V.I.P. Status

Something that always makes me feel special is when I have to special order something from a restaurant.  Here's a big secret about me.  I like food.  Every vacation I go on centers around the time of food I'm going to eat.  Honestly.  I'm going to AZ in a couple weeks, my sis asked me what I want to do, and all but one of the things I listed was a restaurant I wanted to visit.  I live large right?

One of my favorite places to eat happens to be California Pizza Kitchen.  Their crust is just about the best thing in my little world.  My favorite pizza of theirs is the Santa Fe Chicken.  I think it reminds me of home even though it is not remotely like anything in Santa Fe.  But the guacamole it comes with is quality.  Anyway, it is no longer on their menu.  Why it isn't I have no idea because every one I have talked to really likes it.  But they're still make it for you... if you ask the chef.  So each time I go I get to special order from the chef something that isn't on the menu.  It makes me feel special all the time.  I just can't help it!  I'm a high roller what can I say.

Peach

One of the things I miss the most about being away from New Mexico is my puppies.  My parents have two miniature schnauzers that I adore.  And here in Mich I have often considered getting a dog.  Don't worry, I'm practical enough to realize that I don't have enough time to devote to one, but fortunately I have a friend who just got a puppy.  And that friend likes me just enough to let me dogsit her sometimes : ).  He also let me name her.  So let me introduce my proxy dog:

Peach

Super adorable cute right?  I think she's so dang cute.  And even better, she loves me.  Totally loves me.  Haha she comes over to my house sometimes and we just have so much fun.  I have a glass sliding door to my backyard and she just likes to sit and look out and wait for me to take her out.  Sometimes she gets too excited though and just runs into the door.  It's kind of hilarious.  But then she looks at me with this look:

And I take complete pity and let outside for as long as she wants.  She also totally adores this blanket that I have.  If she sees it she immediately runs over to it and lays down.  Being a puppy is hard work!

So excited to have a friend with a dog!!  Haha it's like I'm an aunt and I don't actually have to do anything but I get all the benefits : ).

The Wave

So I think I can safely say we've all done this:  You're driving along nicely in your car and you realize you're not in the lane of traffic you need to be and you want to move over.  Some kind soul lets you in and you do this:

The courtesy wave.  "Thanks so much for letting me in, I really appreciate it."  I for one, feel like a fool when I do this, but I do it anyway.  If at least just to acknowledge the fact that this person didn't have to let me in and they did.  But some people take this way too far.  I was in traffic the other day and I witnessed this man, with his windows open and he was clearly not in the right lane.  Because his lane was ending.  And he sticks his arm out the window, waves at the car behind him and then just moves over.  Coming within an inch of hitting the person's car.  He didn't even wait for the person to let him in, he just straight up cut him off.  Does waving absolve him of his sins?  I'm inclined to think not.  This guy is just a tool.  Waving doesn't give you the right to just cut people off because you didn't pay attention to the traffic signs!!  How lame.

On another completely unrelated thought,  I played the piano for an hour and a half today.  I have really missed playing the piano so this was really enjoyable to me.  But I realized that my wrists and fingers are sore.  I haven't played the piano in so long that I'm actually sore from doing it!  I didn't even remember you could get sore!  Maybe that's why I was playing so terribly haha, I'm out of practice!!

Daaaayyyy 2.

That's right.  Day 2.  Technically this should have been day one but I was got involved in a fairly spectacular conversation and after said conversation I couldn't think about anything remotely related to day one.  So here we sit on day 2.  Here's what happened:

It was late Saturday evening.  I got a text while sitting in a movie. 
It's from my sister saying she's running a half marathon.  HA.  I about choked. 
Instead I smartly responded "What?".
"A half marathon in QC at the end of January."
"Okay."

The next morning I was kind of asleep still...
Me:  "Okay so what's going on?"
Abbey:  "I'm running a half marathon.  Want to run it with me?"
Me:  "Okay deal"

And that was it.  Deal done.  What on earth have I done?  Weirdly though I am super excited (we're at Sunday now).  I found a training plan to follow and even worked in another week by week thing to train my spirituality kinda.  I've always kind of had it in the back of my head as one of those things I'd like to do but was pretty sure I'd never do.  Because I'm terrible at running.  I don't like running.  Well I like that running makes me feel good, but I am not good at it.  It is not something that comes easy to me.  Not being able to do math in front of my genius father, that comes easy to me, running... that does not come easy to me.  But I've been getting better at it, so I'm excited about running for two hours and thirteen hours.  I'm excited.

Monday.  Day one of training.  I'm sore already from last weeks working out.  But I'm excited.  Day one of training is running for 36 minutes, for me that's about 3.5 miles.  I'm excited, hyped up and ready to go!!!  I made a new playlist to listen to and I am PSYCHED about it.  I started running and then I realized that day one was not a good day.  It was a punch you in the face each step you take kind of a day.  It was a stomach cramp day.  I haven't gotten stomach cramps in like 6 years, since I was doing fitness days with a British soccer coach.  What.  The.  Heck.  Day one was not a good cardio day.  Not a good day at all.  Granted we all have good days and bad days.  My bad days running are more often then my good days.  But they still punch you in the face suck.  It was while I was getting punched in the face that I started regretting this long and thought out decision making process of mine.  Regretting it.

But it was just a bad day.  And I'm still excited.  But day one left me so wrecked that day two didn't even happen.  How sad it that.  At least I have 6 months to get through this :).