Random things Shawna says that kind of creep me out sometimes

It's come to my attention that Shawna is incredibly random. Last night I attempted to give her away on Facebook but it didn't work. In the past few days, she has said things such as:

Me: I'm going to bed.
Shawna: I hate when you go to bed! We never bond! You're always asleep!
Me: I'm sorry! I'm sleepy! Don't be mad at me!
Shawna: I'm only mad cause I like you so much!

Shawna: (touching her super-glued fingers to my arm)
Me: Don't touch me!
Shawna: JUST FEEL ME!

Me: (sleeping)
Shawna: BLOODY MARY! (while standing in my room and scaring the shit out of me)

I can't remember the others. But she's an odd roommate. It keeps me entertained.

Boo yah!

I ran 4.15 miles this evening. It was pleasant, with many autumn leaves to look at, and I kind of rocked it seeing as how I've only run once since my marathon. It reminded me that I do, in fact, enjoy running. Good to know.

Today I learned two things that made me very happy, one related to my health and one related to my job. Rock on.

It was a good day. Now if only I were a more dedicated blogger... Ha. Details of adventures to follow, as Shawna and I will be attending a Rocky Horror Picture Show event on Friday (with full-on tranny outfits) as well as celebrating Halloween with several beers on Saturday. I'm liking fall so far.

Like an 80-year-old woman...

I went for my first post-marathon run today--it took me exactly three weeks before I felt the urge to run again. Well, I suppose I felt the urge, but feeling like going for a run and mentally convincing myself to go running are different things entirely.

My ipod totally froze, thus the lack of record of said run. But it happened... I ran about three miles, through the lovely fall leaves in the park and up the running trail. I really enjoy living downtown with awesome running locations available just outside my door.

It hurt a little. I'm an old woman, clearly. Perhaps I shouldn't take a three week running vacation anymore?

Now, time to make butternut squash soup.

Rest, rest, glorious rest.

It has been two and a half weeks since I ran the marathon. In that time, I have not run once. I've gone on a tiny hike, and walked places, and cleaned house, and unpacked after moving, and started a new job. But my running shoes remain firmly in the closet, and my ipod still boasts of a last run consisting of 26.3 miles.

I'm okay with this. I'm thinking I might be ready to run again by this weekend, but as of yet I haven't had the urge. Running that much for month after month really had me worn out. Besides training for a marathon (as if that's not enough) I was dealing with heartbreak, career change, trying to figure out where I was going to live, other crap that does not need to be publicized on my little blog, etc. I'm glad I had the marathon to focus on, but right now I am also glad to take a little breather.

Fast forward a couple months after training began: marathon is conquered (hell yeah), I have a new (incredibly handsome and charming) boyfriend that makes me happy, I share an apartment with my good pal Shawna, my new career rocks, and I am happy.

Hell yeah! Now, time for my nap...

Couch!

Shawna and I are now the proud owners of a purple couch. He is very comfy, and we named him Francois.

We also moved him in a minivan, from which it was very difficult for me to escape.

Also, Mini Leslie is taunting me from the sidebar. Yes, I am aware that I have not run since the marathon. That takes a lot out of girl, biotch!

Good night.

Domestic goddess?

A couple days ago I was cleaning up a broken glass/smoothie disaster when I sliced my toe open on a shard of glass and found myself lying on the bathroom floor, leg in the air, calling my mother in a panic and saying, "There aren't any major arteries in your toes, right?" My house looked like a murder scene. Never have I seen a tiny cut bleed so much... I was lightheaded due to loss of blood. Cleaning + me = occasional disaster.

This morning I was cooking breakfast for company, and created pomegranate/bluberry pancakes as well as huevos con chorizo without disaster...well, except for the disaster of genre mixing, but oh well. I also decided to make hashbrowns, seeing as how we have twelve million potatoes, and somehow created a mass of potatoes that did not resemble hash browns. They tasted like potatoes, yes, but I'm not sure what they were. Apparently my cooking skills are in desperate need of attention. I'm excellent at the "single lady eating while standing over the sink" sort of cooking, but cooking actual meals for actual people has resulted in some less than desirable concoctions lately. I used to be able to cook, I swear!

This evening I was ironing some pants for work (turns out they expect you to look professional when they give you your own office, name plate, and business cards... terrible burden for those of us who don't notice wrinkles and sometimes still wear size 16 pants that are too big). Ironing + me = wrinkle domination, typically. The problem is that I don't have an ironing board in the new house, so I was using an ottoman and sitting on the floor. I was holding the iron on the hem for a second when all of a sudden smoke billowed up and I screamed in horror. The ottoman appears to be made of some type of very synthetic (and very melt-able/flammable) material. My iron seemed to be ruined, and I have a burn mark consisting of half an iron imprinted on my ottoman. I will pay someone if they can figure out how to fix such things! I did manage to get the synthetic crap off the iron, and then I finished my ironing on the flame retardent kitchen counter. Pants for work tomorrow--check. Glaringly damaged ottoman--check.

Martha Stewart would be ashamed.

Apartment!

Art is a bitch to create.

Shawna and I are supposed to be painting glorious works of inspired genius for our empty wall in our new apartment... instead I am drinking pumpkin beer and checking my e-mail while she dances around the house to songs from "Gentleman Prefer Blondes."

Productivity at its best.

I kicked marathon ass.

So... I meant to blog about my marathon on Monday. Then Tuesday. Then Wednesday. And now today! Nothing like procrastination, right?

I started off my weekend by going to dinner at the new boyfriend's house along with my BFF from college (and heterosexual life mate) and her boyfriend. We spent Saturday meandering about Portland and such, and I ate a delicious sandwich full of vegetables. That evening I spent eating carbs with some old pals, and then it was off to bed at an early hour to prepare.

Sunday morning I woke up, and I was cold. Seriously, it was damn cold. I got ready, complete with a bright pink shirt with sparkly skull and crossbones on the front (Shawna picked it out), energy gels down my bra, and fierce marathon face, and we set out.

Pretty much my emotions went something like this during the race:

Mile 1: Oh hell yes, I can run 25.2 more miles.
Mile 3: Britney Spears is lovely.
Mile 7: Am I done yet?
Mile 10: Hell yeah!
Mile 13: Only halfway... really?
Mile 16: Oh hell.
Mile 17: Haha, doughnuts.
Mile 20: Oh my word.
Mile 20.1253425: Shit.
Mile 22: Someone punch me in the face.
Mile 23: Really... punch me.
Mile 25: Almost there! Almost there!
Mile 26.2: HELL YEAH!

At mile 17 my cheering squad met up with me and the boyfriend ran along side me and gave me a bite of a maple bar with bacon on it. Ahhh, Portland.

Other noteworthy events: I saw the guy from my half marathon in April that I chased for 8 miles cause I wanted to beat him. He got faster in our time apart... bastard. Also, I saw someone dressed as Wonder Woman and we should be best friends. At the beginning I met two women who raised money for cancer research because one's 3-year-old son has leukemia. That really put things in perspective for me--yeah, I've had a whirlwind year, but that lady really has problems. I hope that her son is okay, and I'm so impressed that she trained for a marathon while dealing with all that.

Basically, I ran a marathon, and I'm so glad I'm done, and I nearly hurled at the end and my stomach was upset for awhile due to soooo. much. running. I don't think I ever hit a wall like people say you do--I think the whole damn thing is a wall. A wall I kicked down, bitches!

Some pictures:

Marathon: hell yeah!

5:10:48... 26.2 miles... Freak yes, I finished!

Details to follow... I also started a brand new job today and have to watch a movie about the roller derby this evening. I'm a busy woman. And I'm very sore.

Rise and shine.

It is currently 5:36 a.m. I am up to go run a few miles, the last of many that I've run in preparation for this marathon. I can run a marathon, right?

It's very, very dark out there. Damn fall.

Okay, Sunday, bring it on.