In a New York Minute

Today at boot camp we were encouraged to come in costume. The challenge was to find a costume that is fun, but was exercise friendly. I decided to skim my closet and I found my favorite pair of pj pants that have I heart NY all over them.
Here is a pic, it is a little hard to see, but you get the jist.

I also remembered getting a I heart NY t-shirt, because let's face it, that is what you do when you go to NYC. Here is me and my buddy Jessie. She was a hula girl.

And then I drew a clock on my face.


Voila! I was a New York minute. I didn't win the most creative costume (it went to the team captain who came as Captain Crunch) but it was fun. The coaches dressed up like Hans and Frans from SNL and did a little skit for us. It seemed like boot camp was off to a great start. It was even a little warmer than usual. By warmer, I mean 38 degrees. Dare I say balmy 38 degrees?

Then we got to running the mile test. I started off confident and about 20 seconds into it, a fierce side cramp almost stopped me in my tracks. WTF? We hadn't even started. I feared I would be the absolute last one drudging past the finish line on my hands and knees weeping quietly and panting for dear life.

I heard people finishing and their times were 9 minutes, 10 minutes. I could feel that really heavy sticky spit in the back of my throat. It reminded me of the taste I get in my mouth when I get a bloody nose.

I pushed on digging deeper and deeper, fighting through the fire in my lungs, the ache in my legs. It helped that the woman behind me was dressed as a clown. Seriously. Imagine being chased through a dark park by a clown. I finished with a 13:05 mile. May not be impressive for most, it is definitely not a New York Minute, but it is probably the best mile I've ever done in my life. Holla.

Happy Halloween!!

I wanna tackle somethin

I missed boot camp yesterday because of early morning work related activities. I would like to tell you I went to the gym to make up for it, but that would be a lie.

Instead I went to Target and bought my husband the new Command and Conquer for our 1st anniversary present. Fitting, huh? I had a bowl of pasta with tomatoes and worked on a scarf that I have been knitting him for about 5 years now. Even though our anniversary is on Monday, we will be celebrating this Saturday. I am crossing my fingers that it will be done and I can surprise him.

Boot camp this morning was beyond cold. My car thermometer read 34 degrees. The whole rigamarole about getting used to this was a damn lie I tell you. My nose started running, but because it was so freakin cold, the snot seemed to just become ice in my nostril. I'm just sayin.

Today we worked on agility. It seemed to be a lot of things that football players do during practice in movies. I know jack about sports, so we'll leave it at that. Side shuffles, small hurdles, quick steps into rings and ladders laying on the ground, more side shuffles and of course, sprints. I think they should have had a tackling station. During cool down as I saw steam rising off my face I thought how funny it would be to tackle someone randomly. Being that I am constantly starving these days, I may just tackle someone on the street to work out some aggression.

A Sprinkle a Day

My friend Beth is basically me, but on delay. She was my replacement at my old news station. She stayed for two years, and just like me, left for the world of PR. I will be celebrating my 1st wedding anniversary in about a week. I got married at The Brown. Check out the wedding photos.

In about two weeks, she will be getting married at The Brown. Anyway, it was a great excuse for the girls to get together and throw Miss Beth a Sprinkle. Here she is getting a hand made wreath from Kerri.

I don't have a better pic because I am having camera issues. Deal with it.

She is looking fabulous and I am hoping to start looking fabulous with my new adventure in boot camp. I started yesterday and won the coveted 2lb weight award for my awesome lunges. Truth be told, I got the award because I have shorty little legs, but coach thought I was just trying really hard. I'll take it. Here it is in all its glory. I doubt I will get it again, but for now, rekinize biotches!

It was extremely hard getting up. I ate some hard boiled eggs which would prove to be a huge mistake later as projectile vomiting in the morning is not encouraged in this particular boot camp. Luckily, I held them down and got home. After a hot shower and a 20 minute nap, I forced myself out of bed and on to work. Tomorrow would be a new day.

I knew today was cardio day and thus, I tried to think of many reasons not to go. I spent most of the night tossing and turning about it, racking up a glorious 4 hours of slumber. After the alarm went off at 4:30 a.m., the next couple of minutes went like this.

4:30 Turn off alarm
4:33 Tell myself I didn't get sleep and I can't face the day without sleep
4:35 Lure my cat to my pillow and grab her for warmth
4:38 Hold my cat and convince myself that I need to be a better cat mom, and staying in bed holding her is part of that.
4:40 Quit making excuses, creep out of bed.
4:45 Put on clothes.
4:50 Sit on floor and eat yogurt. Here comes the cat again. This is obviously a sign that I should stay home.
5am Out the door into the freezing cold

I knew I should have stayed in bed. This morning was effing cold and effing hard. Cardio day folks. I think at one point one of my left lung blew out of my nostril, but my heart was beating so hard I didn't want to stop to look for fear the motion of my head would make me faint. I know all this activity is to help my heart, but after this morning, I'm not sure my heart is a friend of mine. I'm also having some real soreness in my legs. They are turning on me too. Good lord, this is only the second day.

For the Non Believers

Just a quick picture post for all my friends who called me a liar when I told them I performed a marriage ceremony. That good looking couple are my friends Cari and Jeff.

Adventures with Cari and Kerri

My friend and former college roommate Cari was getting hitched this weekend and I had decided to fly out to NYC for the ceremony. My friend, the awesome Dr. Jen let me stay with her in the Columbia Medical Student dorms. Her view rocked my face off. It was on the 28th floor with a direct view of the Brooklyn Bridge. For real. I felt like being at Columbia with this awe inspiring view would make me want to become a better person, but instead, I was happy to sit and admire while stroking my newly aquired Prada bag from China town.

On my way to New York, Cari had called me to ask if I would act as the ceremony officiant because her officiant had come in contact with salmonella or ecoli or something else that makes stuff shoot out of every orafice. I was thrilled. I now am demanding all I meet call me "Sista Love."

Cari came down the aisle looking stunning in a strapless mermaid gown with a bird cage veil and a tear rolling down her cheek. My heart started to swell and tears pooled at the bottom of my eyes. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but it really was a beautiful moment. Suddenly I felt a distinct warmth from the candlelight fireplace behind me. If I had actually caught fire, we could have totally won money from Bob Saget and that riduculous show where kids punch people in the crotch and animals do cute stuff.

When I got back to Kentucky, it was work, work, work. After a hard week, I was working late on a Friday and I felt the twinge of hunger. I am convinced that when God was making people, he made my friend Kerri just to amuse me. Not only is she a constant ray of sunshine, I know that when my dumb ass is working late on a Friday, there is a pretty good chance her dumb ass is working late on a Friday. I gave her a ring and we made plans to meet at the always hip and super trendy Red Lobster. Ok, it is not hip or trendy, but they totally had all you can eat shrimp.

I gave her my typical "this is endless shrimp, so buckle in, I'm gonna be here for a while" speech. She did not flinch. Instead, she ordered the same and kept up with me plate for plate as we plowed through masses of breaded shrimp, cajun shrimp, shrimp pasta, coconut shrimp, shrimp scampi, yeah, yeah, I saw that scene in Forrest Gump too.

Moral of the story: no matter how you spell it, Cari/Kerri. Find one and keep them forever.