Yesterday, I re-wrote my entire training schedule for this week.
And then I proceeded to run up a hill that measures about 1/2 mile.
6 times.
This morning I woke up at 4:45 AM to log five miles.
When I got home from work, I made the other four.
I’ll have time to explain on Saturday.
Until then, I’m going to tuck in for some sleep.
I think we can all agree that at this point it’s the best of all possible worlds.
Posted in sleepless in seattle
It’s Wednesday.
I know that’s totally obvious and a given.
But in all seriousness, did you realize that? Because this morning, I woke up and wondered, where has all the time gone?
And then I proceeded to blow out my hair and dig a black blazer out of the back of my closet.
Keep calm and carry on.
Don’t lie, you’ve done the same.
I left the house at 7:00 AM and didn’t pull into the garage until 8:15 PM.
Time stops for no one.
Yes, some glorious things were involved (running long, walking around Lake Calhoun with Galina, eating cheese fries + hot wings and calling them a dinner). But mostly, I’m just extremely exhausted.
Like last week, this has been the busiest week ever. Chaotic. Unrelenting. Full of high expectations.
The good news = tomorrow is Thursday.
The bad news = tomorrow is not Friday.
The blanket burrito calls.
On a scale of 1-10 (1 = low, 10 = high) how is your week going?
Posted in sleepless in seattle, Work
Kittens, I feel like this week has been the longest week and the shortest week all at once. Regardless, I’m glad that for all practical purposes, it’s basically over.
A girl can only survive in slacks for so long before they start to tear a hole in her soul.
Yes, that was rhyme-y. My B.
Tonight, Martha (one of my bridesmaids) came into town for a conference, so she arranged for a girlfriend (translation: sorority sister)-rendezvous at Bacio.
Can we talk about the most perfect of all possible ways to wave goodbye to this wacky week of ours? Because this was basically it.
Y’all know I’m always in for Bacio. It’s my kryptonite, embodied in a restaurant. Just name the date and time. I’ll be there.
More importantly, I’m always in for anything that involves the mystically healthy, yet probably totally-terrible-for-you combination of red wine, a bread basket, a monster salad and the odd french fry.
Call it comfort food. Call it a fail-safe.
All I can say is, sorry for partying.
This week, I’ve been enjoying some of the best sleep that I’ve had in a long time. I mean, it’s not that I usually sleep poorly, but this kind of sleep?
Is a totally different animal.
Like, to the point where rolling out of bed this morning was extremely off-putting because I felt like I had exerted so much energy. Sleeping.
Since I’m an 11/10 morning person, it was more than just a little bit weird.
In addition to all of this heavy sleeping, I’ve also been dreaming. With a vengeance. It’s almost as if to make up for all of the dreaming I don’t do, we really need to knock a couple out of the park every once in a while.
Dream interpreters: Does anyone know what it means for you to dream about having a terrible experience at a salon that does shellac/gel manicures in rural Minnesota (read: Cologne) while you’re waiting for a plate of cheesy hashbrowns?
Because so far, for me all signs are pointing to one hell of a mystery.
How prescient.
What’s your restaurant-kryptonite?
Are you a dreamer?
I know that everybody “dreams.” But honestly, I remember my dreams SO rarely that it’s rather remarkable for me to be able to express any sort of coherent thought about what happened.
Posted in Foodies, Sisters, sleepless in seattle
In the past few months, I’ve come to learn that I sleep better when I have some sort of quiet background noise. KOOL 108 would be my radio station of choice. Let’s get serious – everyone loves oldies.
But something that deeply mystifies me and disturbs me are these bizarre musical tribute-revues that are rolling through town. No, this is not me hating on tribute bands that play at the Medina Ballroom – that’s a totally different animal, which I kind of love the concept of.
I’m confused by things like the Billy Joel show “Movin’ Out”, or Chanhassen Dinner Theatre’s latest, “Forever, Patsy Kline.” (Note: The Chanhassen Dinner Theatre is probably the cultural hub of the outer suburbs – why go to the city, when you can have that?) Neither actually feature the artist in question (instead you get random, unheard of actor X), and frankly, if I wanted to have the Billy Joel experience in all of its glory outside of going to a concert, I think I would just listen to my iPod.
Posted in Craptastic, Rants, sleepless in seattle
Not the case. I pretty much have insomnia right now and it is not-so-awesome. There are three situations that I can find myself in each evening:
Last night was an occurrence of the third kind. Which was super.
On the bright side, it meant that Yeni and I got to run to Walgreens in North Minneapolis at 2 a.m. Definitely a trip that I would recommend taking. Especially when you realize as you’re driving that your Blackberry and iPod are in your Coach purse and you’re wearing a Ralph Lauren sweatshirt.
We.are.not.street.smart.
Posted in Seriously, sleepless in seattle
Hi, I'm Kat! I'm a wife and runner.
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I'm a fiend in the kitchen, a (compulsive) over-accessorizer and an avid watcher of trash TV. As a life-long resident of Minnesota, come with me as I carve out my own lovely little space on the Tundra!
