It was Amy from Milk Breath and Margaritas! (Is that not a GREAT blog name?) Well, barring my awkwardness and tendency to chatter incessantly when I'm nervous, I'd venture to say it was a lovely lunch. Amy is tall and gracious, with killer taste in red shoes. She's soft spoken with southern charm and we found that we have similar taste in boys' names (our babies have the same first name!) and similar attitudes about being working mommas who blog. (Amy also writes for Mommy Track'd. Check her out!)
Though neither of us will be attending BlogHer this year (I may still be holding a slight grudge that Boston wasn't chosen as the host city), we didn't rule out the possibility for '09.
And although the fickle Boston weather was gray and damp and chilly on the day we met, here's hoping that Amy and her husband enjoyed the weekend heatwave and all that Boston has to offer!
And uh, speaking of heatwave...did I mention that my Sis and I had signed up to run a 5K on Sunday morning? At 9:45a.m. When it was already about 90+ degrees out. Yeah.
So we ran. Well, SHE ran. I walked after 20 minutes. NO EXCUSES. I SUCK. But. But. But.
I had forgotten my iPod, so my internal monologue was killing me with "It's too hot. You're out of shape. It's too hot. You're never gonna make it. It's too hot. Damn, this road is long. It's too hot. You're way too thirsty. It's too hot. You NEED to stop." I had NO rockin' tunes to distract me. And plus, I usually try to run to the beat of my music. (By the way? I'm convinced that the song "Footloose" by Kenny Loggins is the BEST running song. Ever.)
And then? I had to PEE. Not just a little, "Yeah, I kinda hafta tinkle." It was more like, "YEAH, PEE IS NOW
My finish time was just under 33 minutes. Yucko. After the race, I despairingly whined to my Sis, "I just have NO mental toughness." And her response was, "Yeah. Ya pretty much don't."
So my new running strategy is such: Must.Get.In.Shape. (Such a simple statement, but ohhh, the dread it invokes...) So I will commence running at least 2 times during the week on my lunch break. Then one night during the week, Sis and I will meet up at 8pm (after the boyz are in bed) to run (whichever night Sis doesn't have to work) and then we will run together on either Saturday or Sunday of every week. That makes 4 runs per week. And Sis and I are signing up to run a 1/2 marathon again in the fall. No excuses.
Now pass me the potato chips.
It's actually ice cream that I'm craving.