So let's explain how I ended up signing up for the Diva Dash ... and the subsequent Fleet Feet "No Boundaries" 5K running clinic:
Like every woman on earth that doesn't live in freaking California, I have some weight to lose. I'm greatful to genetics and God that I carry my weight well, HE gave me curves and I've actually had arguments with sales clerks when I go in to try on a pair of size 14 jeans. Apparently I look like a 6/8 *fistbump to Jesus*
Anywhosits, I'm staring down the barrel of age 30, and even though I'm so totally geeked out about joining the "Dirty 30" club, I also have noticed my body is changing just enough that I'm none to happy with it. Lo and behold, the same darn week I'm thinking about this, Shape magazine (via Facebook) announces the Diva Dash in Austin, TX in April. That's a 5k plus obstacle course every 1/2 mile, only a quick little 2.5 hour drive from me. I send the link out to a couple of my coworkers....they forward it on to other friends.....and the next thing I know, we have 12 women who want to do this together. Ah-freaking-MAZING!!! So we signed up.
I don't run. Like, seriously. Ever. Point of pride: I actively sat out of running the mile in High School. EVERY WEDNESDAY! I hated running....well, I didn't hate running, as much as I hated the gym teacher who would tell me that I wasn't running fast enough. And my town was so small that we had the same damn teacher every year. So one day, I just 'forgot' my gym clothes and willingly took the D for the day....and ketpt the streak going once I realized the teacher got pissed off about it. Gym teacher actually called my parents, who thank God, told her that I was an honor roll student and if the worst you can say about me is that I wasn't dressing out 1 day a week, it wasn't the end of the world.
So what the hell posessed me to run this bad boy? I have no clue, I need a change. I WANT TO DO THIS. So I started researching. Stumbled across a beginners running clinic that starts on Thursday. I hemmed, hawed, and whined to everyone who would listen. And do you know what all of them said?? "What's the worse that could happen?" "If you do the Dash, you need to train. This is perfect." and so, I signed up for that too. I asked others if they wanted to join me and all looked at me like I lost my mind. Except for one, my friend S, who is a freaking size 0, but I love her anyway (and she's a dietitian, so being a size 0 kinda makes sense).
To get a jump, I agreed to go walk around Memorial Park, the loop at Memorial is just over 3 miles, so perfect for me to see how I do. I walked the loop in just under an hour..and truthfully we talked for a bit instead of straight concentration on walking, so I know that worse comes to worse, I'll walk the damn Dash in an hour ;-)
Monday, February 14, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Nip this in the bud!
The Scene: Continental Club, Rockabilly Saturday Night
The Peeps: Childhood friend A(female), coworkers and various other friends milling about
The Deal: A is getting ready to move to the Big D at the end of the month, so we are trying to get together more before she leaves, cause let's be honest, I'm a H-town girl....I don't like the uber rich snobby atmosphere that the Bid D is known for. So a few weeks back at a happy hour, a coworker mentioned spending a Saturday night at the club. Others followed suit and we planned to make a night of it. I asked A if she was down and she was excited (because really, if you offer her cheap Cape Cods, she'll go anywhere).
We pull up to the club, I've dolled up my look to be pseudo-Rockabilly (pink flower in my hair, black jeans, pink and black gingham top cinched at the waist), just enough to show I get the vibe, but clear enough that I'm not 100% part of the sub culture. We stroll in and start to people watch - a fave past time of mine.
About an hour in (and just into my second rum and coke), coworker D rolls in. He's going through a potential divorce and has been hitting the club scene a lot lately. I have gotten some odd vibes from him (calls and texts just to see what I was doing and if I wanted to go out for drinks....NO, I don't. Not my type and I refuse to deal with messy marriage situations, I'm a classy, repectable Texas lady!) but have always stuck to group social events so as to hopefully show a clear "you are only a friend" message.
As I set down my empty glass, A gives me a nudge and looks questioningly at D (she likes to live vicariously through my single-dom), but I shook my head to indicate my lack of interest. Next thing I know I've got another rum and coke being served to me....one I didn't order. That's when A again pointed at D, I look at him and he leans in and says "Their all on me tonight"...o_0
At that point, I realize I need to scale back any interaction, so A and I start talking loudly about who we find attractive in the club and what "our" types of guys are. After I neared finishing that 3rd drink, I signaled to the waitress "No More", she nodded. Yet somehow, D kept showing up with drinks for me. A was the desi. driver that night so there were no worries of me being a threat to society....but I was posed with a very interesting debate...continue to drink beverages being offered to me by someone I'm not interested in, but see everyday at work? Or deny them and potentially cause bad blood? SMH, this is why people don't interact with coworkers, clearly.
The evening ended with A and I putting in a hasty retreat once D asked me to dance....not happening. On the way home, she mentioned that she was shocked how into me he was, and how I seemed to be giving all of the 'no, not interested' signals I could....hmmph.
This week, I've avoided conversating with D, but he did venture in my office this morning with my favorite candy....crap.
The Peeps: Childhood friend A(female), coworkers and various other friends milling about
The Deal: A is getting ready to move to the Big D at the end of the month, so we are trying to get together more before she leaves, cause let's be honest, I'm a H-town girl....I don't like the uber rich snobby atmosphere that the Bid D is known for. So a few weeks back at a happy hour, a coworker mentioned spending a Saturday night at the club. Others followed suit and we planned to make a night of it. I asked A if she was down and she was excited (because really, if you offer her cheap Cape Cods, she'll go anywhere).
We pull up to the club, I've dolled up my look to be pseudo-Rockabilly (pink flower in my hair, black jeans, pink and black gingham top cinched at the waist), just enough to show I get the vibe, but clear enough that I'm not 100% part of the sub culture. We stroll in and start to people watch - a fave past time of mine.
About an hour in (and just into my second rum and coke), coworker D rolls in. He's going through a potential divorce and has been hitting the club scene a lot lately. I have gotten some odd vibes from him (calls and texts just to see what I was doing and if I wanted to go out for drinks....NO, I don't. Not my type and I refuse to deal with messy marriage situations, I'm a classy, repectable Texas lady!) but have always stuck to group social events so as to hopefully show a clear "you are only a friend" message.
As I set down my empty glass, A gives me a nudge and looks questioningly at D (she likes to live vicariously through my single-dom), but I shook my head to indicate my lack of interest. Next thing I know I've got another rum and coke being served to me....one I didn't order. That's when A again pointed at D, I look at him and he leans in and says "Their all on me tonight"...o_0
At that point, I realize I need to scale back any interaction, so A and I start talking loudly about who we find attractive in the club and what "our" types of guys are. After I neared finishing that 3rd drink, I signaled to the waitress "No More", she nodded. Yet somehow, D kept showing up with drinks for me. A was the desi. driver that night so there were no worries of me being a threat to society....but I was posed with a very interesting debate...continue to drink beverages being offered to me by someone I'm not interested in, but see everyday at work? Or deny them and potentially cause bad blood? SMH, this is why people don't interact with coworkers, clearly.
The evening ended with A and I putting in a hasty retreat once D asked me to dance....not happening. On the way home, she mentioned that she was shocked how into me he was, and how I seemed to be giving all of the 'no, not interested' signals I could....hmmph.
This week, I've avoided conversating with D, but he did venture in my office this morning with my favorite candy....crap.
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