Monthly Archives: September 2012

Who ran two 5K’s this weekend? This rookie did!

So I mentioned awhile ago that I have started running regularly, which is ironic because I’m not really good at running.  I always joked that I don’t even run if the police are chasing me.  But here I am, doing my first 5K and then a second one the very next day.  I’ve decided that there’s nothing better than running.  Except not running.  It’s a very twisted love/hate relationship that I have with running.  I’m fully addicted to this supposedly healthy form of self-torture. So let me tell you briefly about my first 5K experience.

I woke up earlier than anyone under the age of 60 ever should.  I put on my cute little running outfit and headed out with my husband to attempt our very first race.  I wanted to run while eating a donut, but that’s not as easy as it sounds.  The race begins, and I was very excited that this was a lot easier than I thought it would be.  Piece of cake.  And then I hit the one minute mark, and it all went to shit from there.  It turns out that I’m not very sexy when I’m running.  I had snot coming out of my nose and I had no idea where to wipe it.  I had spit gathering in the corner of my mouth so I looked like a rabid dog.  And I breathe like Darth Vader on a megaphone when I’m running.  My husband was right next to me the entire time, flapping his jaws like a teenage girl.  I had no idea how he was able to talk so much while running.  I couldn’t talk.  I just kept wondering where the hell the ambulance was.  I would have hitched a ride with the grim reaper himself if it got me to the finish line faster.  Despite all the encouragement from my husband, I had decided this was the first and last race I’d ever do.  Then the race was over, and I had done it!  I finished AND we weren’t last!  I was so excited and couldn’t wait to do the 5K the next morning.  See, I told you…”love/hate”.

That night was my cousins 21st birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOLAN, so we went out bar hopping and although I did not drink a lot, I still got very little rest for my next race.  It’s only 5K, but that’s a million miles to me at this point.  That being said, we still shaved off two minutes on our second race, and again did not finish last!

I have a long way to go still, mostly I need to work on my breathing, but I’m having a blast and I know one day I’ll be where I want to be with this.  In the meantime, I’m happy to report that my ass is like two inches higher than it was last week.

Also, a big loud Happy 9th Birthday to my daughter, and Happy Birthday to me!


I’m Still Alive!

So today, Facebook notified me that one of my favorite bloggers named Heath over at LifeasIKnowit is following Lisa’s Rant.  Then I realized how long it’s been since I’ve blogged!  It’s funny how when life gets busy, the things we enjoy most are the first things to get put aside.  Like blogging, or convincing the neighborhood kids that you’re a real witch.  Kids are so gullible…

I’m really enjoying being back in school, and not to brag or anything, but I’m pretty sure I’m a genius.  For now I’m sticking with nursing, but based on my current grades, Rocket Scientist is not entirely out of the question.  The thing I’m struggling with is how to study when the kids are around.  Every time I sit down to study, the toddler needs something.  He just turned two this past weekend, so he’s entering the dreaded “terrible two’s”.  He’s needy and now a lot more vocal.  I thought about writing my school notes on his forehead, so that when he’s constantly staring at me asking for something at least I can get some studying done.  At first it seemed like a great idea, but it turns out his forehead was too little for the amount of notes I take, plus also, he kept squirming around, so nothing I wrote was legible.  I had to settle for a mustache and then get back to work.  I’ve also learned you need to arrive at the campus an hour early for parking purposes.  It takes thirty minutes to find a parking space, and an extra twenty minutes to walk from your parking space to your classroom all the way across campus.  I was afraid that I would forget where I parked, but was fortunate enough to get an easy to remember spot.  It was the very last spot, in the back of the parking lot, as far out from the campus as possible. It also helped that the neighbor kids along with my daughter wrote on my van windows :  “Hey Lisa, this is your car!”  I have a really bad habit of getting into other vans that don’t belong to me.  They all look the same, but that’s an entirely different blog.  Seriously, hats off to the working Mom’s out there who also manage to go to school.

My house is a disaster.  Not because of how busy I’ve been lately, but because of how lazy I’ve been my whole life.

I’ve also taken on watching my friends kids before school.  I took on the responsibility and then remembered that I don’t like other people’s kids.  I barely like my own kids most of the time.  Luckily the kids are well-behaved.  I haven’t had to duct tape anyone to a wall yet.  Fingers crossed it stays so simple.

I’m sorry for being a lousy blogger/follower these days.  I promise to try to make more time to read/write.  Thanks to those who’ve stuck with me during my absence, and to the two of you who unfollowed me, I won’t hold it against you…”just rot in hell and we’ll call it even.”  Oh my gosh that was so mean!  It’s okay though, I was just kidding.  Mostly.