The 12 Days Of My SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING

On the 1st day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a lack of any mot-i-va-tion.

On the 2nd day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a pollyanna and pot luck lunch  that included pizza, buffalo dip and cookies.  Thanks for the fat hips stupid.

On the 3rd day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a damn cookie exchange that included cheese, spinach dip and wine!!!  Thanks for the gut fatso.

On the 4th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a complete and utter lack of the ability to get the F*CK up in the morning to run.

On the 5th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a Santa sized sack full of excuses that stink as bad as yesterday's pull up.

On the 6th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a scowling and judging husband that makes "good choices" like eating an apple while I am still eating the cookies from the damn cookie exchange.  F the husband and his good damn choices!!!!!

On the 7th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a best friend and running partner that has the same amount of motivation, the same sack of excuses and the same judging husband making "good choices" as me.  Seriously husbands...f*ck you and your good choices. 

On the 8th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a mess of a house, presents to wrap and random other sh*t to do that prevents me from spending even 30 minutes on the treadmill (pulled that beauty of an excuse straight from the sack).

On the 9th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a severe and near homicidal LOATHING of the treadmill.  I HATE you oh vial creature made for mind numbing boredom while exercising in the winter!!!

On the 10th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...at least 2 more parties this season that will include fried food, butter, mayo, cheese and other various HORRID things for my waistline.

On the 11th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...a growing waistline that is making me sad.

On the 12th day of Christmas my SORRY A** ATTITUDE ABOUT RUNNING gave to me...the sorry a** attitude I have about not wanting to run yet wanting to run, not having the time to run and not making the time to run....AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Please Santa...in addition to the dollhouse you are bringing for the Hsin-Hua...could you find in that big red sack of yours a better attitude and some motivation to get back on track with running for me?  I've been a pretty good girl this year, for serious.

By the by...who the hell gives a damn partridge and a bunch of other fowl to someone for the holiday.

We would SO not be friends in real life if you gave me that sh*t.

Just saying.

Fat, Dumb and Lazy Is No Way To Go Through Life

Well, yesterday was just lovely...I got up, I ran, I felt great.

Then this morning happened.  I set my alarm, and I got up...but I am so behind at work I came in early instead of running.

I am having a damn anxiety attack every 5 minutes over the amount of sh*t I need to get done at work, and I don't even know where to begin.  My desk looks like a bomb hit it, and I couldn't drink any more coffee if I tried.

So obviously taking a 5 minute break from it to complain over here on my blog was the best decision of where to start right?

GOOD GRACIOUS I need to get into some sort of groove or routine again.  I need 2 weeks in a row to be just normal weeks.  Weeks where I run in the morning, come to work and actually accomplish something rather than be in meetings ALL DAMN DAY!, come home and hang out with my peeps and eat dinner, then get stuff done around the house...rinse and repeat.

Well, keep dreaming sista!  It ain't gonna happen until after the holidays...speaking of which I have like NO shopping done yet!  I am usually done by October.  I don't know who I am this year!  I feel so disorganized and a mess.  Not running isn't helping.

I need to get it together...fat, dumb and lazy is no way to go through life.  Neither is tired, disorganized and looney!

All Rest And No Running Make Heather A Crazy Person


I took a break after the Philly Marathon.  A good, long break.  No running AT ALL!  It felt really good on the one hand, but REALLY crappy on the other hand.  Running keeps me sane, it keeps me balanced and it keeps me from being a damn lunatic.  Yes, Pauly will tell you I have been a bit pissy these last 2 weeks, and Hsin-Hua will tell you that I have been a bit of an impatient Mom that has done my share of yelling in her general direction the last 2 weeks.

SORRY everyone I have wronged during this temporary break from reality.

GOOD NEWS...I ran this morning.  It was slow.  It was ugly.  And it was a very short run.  But it was a run.  I feel 10 pounds thinner, and I even feel like being nice today.  I might even hug a stranger (yeah, on second thought...f*ck that...I'm not that nice).

Yup, I got up at the crack of dawn and ran on the treadmill.  Not my favorite place to run, but I will run in rain, I will run in the cold, but I am not a fan of running in both rain and cold.  Since it was both this morning, my basement and a treadmill had to do.

It certainly helped the motivation that Nikki texted me at 5:30 to say she was getting on her elliptical.  How could I NOT get up if she was even if we weren't running together.  Thanks for the kick in the pants girl!

So Heather got her groove back this morning.  I even did 100 sit ups and a handful of push ups (I suck at these and have ZERO upper body strength...this is a goal for over the winter). 

This was a much needed break and it did feel good in its own way, but...Oh Running...I missed you much!