What's Going on Wednesday

As I am sure you have all been wondering, what is going on with me? So this Wednesday I will tell you. (Thus the title of my post.)

OK, admittedly that first sentence was just ridiculous. Hopefully it's not an indication of how the rest of this post will go.

Hunting Season

The kids are back in school, so summer is officially over. With that being said, hunting season is now upon us. Or at least me. Which season you ask? Job hunting season.

I found a position that sounded interesting at a "major" corporation in town. I contacted a couple of people that I know who work in the company and networked a contact with the head of the department.

This could be a sweet job. According to the job description - minimal supervision, proofreading, writing, directing internal communications.

So I send over my resume to my friend. She sends it off to the department head and then I wait. Later in the evening I get another email from my friend. She very nicely points out that I might want to take a look at my resume. Seems I have a - wait for it...

Typo! I am applying for a PROOFREADING job and I have a typo in my resume. Not buried in the minutiae of my education or something - in the THIRD FRICKING LINE! (I spellchecked it and everything - apparently "quaterback" is a legitimate word in Microsoft Word's world. It should have been "quarterback.")

Needless to say, I don't anticipate a call back on that one.

Job hunt #1 = FAIL!

Road Trip

This weekend I am heading to Madison, WI to volunteer at the Ironman Wisconsin triathlon. On Monday MS, CS and I will stand in line to sign up for next year's race. I think we are all excited to volunteer and anxious about actually signing up for the race next year. The mere mention of it sends my wife into a tailspin of anticipatory resentment at the perceived training load I will be taking on. I am, however, not going to SWAG (Scientific Wild Ass Guess) the training for this race (as I have for others.) I am going to hire a coach and get on a program with one of the main goals being to remain somewhat happily married before and after the race.

Brush with Fame (or Infamy)

Turns out that rumors that have been circulating around the neighborhood are true. Brett Favre's daughter is going to school at the same school as my kids. She is in the same class as our neighbor's daughter - who is a grade ahead of E. It will be interesting to see which social-climbing couple tries to become fast friends with the Favre family. It's all a little "Real Housewives of Edina" for me.

Marathon Training

I am about a month away from Twin Cities Marathon. Training has been going well. The injuries and set backs from earlier in the training cycle seem to have abated. I have two more 20+ mile long runs before taper. I have been feeling good, but I am nervous about running as fast as I have been told I can for 3+ hours. I know I shouldn't make predictions about race day while in the middle of my highest mileage & intensity training block. All indications are that I can run that fast, now I just have to believe it.

Sonofabitch!

Right now I am sitting in the coffee shop and I feel a little tickle on my shin so I reach down to scratch it and WHAM! I get stung by a fricking bee! I freak out trying to kill the thing and get it out of my pant leg. Anyone looking at me would think I was having some sort of grand mal seizure and praying that I don't start choking on my own tongue. How it made it up my pant leg is beyond me. I did get the last laugh as I summarily executed it with an overly enthusiastic, rather effeminate dance on its black and yellow thorax. Take that, MoFo!

(Oh, and you will all be happy to learn that I am, in fact, not allergic to bees so you can all continue to look forward to more moderately entertaining, mostly migraine-inducing posts. Although I suspect there is at least one person out there who would just like me to go away. Mom.)

Injury Free No More

OK this is such a minor injury that compared to what Maggs is dealing with it barely counts, but for me it counts because I rarely get injured and this kind of hurts. (Oh, and I am currently wearing a skirt and painting my fingernails a sparkly shade of pink.)

I took the dog (the three-legged beast that he is) for a walk last night. As I was crossing our street - which is torn up right now and looks like some hillbilly thoroughfare or trailer park alley - my foot slipped out of my flip flop and I stepped down on a big pointy rock. Hard! Right in the middle of my heel.

The dog - eyeballing me. (The chess board is just a prop so we look all intellectual.)

My street - it's kind of third-world-ish right now.

The rock - or a near relative.

So now my heel is sore. I was supposed to go for a tempo run this morning and decided not to after waking up and realizing that my foot still hurt. (Hold on a sec, I have to hike up my skirt.) I could do a track workout this evening, but that might put my wife over the edge. I may just write the day off to "injury" and run tomorrow. 

It's OK, I'll get through this. I have lots of support and a positive attitude and this shouldn't affect my training. (Sounds like I lost my foot rather than have a minor bruise on my heel, doesn't it? I am such a little girl.)

Hittin' The Stick

This morning my calves were so sore and so tight that I cut my run short. That never happens. I usually warm up and loosen up within the first couple of miles - five at the absolute longest, but this morning they were not having it. Off to coffee. Later, I stopped by my local running store and picked up "The Stick." 

Hopefully some time with this fella will work out those kinks. I am also going to have my gait analyzed in a few weeks to make sure nothing has changed since I had it analyzed about a week after I started running. At that time I thought, "Oh, I hate to run. I just want to be able to do a 10K." Fool! Now, I have run more half marathons and marathons than 10Ks. Here we go - Mr. "The Stick" come to daddy. Ahhhhh!