Originally Posted by Penelope
Memo: dabbing at the floor with a Magic Eraser? is not the same as *scrubbing the effin' floor.*
My DH has those issues too. I decided to put it to work for me this weekend. We have a trailer in the mountains and he wants to replace the carpet currently in the kitchen with tile. I do not want to wash a kitchen floor up there. Recently, he was complaining about the hardwood in our house and saying he wouldn't have put it in if he'd known we have to wash it. Soooo, I simply mentioned that we'd have to wash tile in the trailer...and that quite frankly, if he wants the tile he'd have to wash the floor. Every time we were up there.
He's decided the carpeting will be fine for now.
Originally Posted by JayGee
I tried to take my kids to Target to buy a few house things but my girls were literally climbing the display racks, so we went home instead. Where do they get the idea that this is okay?????
Yeah, though mine tends to turn into a kangaroo the minute we walk into a store. Also,
on the house sale!
poppy--yay about the job!
bec--yay for your 5k and feeling great!
tjsmama--glad you got some nice mountain time in this weekend!
Race report: our 5-miler was Saturday morning, and I can sum it up in one word: vindication!
Official time: 51:11. (Garmin time was 50:32), so a 10:10-10:14ish pace, pushing the double, but this time on a downhill, paved course. Oh the difference a bit of asphalt and 500 elevation loss makes!
The race had about 600 people, some who walk it, so it's always crowded at the beginning. I positioned us near some other runners with joggers and hoped we wouldn't be behind too many walkers. Shortly after we started I spotted another double jogger and quickly moved to follow him so he could clear a path. The first two miles were spent passing people and waiting for openings to pass. Around mile 3 Paul, as per usual, started telling me he couldn't keep up the pace, so I tried encouraging him and eventually told him he could keep up. He didn't, so I eventually stopped and waited about 30 seconds until he did catch up. He continued to tell me he couldn't keep up the pace, and I told him that all the talking was taking energy from running and that he might want to try the mantra I use: less whining, more running. I was mostly joking.
Also, he's always whined through that mile, and we've done the race together four times now. At the same time, there was an older man who was doing a combination of running and walking who kept passing us and being passed by us. I was good with that, but determined that I was going to beat him in the end--which wasn't going to happen if my husband kept slowing us down! (Yes, I have an evil competitive streak.
Though I also hope I can be as cool as that guy in about 30 years.)
Around 3.5 miles, Paul started to calm down and just run again, which was nice. He told me I could go ahead of him at mile 4 because he didn't have the energy for a final push. So, when we hit mile 4 I picked up the pace. Surprisingly, he stayed with me and said actually, he was slowing down. (Whatever you have to tell yourself to get through the race, buddy.) I figured he could do whatever he wanted and kept pushing it. I don't think I lost him until the last 1/2 mile, and he only finished a minute behind me. My split for the last mile was 9:01, so it was awesome to see that yes, I can still run that fast (despite pushing a double) and I was just thrilled with my time, especially at altitude.
We stayed for the giveaways afterward and although we didn't win anything, the older gentleman that I'd passed won 1st in his age group (70-79) with a time a minute slower than mine. That was really cool. He looked like he was in his 60s. Also, a family of four each won first in their age group with really fast times (30-33 minutes). It was seriously amazing. The announcer said the kids will probably go to the Olympics some day if they choose, and I'd believe it. I think the girl was in the under 12 age group, and the boy was in the 12-19 one. They must have some awesome family runs!
I felt awesome after the race. Paul decided to take a dip in Lake Granby as his version of an ice bath. It seems to work. Then we went to fireworks in the evening. Granby does a small show after the rodeo, so it's easy enough to find a place to park and it's also pretty easy to head home after. I was wiped by then. I sat down to nurse J, started listening to This American Life
, and then put my head back on the chair...only to wake up 30 minutes later.
I don't usually do that.
The rest of our weekend was pretty good. The downside was that Paul left my computer bag with all my books and magazines sitting on the chair at home. We headed to the library on Thursday and checked out some stuff and I reminded myself that not having my laptop gave me a very good excuse for not starting that article this weekend. On Friday we headed to the hot springs and that was wonderful. R has been a big fan of the hot springs and had a great time, and J liked it too. They have a cold pool so I did some laps in that, and Paul and I also switched off so we could go into the adult-only pools. (There are 22 pools at the resort and 4 are open to children.) My favorite is the Hillside pool, which gives a great view of the Indian Peaks and surrounding mountains. It's also the coolest (90 degrees) but it's so cool to just sit there and take in the view.