet . . . here I am. I’ve always been a journaler/journalist/diarist? at hear.
We made a second visit to the vet (see my scene of the crime post from a few weeks ago) and Bandit did great again.Of course, he didn’t have to wait in a waiting room for half an hour and still didn’t see the vet, but he did get on the scale and I did pick him and put him on the exam table. Baby steps!
I also made a quick pitstop at the grocery store and left him in the car for about 5 minutes. I gave him a piece of jerky, which he stopped eating the minute I left the car without him. When I came back out, he was sitting and just staring at the dog. But he wasn’t jumping up, barking, or destroying the car. He got back to work on the jerky when I got back in the car.
It got so cold and windy that he didn’t get a walk for a couple of days, too. The first day I tried, and he was totally not into to it, so I gave us all a break (we’re talking windchills in the teens). He seems to be managing.
Part of it is his secret supplement cocktail: Nurticalm, RX Clay, and Diarrhea Tabs (Amazon affiliate links). He is sleeping through the night and I’m not having to clean up messes. Knock on wood! It’s like having a baby or a puppy . . .
In some ways he’s so like Chester — separation anxiety resulting in poor poops and not touching food when I’m out (we’re past that now), smart, protective, prefers me to Mr. Judy although not quite as bad as Chester was, not terribly interested in playing with Lola — although the jury is still out on that one.
There are a couple of major differences: with Chester, most days, getting out first thing in the morning was like a major emergency (Bandit was like that at first, too, but things have calmed down and now I don’t take him out until I’ve fed Gizmo — big change!). And Bandit is like Lola in that he likes to go to sleep early. He snoozes in his bed while we watch tv and he actually would rather go into his crate than downstairs with Mr. Judy!
Today will be a big test for him, with all the chaos and people, assuming the weather isn’t too bad and my family gets here. I’ll let you know how he did next week.
Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:
Team real roaster pan or foil roaster pan?
Do you play a doctor on the Internet?
How did Thanksgiving go and what did you serve (recipes please!)?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: