and it was awesome.
Actually, I ran 7.15 miles, which is awesomer.
The first few miles were a bit of a mental battle because I was just scared of trying to get over the six mile mountain (since a 10k is the farthest I've ever run). Once I turned around, I started feeling more mentally stable and when I had about a mile and half left to go, I knew I was going to do it and I DID! I ran it in about an hour and sixteen minutes, which is a great pace for me for such a long run.
I ran four and half today at a 10.03 pace. I can't believe how fast I was! Tomorrow, I am making the hubs leave me at church so I have to run home. It's only three and a half miles, so I can do that easily. :-)
I've settled into my new job pretty well now that I have new tires on my car. ;-) I've been planning away for when I get my kids on the 24th.
I promise I have a recipe coming. It's called Moroccan Braised Beef and it is tasty! I should also have a new chicken chili recipe sometime soon, too. I am making that in the Crock Pot tomorrow for dinner. :-)
Have a good long weekend everybody!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
First day of work!
If there was a day that I would not condemn myself for using some colorful language, yesterday would have been it.
About 30 miles into my journey to school (about half way), I hear THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK coming from the front left area of my car. I think to myself "This can't be good." I pull over, and with one deft motion, I pull open the door handle, press the door lock button, and get out of the car. Without my keys. Which are in the ignition.
Of course, I do not realise this until I try to get my coat out of the door as traffic whizzed by at 75 miles an hour two feet from me. I walk around the car frantically, trying to show some kind stranger that I need assistance, considering everything I have is in the car (read: cell phone). After about two minutes of this, I see in front of me that an SUV is in reverse on the shoulder coming toward me. I begin to cry and pray that this person is not an ax murderer.
My rescuer came with a cell phone and a kind spirit. I called the hubs, explained the situation, and then while he turned around to go back home, I called school to let them know that their new English teacher will be late on her first day. Mr. Discovery and I tried the over the phone keyless entry trick to no avail, so he had to drive 30 miles to come save me, calling a few times on his way to make sure I had a jack and tire iron for changing the tire.
My rescuer stayed with me until a State Trooper arrived. At this point, the whole ordeal began to seem quite humourous. The State Trooper told me to wait in my car to get warm, until I kindly reminded him that part of the dilemma was that I could NOT, in fact, get in the car because my keys WERE, in fact, in the ignition. So begins my first ever adventure in a cop car. I got to see how the radar works, and I got to see my incident on his computer. Awesome.
Mr. Discovery arrived after about 5 to 10 minutes in the cop car. We got into the car. We took all of my extremely heavy boxes of books for school and placed them on the side of the road. We lifted the flap that covered my spare tire, jack, and tire iron. Oh wait, my tire iron, the one I'd told my husband I had, was NOT there. Awesome.
Mr. State Trooper then said that he lived five miles away and could get his toolbox to get my wheel off. The situation was no longer humourous. Nor was it humourous when he had to step on the wrench just to get the lugnuts off. They were extremely tight. It also wasn't humourous when my spare was basically flat. Or when we had to drive 5 miles to the next exit to put air in it. Or when I had to drive 50 miles an hour on the interstate.
Luckily, my dad was able to pick me up from the garage and take me to school, at which point I was only two hours late. The situation was funny again, until...
I get a call from the garage. "Ma'am we are having trouble finding the front left wheel. Can you call back and let us know where to find it?"
"Why yes, kind sir, I can tell you that it is in Richmond because my husband, brilliant man that he is, took the wheel back to Richmond with him." Awesome.
Well, the husband drove it back into Charlottesville, gave it to the garage, and I got two new lovely tires on my car. Also, we had dinner at Asian Fusion, because it was getting late, I didn't want to cook, and that place is right next to the garage and its awesome.
The ironic part (oh wait... "There's more?" you ask?) I was going into the garage on the 17th to get new tires. They just couldn't wait that long.
It's funny again. :-)
About 30 miles into my journey to school (about half way), I hear THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK coming from the front left area of my car. I think to myself "This can't be good." I pull over, and with one deft motion, I pull open the door handle, press the door lock button, and get out of the car. Without my keys. Which are in the ignition.
Of course, I do not realise this until I try to get my coat out of the door as traffic whizzed by at 75 miles an hour two feet from me. I walk around the car frantically, trying to show some kind stranger that I need assistance, considering everything I have is in the car (read: cell phone). After about two minutes of this, I see in front of me that an SUV is in reverse on the shoulder coming toward me. I begin to cry and pray that this person is not an ax murderer.
My rescuer came with a cell phone and a kind spirit. I called the hubs, explained the situation, and then while he turned around to go back home, I called school to let them know that their new English teacher will be late on her first day. Mr. Discovery and I tried the over the phone keyless entry trick to no avail, so he had to drive 30 miles to come save me, calling a few times on his way to make sure I had a jack and tire iron for changing the tire.
My rescuer stayed with me until a State Trooper arrived. At this point, the whole ordeal began to seem quite humourous. The State Trooper told me to wait in my car to get warm, until I kindly reminded him that part of the dilemma was that I could NOT, in fact, get in the car because my keys WERE, in fact, in the ignition. So begins my first ever adventure in a cop car. I got to see how the radar works, and I got to see my incident on his computer. Awesome.
Mr. Discovery arrived after about 5 to 10 minutes in the cop car. We got into the car. We took all of my extremely heavy boxes of books for school and placed them on the side of the road. We lifted the flap that covered my spare tire, jack, and tire iron. Oh wait, my tire iron, the one I'd told my husband I had, was NOT there. Awesome.
Mr. State Trooper then said that he lived five miles away and could get his toolbox to get my wheel off. The situation was no longer humourous. Nor was it humourous when he had to step on the wrench just to get the lugnuts off. They were extremely tight. It also wasn't humourous when my spare was basically flat. Or when we had to drive 5 miles to the next exit to put air in it. Or when I had to drive 50 miles an hour on the interstate.
Luckily, my dad was able to pick me up from the garage and take me to school, at which point I was only two hours late. The situation was funny again, until...
I get a call from the garage. "Ma'am we are having trouble finding the front left wheel. Can you call back and let us know where to find it?"
"Why yes, kind sir, I can tell you that it is in Richmond because my husband, brilliant man that he is, took the wheel back to Richmond with him." Awesome.
Well, the husband drove it back into Charlottesville, gave it to the garage, and I got two new lovely tires on my car. Also, we had dinner at Asian Fusion, because it was getting late, I didn't want to cook, and that place is right next to the garage and its awesome.
The ironic part (oh wait... "There's more?" you ask?) I was going into the garage on the 17th to get new tires. They just couldn't wait that long.
It's funny again. :-)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
It's over... and it's beginning
Well, the Christmas decorations are down and the house is overrun with gifts from our loving parents who don't know how to stop buying things for us. We've not been home in almost three weeks and there's a lot of catching up to do around here. Taking all the decor down and rearranging the furniture is giving me a good opportunity to clean deeper than usual... if only I didn't want to clean at night instead of during the day when I am home during my last week of freedom. That's right; I start my job on Monday! I'll be teaching 9th grade English and I'm pretty nervous, but I think it will be a very good opportunity for me.
With the holidays, I've had some trouble keeping up with my half training as well as I'd hoped, but I've gotten in some good runs despite the holidays and various ailments I've had throughout the past month. I hope everyone is having a great 2011 so far and I'll be updating with some new recipes very soon. I think you'll see more CrockPot recipes from me when I start work! :-)
With the holidays, I've had some trouble keeping up with my half training as well as I'd hoped, but I've gotten in some good runs despite the holidays and various ailments I've had throughout the past month. I hope everyone is having a great 2011 so far and I'll be updating with some new recipes very soon. I think you'll see more CrockPot recipes from me when I start work! :-)
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