The Superbowl Made Up for Some Super Crappy Runs

This weekend I had some super de duper crappy runs.  Friday night I had 5.35 miles to run and I felt like I was going to die for 99% of it.  Mental note:  scarfing down wheat thins and hummus 5 seconds before heading out for a run because you're "starrrrrrrrrrrrrving" will cause your stomach to be pisssssssssed.

Saturday I had big plans to hit up my local Barnes and Noble to treat myself to my new nook, and then to take it for a test drive on the treadmill for my ten mile long run.  Long story short (for now) I wasn't able to get the library book I wanted downloaded on to the Nook, and it took me much longer to get to that conclusion than I had initially planned.  So by the time I started my long run, I was already hungry.  And I've been feeling under the weather.  And I quit the run at 3 miles.  Dedication.... I haz it.

I briefly considered making up my remaining 7 miles Sunday before the Superbowl, but that was pretty far-fetched.  Original Superbowl outfit included super sweet green sparkly clover headband (see right) until I realized that the boy probably wouldn't be seen with me sporting them (just wait for St. Patty's day kid....muhahahahhaha) and that I wouldn't be able to wear my lucky gold hair ribbon/headband that had been providing GB with excessive luck over the past 5-6 weeks of wearing it.  For some reason, no photos were taken of Superbowl celebrations.  At one point, I had made a deal that if the Packers won, I was going to go streaking outside after the game.  The fact that we watched the game at a bar, coupled with the fact that it was a gazillion degrees below zero out, PLUS the fact that I didn't actually utter this thought to anyone, allowed me to wuss out.  Yayzies.

But seriously.... talk about a happy camper on Sunday.  GO PACK GO!  :D :D :D :D

And of course on Monday morning I had to continue to represent:  rocking a yellow stripey sweater and my Packers scarf.

P.S.  What the heck am I going to do with all my time on Sundays!??!?!?!?  #IHateTheOffSeason

A Lazy Day in the Life Of Jerbear

9:30am  Wake up entirely too early for a Sunday (IMO).
10:15am  Get served french toast and OJ for breakfast (suddenly the early a.m. on the weekend doesn't seem so bad)
10:30am  Departure time for Cabela's trip comes and goes (still in PJs)
11am  Rush home to change in to my Jennings jersey and lucky hair ribbon (spend the rest of the day feeling like Blair Waldorf for wearing my gold sparkley hair ribbon like a headband)
11:12am  Failed attempt at picking up yarn at JoAnn's Fabric to craft some purty scarves whilst being co-pilot on our mini-road trip (apparently they're not open that early on a Saturday...efffffff)
11:13am Finally depart for mini road trip to Cabela's (luckily I have some leftover yarn to keep my hands and brain occupied because this weather is not appropriate for road trippin')
12:15pm  Arrive at every outdoorsy boy's heaven/playland/fishing and hunting mecca
12:17pm  Become overwhelmed by the number of dead animal/fish mounts
12:18pm  Try to decide if taking photos of the mounts for the blog would be cool or creepy
12:19pm  Decide on creepy
12:20pm  Determine where my weird fetish for squeezing/touching soft cheese comes from:  squishy fishing lures
12:21pm  Commence squeezing every squishy fishing lure in sight (along with some squeezy cat fish bait parts, thoroughly grossing myself out, but unable to stop)
12:22pm  Reminsce about my awesome pink tacklebox from my young angler days
1:30pm  Depart Cabela's (without the super cute bright GREEN under armour jacket I was coveting $$$$)
1:40pm  Arrive at Walmart to procure yarn (accidentally end up with a box of fruit snacks.  mmmmmmmm fruit snacks)
2pm Depart for home in nearly all white conditions
2:02pm  Eat fruit snack pack #1
2:03pm  Eat fruit snack pack #2
2:10pm  Mask panic behind super cute Rayban sunnies
2:11pm Jam out every time Bruno Mars' Grenade comes on the radio
2:12pm Eat fruit snack pack #3 (I have a problem, I realize)
3pm  Arrive in time for the pre-game show (my only stipulation for agreeing to be co-pilot on our trip)
3:30pm  Nervously crochet my booty off whilst cheering on the Pack
3:45pm  Eat fruit snack pack #4 ("it's to calm my nerves!" I exclaim.)
5pm  Pause for some delicious homemade buffalo chicken pizza during halftime (ummmm yumm!)
5:20pm  Continue to hold my breath for the rest of the game
5:45pm  Dessert fruit snack pack #5
7pm  Cheer wildly for Tramon Williams' interception and the Packers playoff win!
7:30pm  Sit in the hot tub to calm my nerves and anxiety levels
8:00pm  Whoop up on KK at Jeopardy

Clearly it's tough to be me.
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I haven't ran since my "long run" of 7 miles on Saturday in 1:06:25 for a pace of 9:34.  I was tempted to walk the mile to my gym in freezing temps last night instead of driving because the roads are bad.  I decided sweat pants were more fun.  ;)

Go Pack Go!

The second reason this weekend was so great was the Packers v. Vikes game!!!  I had planned to go to this game since the schedules were released way back when.  I did some work to convince Aaron to attend the game with me.  I was super excited to watch my boys dominate..... and maybe see my ex-boyf Brett as well.  :)

There were so many Packers fans at the game, I was really in heaven.  So many "Go Pack Go" cheers erupting through the crowd, which were actually louder than the "Fire Chilly" cheers later on in the game.

I really feel like I thrive amongst "my people."  You know...the cheeseheads....  good times.

Wednesday I got in a short and easy recovery run on the treadmill.  I took Tuesday off because my IT bands were beyond pissed at me for Monday's tempo run.  I've become a bit of a sadomasochist the past few days with my rolling pin.  Eeeeeeeooowwwwwww.  But in a good way, ya know? :)  I had that random pressure under my right knee cap that I had previously in my left knee before the annoying runner's knee kicked in.  Oh and just in time for the MARATHON.....joy!  I'm still hoping it's just the random taper aches and pains and nothing normal.  I did 3 miles in 29:02.

And in holy crap that's disgusting news:  Monday I was hustling booty after my tempo run to get ready and meet Matt at for some catch up time over drinks and football.  Since I knew I was going to be having some beers, I was trying to rehydrate at mach speed while getting ready.  I love me a good Cool Blue gatorade, and this was no different.  When I got home later that evening, I noticed that there was something floating in my Gatorade that was still one third full.  Upon closure inspection, I realized that there were black mold spores/chunks floating around inside.  Based on the sheer number of mold chunks remaining in the bottle multiplied by the two times the drank amount almost made me lose my $#!t.  SOOOOOO GROOOOOSSSSSSSSS.  But I haven't died yet, so I'll probably be ok.  Blech.