Tuesday, July 31, 2007

run run run run run run run

I ran a half marathon on Sunday. Today is Tuesday. I want to run it again. Right now.

I've said this before and I'll say it again--The RunSFM 1st Half Marathon is my favorite half marathon ever. Maren and Julia inspired me to write down what I remembered from it:

The night before: After braving the the race expo with Dana, Julia, Jonathan, Maren, Ryan, Leah, Kaylynn, Brook, and Moshe, Dana and I met up with Alan and Erica for dinner at Chiaroscuro on Washington. Yummy. Then I had this great idea. Why pay almost $8 for a tiny dessert when you can pay almost $8 for a big, huge, delicious brownie sundae at Ghirardelli Square?? Isn't that what you're supposed to eat the night before a race? So we did. Mmmm.


Pre-race: Dana and I left Kaylynn's friend's friend's house (Thanks again, Kaylynn!!) with Deirdre to meet up with Alan and Erica at the start next to the Ferry Building on Embarcadero. We ran around like chickens with our heads cut off for about 10 minutes trying to find them. Just before our wave was about to start, we saw them, jumped in line, and off we went.

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Miles 1-2: Within the first two miles, we enjoyed running along Embarcadero, smelling the fresh-baked bread at the Bouding factory, and passing Ghirardelli Square and Aquatic park.



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Mile 2: Pit stop at the porta-pottie. I'd blame it on the brownie sundae, but truth be told, my stomach has never quite been the same since Brazil. Stupid pit-stop added 2 minutes to my time!

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Mile 4-ish: I was running toward the Golden Gate Bridge along Chrissy Field (daydreaming) when I looked over and saw a guy running to my left who looked like one of the med students I know at Stanford. Having nothing else to do (running doesn't exactly take the most concentration), I just kept staring to see if it was him. Luckily, I remembered I was running, looked back in front of me, and narrowly missed a pole. Note to self: It's a good idea to look forward while you're running.

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Mile 5-ish: The run up the hill to the Golden Gate bridge was not as hard as I remembered it. In fact, it wasn't hard at all. I love running up hills. Anyone want to go run it next weekend? Good little workout.


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Miles 6-9: The Golden Gate bridge was foggy foggy foggy. Wet and foggy. But niiiice. You have to be careful on the little metal parts along the bridge or you'll slip and fall on your face. I kept an eye out for Moshe and cheered him on as he flew by on his way back across the bridge. He's one of those speedy runners. Then I cheered Erica as she passed. Go speedy Erica! And I saw Deirdre but she was too far away to hear me. On my way back over the bridge I passed Dana and we cheered for each other. Then I saw Alan and yelled his name, but his music was obviously too loud.

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Miles 9-10: Done with the bridge. Down a hill, up a hill, down down down down Lincoln Blvd. Christian and Aaron called me from Geary and 25th to see where I was. I told them I was running down Lincoln. They thought I meant Lincoln Ave and rushed to the finish line so they wouldn't miss my finish. Silly boys. The race doesn't even run on Lincoln Ave. I was still 3 miles away.


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Mile 11: Pit stop #2. So annoying! Added another 2 minutes to my time. No more sundaes the night before a race. No more trips to Brazil.

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Miles 11-12: Wanted to speed up. Couldn't do it. Small hill after small hill after small hill.

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Mile 13: Well, at least I sprinted the last 50 feet! Hahaha.

run run run run aaaaand STOP!

The race was great. The foggy weather was great. My lover met me at the finish line with a kiss and warm clothes. We had the BEST breakfast with Alan, Erica, Deirdre, and Mike. Then we went home and took a 2-hour nap. I love race days.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

isn't that kind of WT?

So I don't normally post more than once in a day. But in light of my previous blog, I felt I needed to.

The other day I was talking to my friend Julia, and in response to whatever we were talking about, she said, "Isn't that kind of WT?" Of course I've never been very fluent in speaking acronym, so I told her I had no idea what WT was. Turns out it stands for White Trash. So this week I let out my inner WT:



First -- I really wanted to put my new shelves in my new apartment. But when I mentioned carrying them over, Christian looked at me like I was crazy. So in my flip-flops, T-shirt, and pajama pants, I hoisted one onto my back (they seriously weight practically nothing) and hoofed it around the block and into our new apartment. I'm sure I was a site to see. Carrying furniture down Escuela in my pajamas. So then Christian decided to join in and stuck the other shelving unit on the top of his car and held onto it through the sunroof. Who needs rope?

Second -- In order to see if our bed would fit in the alcove in the front bedroom of our apartment, we decided we needed to take the bed frame over. The only problem is that we aren't moving any big items (well, I guess except for the shelves) until Friday evening when we have help. So then we got this great idea. At 9:30pm, I drove around the block, parked my car, ran (in my flip-flops and pajamas) to the back of our new complex, and Christian handed me the bed frame over the fence (which backs up to our current apartment complex). I then proceeded to (in my flip-flops and pajamas) carry the bedframe over my head to our new apartment.

Third -- At about 3:30pm today, my horrible memory kicked in and I panicked. I drove my car to work today and forgot to put the day-use scratcher parking pass in the window. So I quickly went to my car to see if I had a ticket. Luckily, after 7 hours of sitting in the parking structure, there was no ticket. Phew! But then it struck me -- After 4pm, you don't need a parking pass. Did I really want to use a $5.00 parking pass for 30 minutes? Did I want to leave my car there risk getting a ticket in the last 30 minutes? NO and NO! So I decided to waste time by cleaning out my car. Yes--in the middle of the parking structure at Stanford University, there I was pulling trash out of my car and reorganizing my trunk. 30 minutes, 4 pairs of shoes, countless articles of missing clothing, one bag of trash, two saws (who knew??), and 20 empty water bottles later, I headed back into work. As I carried the water bottles to the recycling bin in my building, a co-worker walked past me on his way out and gave me the what-in-the-world-are-you-doing look. I just smiled at him and said, "Long story."

Little does he know I'm just WT.

if i had a hammer

If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning.

And if I had a saw, I'd saw all day long.



This is my latest toy. My solution now is to saw things. I love it. So while trying to organize the closets in our new place, I realized that our lovely closet shelving units were too tall to fit under the main shelf in our new hall closet.



So what was my solution? Saw off the top, of course! So my plan was to saw off the top and just move the top shelf lower.



Much to my surprise, I discovered I'm a genius! The part I sawed off the top now makes the perfect small shelf for the top of the closet.



I know this was just the blog you've been waiting all day to read, but I am so excited about my new super organized closets (thanks to my trusty saw) that I had to share.

My new motto: If I can see it, I can saw it.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

six pack of M&M's

Back in May I made it a goal to have a six pack by the end of the summer. I'm not really that into the muscle look, but I figured if there were ever a time in my life when I could have a six pack, I'm the closest I'll probably ever be. But there's one
problem. In order to see the muscles in your abs, you need to have a very low body fat percentage. The muscles may be there and be strong, but even a tiny layer of fat can cover them up. Here are my top 5 reasons why you will never see me with a six pack:

Peanut M&M's: I have practically been living on these lately. Mmmmm.


Red vines: Also one of my staple foods lately.


Homemade nachos: Christian's influence. Who can resist a bunch of cheese and guacamole?


Costco frozen chicken nuggets: Dip them in some BBQ sauce and you just can't stop eating them.


Ice cream: I scream, you scream, mmmmmm I love ice cream.


Goodbye muscley tummy, hello satisfied tummy.

Saturday, July 14, 2007

time is not on my side

I laughed when I read Ashley's "I buy retail" post, because I fall into the category of people who like to find neat pieces of furniture and refinish them. Only I'm good at the finding part, but not the refinishing part. So it was totally appropriate that I had this blog on my mind. As you all know, Christian and I are moving into a 3-bedroom apartment so that his brother and sister (Richard and Dianna) can move in with us. I’ve gone into panic mode over all the projects I want to get done before we move. Considering we’re moving in two weeks, I know these won’t be done.

1) Finish my dresser. We got this dresser for free in Tahoe (Thanks, random stranger!). The plan is to put our TV on it, convert the top drawer into a compartment for the receiver and DVD player, and keep movies, etc., in the bottom two drawers. It was too tall so I sawed off the first level, replaced the top, and now it’s perfect. All I need to do now is paint it, put a hinge on the front drawer, and replace the pulls. I’m buying the hinges and pulls today.
Molly on the balcony sanding her dresser

2) Build a frame for my mirror. I got a huge mirror (4 ½ feet by 5 ¾ feet) for free on craigslist. I still need to take my brother out to dessert for picking it up for me (Thanks, Tyler!). Unfortunately, I haven’t had a chance to make a frame for it. But I have a very simple frame plan in my mind. Nothing intricate. Just have to build it…

3) Re-sew the cushions on my couch and chair. I purchased these wonderful items from a guy in San Francisco (Thanks, guy in SF!). They definitely aren’t professionally done, but they’re really fun if you don’t look too close. My mom and I replaced the cushions, but I still need to finish re-sewing the cushion covers.



4) Make a slip-cover for my couch. This was the couch in our parlor when I was growing up (Thanks, Mom and Dad!). It needs some help. Does anyone know where to find wide-wale brown corduroy? Of course I pick the hardest material to find. And did you know that fabric comes in every shade of brown EXCEPT the shade I want? Right now the couch has a slipcover I made in 3 hours out of a queen sheet set. Not bad, huh?
Brown couch in the living room

5) Re-paint our bedroom dressers. Christian and I painted some dressers (Thanks, Mom and Dad!), but the paint ended up being tacky when it dried. And 3 years later the drawers still stick shut. So I need to do a quick touch-up job and paint a coat of clear polyurethane varnish something-or-other to keep them from sticking.


Maybe I should start buying retail...

Friday, July 13, 2007

coming to my senses: feeling

I'm tired. I'm ready to go back to bed. I would love to wrap up in my blankets and sink into blissful dreaming. My bed would feel so nice. So speaking of things that feel nice, these are the things I love to feel:

1) Warm sun on a cool day.
2) A warm breeze while I ride my bike.
3) The ground on my bare feet.
4) Warm sand.
5) Stormy wind.
6) Soft baby blankets.
7) Christian's skin (he could give those blankets a run for their money).
8) A dog or cat sleeping on my bed next to my feet.
9) Warm laundry fresh out of the drier.
10) Christian's hugs.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

peace out, yo

Funny phrases that Christian uses (and some he used to use) that will always remind me of him:



Oh, snap
One fell swoop
Ok, Corky
It caught my fancy
Yo
Peace out
Yoink
Goo (Can't say I miss that one.)



On that note...Peace out, yo.

Monday, July 9, 2007

coming to my senses: tasting

How appropriate. It's lunch time, and I'm hungry, and the next sense on my list of senses is my taste buds! Here are the things I love to taste:

1) Dense Chocolate cake with raspberries.
2) Peppermint ice cream.
3) My mom's baked beans.
4) My mom's blackberry pie.
5) Warm zucchini bread with butter.
6) Salad with bleu cheese, grapes, walnuts, and vinaigrette from Plutos.
7) The layer of sour cream in my mom's raspberry-pineapple jello.
8) Thin mints.
9) A bowl of cheerios.
10) BBQ chicken pizza.

Friday, July 6, 2007

bullshattuck congratulates america for being #1 in the world

NOTE TO READERS: It seems this posting has caused a bit of tension. Which is actually fine with me. But just know--if you are so patriotic that you can't handle a little bit of USofA criticism, stop reading now. My motivation is not to offend. I love my country, I'm grateful for everything I have, but I also believe my country can handle some criticism. She's a big girl. She'll be fine. And I don't think that's hypocritical of me. That said, read on if you can handle it...

The following is a blog by my wonderful friend, Ryan. I enjoyed it so much that I got his permission to post it on my blog, too. Happy 4th of July and thanks, Ryan!

Bullshattuck Congratulates America for Being #1 In the World

Happy Birthday America!

Foam 'We're #1' Hand I thought that in order to celebrate our nation's Independence Day today, we might celebrate all the reasons that make our country #1 in the world!

For starters, America has the highest birth rate in the world! Well, if you don't count the 136 countries who have birth rates higher than our own.

We must be the country with the highest Global Peace Index, right? Hey, 96th place isn't that bad.

Think of all those awful countries in South America and Africa, when people are murdered everyday! It's not like that in the United States... and yet the highest we can reach for "lowest murder rate" is 75th place.

But here in America, we believe everyone is equal and has the same rights - which would explain why we're the 72nd country when it comes to income equality.

Well maybe we're not #1 in terms of income equality, but at least everyone here has a job! And yet we're only the 56th highest country to have the lowest unemployment rate.

Certainly no one has better doctors than the United States; we must have the highest life expectancy! If you consider 45th place to be the highest.

Speaking of life expectancy, no one even kids themselves that we have the best healthcare in the world. As anyone knows who's seen Michael Moore's 'Sicko,' the United States is barely #37 in terms of best healthcare.

But so many of us are wealthy or, at the very least, comfortable! Aren't we the #1 country in the world for least debt, highest IQ, and lowest percentage of people living below the poverty line?

Well... we're in 32nd place for having the least debt, we're in 22nd place for having the highest IQ, and in 19th place for having the lowest percentage of people living below the poverty line. Does almost still count as being #1?

This can't be true! We're the United States - aren't we supposed to be #1 in everything?!

At least our country is #1 for having the world's richest man! Actually, no. Bill Gates is no longer the world's richest man. He is now the world's second richest man... after a guy from Mexico.

WHAT?! WE LOST OUR #1 PLACE FOR HAVING THE WORLD'S RICHEST MAN... TO MEXICO?!

Dammit, but at least we're the country with the largest English-speaking population, right? RIGHT?! Who could have more English-speakers than the United States?

India. India has the largest English-speaking population in the world. We're second.

Sorry America. Even if it's only 13th place for most beer consumption, or 22nd place for most coffee consumption, it looks like we're not #1 in anything.

Aside from being #1 for carbon dioxide emissions.

Have a great Independence Day Everyone!

God bless the USA!

After all, we must be God's favorite country. We clearly won't settle for anything less than first.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

coming to my senses: seeing

Today I love to see (considering there's something wrong with my eye and it hurts and is swollen when I wake up and I just want to keep it closed--and, no, it's not contagious). So today I love to see. Here's what I love to see.

1) Lush green forests.
2) Christian while he's sleeping.
3) Plants outside my window.
4) Christian playing with little kids.
5) Christian playing soccer.
6) Animals in the wild.
7) Orchards.
8) The fields on the way to Hollister.
9) Christian dancing.
10) My parents dancing.

What to you love to see?

Tuesday, July 3, 2007

coming to my senses: hearing

I am so grateful for so much. Today I'm grateful for my hearing. Here are 10 things I love to hear:

1) Christian laughing.
2) Harmony. (Even good harmony in a hip-hop song can make me teary.)
3) Birds chirping outside my window.
4) Kids playing at our apartment complex.
5) Babies laughing.
6) A tennis racket hitting a tennis ball.
7) A train going by.
8) My family singing hymns at church.
9) Silence on the Ehrman Mansion pier halfway through a morning run in Tahoe.
10) People (especially little kids) speaking other languages.

What do you love to hear?