Posts that is....I'm heading out the door to teach my 9:15 spin class in Bala Cynwyd (for those not familiar with the area.....you pronounce it - Bal - a - Kin - wood).
Just a quick update from yesterdays post - I am much better today - I realized after running 7 miles that regardless (and with the help from my best friend) of what a picture looks like - sometimes we're all a little too critical and hard on ourselves. She's right and I need to just let it go. I ran those 7 miles and I felt great. I'm so pumped for The Broad Street Run on Sunday. That annnnnnnd I have another date with this awesome guy from Friday :-) Updates on that most likely on Monday.
In the mean time - I'm trying to not give myself a heart attack with the amount of work I have to do - inevitably my own fault for leaving it to the last minute. 10 page research paper - writing all day tomorrow until our night game.
Here's hoping it rains enough to so our game tonight is pushed back to an earlier time tomorrow! Woot!
Anywhoozle...ta ta for now.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
All that hard work, and this is what I get?
To say the least, I'm a bit frustrated these days. I work so hard to look nice - to stay healthy - to be happy with my appearance and all it takes is one....ONE picture to prove to me that I don't look the way I thought I did.
Now, granted - the picture was taken after a long day and a two hour game and I was sweaty and gross and ew....but seriously? Why can't I just take normal pictures - especially the ones that count?
A little back-story - one of the parents of an LM swimmer is trying to create a little love match between myself and another coach (those of you that are familiar with the coach story, you know who I'm talking about). And although my focus has since shifted - it's sweet of her to think of me and try to offer some guidance. She obviously sees what everyone else does - that there is something there (even if it's pointless to pursue it). So yesterday, after our 22-6 defeat, we got back to the school a little early and I knew there was a track meet - so I headed up there to see if I could catch the last race. Unfortunately the meet was over but I ran into this parent and as usual, we started chatting. She's pretty awesome so it's hard to not say hi. Of course, we ended up talking for nearly an hour (again) and this other coach wanders by and stops to say hello. So this parent thinks of this brilliant idea to take a picture of the two of us, saying, "can I have a picture of Duranya's two coaches? puhhhhlease?!" So of course, how can you turn that down? - I knew it would be terrible - I knew it! I didn't even want to ask to see it afterwards. So I just put it out of my mind. Of course she sent it to me last night and I got it this morning. Ugh. I just look - well - the way I described a paragraph up...I look bloated and fat and gross. Not that he looks that good in it either. But really? Bleh.
I know I shouldn't let this get to me because one picture does not represent how I truly look - but I have no pictures with this guy - and of all the first opportunities to have one with him - and possibly the only opportunity to have one - THIS is the one I get? meh. I suppose I should just forget about it anyway - who else is going to see it besides me, the parent and probably my swimmer - oh and probably him.....
I'm just having a pity party day. Maybe a run will help
Now, granted - the picture was taken after a long day and a two hour game and I was sweaty and gross and ew....but seriously? Why can't I just take normal pictures - especially the ones that count?
A little back-story - one of the parents of an LM swimmer is trying to create a little love match between myself and another coach (those of you that are familiar with the coach story, you know who I'm talking about). And although my focus has since shifted - it's sweet of her to think of me and try to offer some guidance. She obviously sees what everyone else does - that there is something there (even if it's pointless to pursue it). So yesterday, after our 22-6 defeat, we got back to the school a little early and I knew there was a track meet - so I headed up there to see if I could catch the last race. Unfortunately the meet was over but I ran into this parent and as usual, we started chatting. She's pretty awesome so it's hard to not say hi. Of course, we ended up talking for nearly an hour (again) and this other coach wanders by and stops to say hello. So this parent thinks of this brilliant idea to take a picture of the two of us, saying, "can I have a picture of Duranya's two coaches? puhhhhlease?!" So of course, how can you turn that down? - I knew it would be terrible - I knew it! I didn't even want to ask to see it afterwards. So I just put it out of my mind. Of course she sent it to me last night and I got it this morning. Ugh. I just look - well - the way I described a paragraph up...I look bloated and fat and gross. Not that he looks that good in it either. But really? Bleh.
I know I shouldn't let this get to me because one picture does not represent how I truly look - but I have no pictures with this guy - and of all the first opportunities to have one with him - and possibly the only opportunity to have one - THIS is the one I get? meh. I suppose I should just forget about it anyway - who else is going to see it besides me, the parent and probably my swimmer - oh and probably him.....
I'm just having a pity party day. Maybe a run will help
Friday, April 22, 2011
Dolly Madison Levi Fitzgerald
Sadly - we had to put Dolly down last night :-( She will be missed. She wasn't the best cat but she was ours (well, Kelly's really). It's amazing - she wasn't even my pet and yet she occupied the most pictures on my iPhone. She was a great cuddler. She was a good pet to have just sit and do nothing with. She was a gangsta, a llama, a friend, and a foe. We had to replace our DVR three times because she'd sit on top of them and then get over heated and throw up on them (hah!). She would pee all over the carpets (which I know my mom was thrilled about). She loved to sit in the sun. I have a lot of good memories with Dolly.
It's the first time I've ever been present for something like that. It was peaceful. More sad than comforting (obviously). It's just weird today. No kitty. No best friend (this was my nickname for her). I'm sure she's somewhere very comfortable and happy. As much as she could be a pain, she was the best Dolly she could be.
You will be missed best friend.
It's the first time I've ever been present for something like that. It was peaceful. More sad than comforting (obviously). It's just weird today. No kitty. No best friend (this was my nickname for her). I'm sure she's somewhere very comfortable and happy. As much as she could be a pain, she was the best Dolly she could be.
You will be missed best friend.
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