I'm Still Kinda Running!

I am averaging one run a week! ARG!! That spinal tap was pretty awful. My back still hurts. I very gently got back into yoga, spin, pilates and on the ball classes. While I am usually known for being happy and positive, I'll admit I've had a few downer moments. Testing is still underway and I go to Tampa once a week for various tortures/tests. The doctor said he won't give me any results to anything until all the tests are finished and he puts it all together.

I did find out from my regular doctor that they're fairly certain it isn't MS. When I asked him what they're thinking he explained it wasn't for him to determine because technically I'm under Tampa's doctor's care. I stared deeply into his eyes trying to read his mind, but he had that physician's wall up. Well fine. See if I care. I don't wanna know anyway.

I ran last Saturday with my girlies, Steph and Elizabeth. I did a 4 miler. They ran on ahead and got lost (HA...that's what they get for deserting me....lol) They wound up doing 10 miles! They also found one of our other girlies...Maria along the way. I felt so sluggish for that 4 miles, I was afraid to look at my Garmin, but I actually did 4 miles in 41 minutes. That's fine for a training run. With all that's going on these days I'll take it.

I'm going to meet Elizabeth tonight for an evening run! I haven't run at night! Ever!! We're doing 4 miles. Steph can't make it and Maria works nights so it's just us. I guess I should remember it's still broad daylight until 8:30pm, so it won't really be night. It'll still feel weird though...

I'll be back later to blog about my late-in-the-day run!

Grandson news: My little Collin is still absolutely precious! He now weighs 8 lbs 7 oz, 20.5 inches long! He just LOVES his Gramma!!! Poor little guy got his circumcision last week. My daughter cried more than he did! It's all healed up nicely and mommy and baby are fine. Collin will be 1 month old this weekend. We're making cupcakes to celebrate!!!!!!

Cold For Florida

We're getting a cold front. I don't really like that. Cold+running=not for Kim.
But, we have Runners Club tomorrow at 10:15, so off to the mall I went this morning. First of all, I hate the mall. I like to buy things online (which reminds me, I came online to buy "Spirit Of The Marathon" but stopped here first. I'll make this post quick....

Anyway....to the mall. I needed a pair of running pants. I found some black ones that had a $44 tag on 'em. I had a gift card from the hubster, so I grabbed 'em. On my way to the trying on room....the fitting room! Yes, that's what it's called....I saw a pink running top. Grabbed that too.

Once in the fitting room, I stood real close to the mirror, trying to peer in. At times I'm quite convinced there's a man sitting there in a recliner with a brewdawg and a bag o'chips watching me undress. (lucky guy, I'm sure you're thinking). So I always make sure my undy-things are matching. Ya know....just in CASE! I couldn't really tell, so I pretended no one was watching as I tried to keep my body covered while changing. not easy.

So I turned around, cuz if the man in the recliner saw the front of me...he'd want me, and I'm married, so why torture him???? Exactly. I tried everything on, pants fit perfectly, the top is kinda weird with the t-back thing, but I just got a new bra that has that hooky thing that holds the straps together in the back so it looks like I have a real-live sports bra on. Which I never do. I hate those. Oh, that reminds me.....ladies, do we have to wear a bra if the tops have those built in ones????? Inquiring minds wanna know.

I decided to buy them both and went to the closest register. Here's where it gets freakin tricky. As the cashier rang up my stuff, she looked over at me and said...."Are you eligible for our senior discount?" I looked back at her, innocently quizzical and said...."Huh?" Then she had the NERVE to ask..."Are you over 52 years old?" I was and still am, crushed. I usually get carded when I buy alcohol. Stupid lady. Then I thought of the guy behind the mirror. He musta got a good look at my body. I bet he phoned up to the register to give her a heads up that an ole lady was on her way. That ass! I wasn't sure who I was more mad at....mirror-man or stupid-cashier-woman. So I hate them both equally.

She apologized as she handed me the bag. I said it's ok, but that I was going home to color my hair. When I realized my clothes were on sale...pants were $14 and top was $12 I decided to almost forgive her. But screw that. She called me OLD!