The Wind and Food.

I'm in the mood to blog. Let's talk about food first. Why is it that every year at Christmas time, I want nothing more than to put on my sweats and bake like there's no tomorrow? Seriously, I feel like I should be baking treats all day every day. And it's not like I can bake without taste testing everything. Today I spent several hours baking fudge and carmel-corn to take around to neighbors (if you live in AZ and don't get any, it's not because I don't love you.) and now I feel like a walking tub of butter. It was bad, so bad. Sage was asleep, Clint was at work, and no one was around to witness my eating frenzy. If you know me well, you can picture it. If you've never been around to watch me eat junk food (or any food for that matter), I won't describe to you how unbelievably disgusting it is to watch. It's like I'm surrounded by ten other people who are trying to eat from the same plate, and I'm trying to eat it all before they get any. Very attractive.

Alright, now about the wind. I have a love/hate relationship with the wind. I love it when I'm hot and it cools me off, I hate it when I'm running and it's blowing against me. My marathon is just over a month away, and I am SO ready for it to be OVER!!! I took Sage out on Tuesday for a jog and about 40 min into it the wind started blowing like mad. I was trying to up my time, and I failed miserably. I blame it on the wind. I was pushing for all I was worth and it seemed like we were going nowhere. Of course when we turned around and headed for home it was pushing me along, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Anyways.....sad story:

I ran in this 10 mile iron girl run two years ago, and I signed up this year with the goal of beating my previous time in mind. So last Friday night, Clint and I drive up to Tempe Town Lakes to pick up my racing packet. Saturday morning we get up, get Sage all ready and head out to TTL again. The race started at 9am (or so I thought...) and we were running late (what's new). So I left Sage w/ Clint and raced to the port-a-pot to get one last bathroom break in before I started. While I was waiting in line I realized there was no one else at the start line. Yes, you guessed it. We were an hour late. The race started at 8, and we missed the whole stupid thing. I was so mad at myself. I'm not kidding, I started crying like a baby. I was furious! I mean, I checked the website probably 12 times that week to make sure I had all the info right. What happened?? I was also p.o.'d because I paid 50 bucks to run in it!!! Grrr.....Plus, I had my whole day planned out, since my workout was going to be done by 10:30. Clint was so sweet, he kept trying to make me feel better but there was no stopping my bad mood. After a while I cooled off and had Clint drop me off ten miles from home so I could see if I could beat my time. It was not nearly as fun as running in a race, and I had to stop at about a zillion stop lights, but I did beat my time and our day turned out fun. I guess I shouldn't have gotten my panties in a wad over something so silly. It's easier to say that now, though.

Random: I've decided that since we have over 50 family members to send holiday cards to, we're not sending any to friends. Thus the picture at the top. Enjoy!