Observations...

Hey all!  Sorry for my one week hiatus--my anniversary on Monday and anniversary vacation last weekend got the best of my time last week, so I didn't get a chance to blog.  However, all things considered, last week and weekend did provide a number of observations on which I feel the need to discuss here.

One.  Hubby finally listened to me and just bought me what I wanted for our anniversary.  I mean, not that I didn't want that bronze bust of him, but there were things I thought far more...erm..."useful." Mostly, this is in reference to my new Garmin GPS watch!  Now, like a true running nerd, I can track my every move!  Actually, I thought it'd be a good first step toward attempting to speed up my time--my project for next year--as it allows me to see my pace while I'm running, unlike my iPod, and even set a preferred pace to try to stick to.  Now I've got so much equipment strapped to myself, I'm practically bionic.

The "Squealer"--Yes, that's a Long John with Bacon!

Two.  Although I had a healthy eating plan for my trip to Traverse City this past weekend. (Really, I mapped out what salad I would get where!). It went totally out the window when we hit Clare and the Cops & Doughnuts shop.  For those of you from the Kalamazoo area, you know my (and Phil's) love affair with good doughnuts.  While none quite compare to Sweetwaters in Kzoo--the Cops made some pretty good stuff too.  And I had never been...so, I indulged.  Now, one doughnut certainly wouldn't do anyone in...and I did run seven miles the next day, but that combined with the other eating indiscretions of the weekend (Lobster poached in butter? Another glass of wine? Well it is our anniversary) still made for a frightening weigh-in on Monday morning.  It happens to the best of us, and what is there to do besides get back on the wagon?  

Three.  It's the end of the season!  Do you feel that chill in the air?  It means it's time to buy up on clearanced out gear!  I found some great stuff at Mejier for 50% off.  Check out the stores people!

Four.  There is a distinct difference between being admired as a fit and dapper individual, and being blatantly hit on by creepers.  Oddly enough, this is something I never experienced formerly--and I wasn't always fat, either.  Maybe I've somehow hit the trifecta of graceful aging, trim physique, and sexy hair that has suddenly brought about this upshift in men behaving badly?  Men of America--it is never appropriate to shout things from your pickup truck while driving by an attractive woman, and it is also never appropriate to swarm a good-looking woman in a country bar and ask her 1) Well, frankly, anything...but in particular, 2) if she's married (look for the ring first gentlemen!).  It is also never appropriate to yell that she has a "great body" as she is clearly scrambling to get the heck out of there.  Yes, on some (very low) level it's flattering, but on many more levels, it's just wrong.  Seriously, where do guys come up with this stuff?


Five.  I really realized what it is like to feel "fit" this past weekend.  I still have a hard time thinking of myself as any type of athlete...I still eat bad things now and again...and despite the obvious admiration of creepy guys everywhere, I mostly just see the same old me, slightly thinner.  However, this past weekend we hit up the Sleeping Bear Dunes in Glen Arbor and attempted to climb some of the dunes.  I'm not saying it was easy--but I certainly wasn't out of breath, or even sore.  I'm like, in shape or something?!  Phil noted that we made it to the top of Castle Rock in St. Ignace, so the dunes must be even higher (as he was having a rough time of it)--but I thought--that was a few year's back, and I was much heavier then (and it was darn hard to climb that thing--with stairs even!)...the difference is my health. 

Just some observations--now back to the business of life!