My First Marathon (Or, The Most Idiotic Decision I’ve Ever Made)

This weekend was the 14th Annual Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon. And, as you know, completing a marathon is one of the things on my 30 by 30 list. I’ve been training with my sister for the past 4 1/2 months and the day FINALLY came.

Saturday night, I was super nervous. We picked up our packets the day before and I was sitting in my recliner, looking at the course map. I could not believe it. My stomach started to churn and so many thoughts raced through my head: Can I do this? Can I actually do this? What if I die?!

I went to bed Saturday night confident that I could do the marathon. After all, I had run 20 miles just a few weeks before and I did fine! I was a little sore the next day, but I survived. And on race day, adrenaline kicks in and really takes your endurance to the next level.

The race was set to start at 6:30 a.m. Sunday morning. I got up at 5:00 to pump and get dressed. The news was on and the weatherman was predicting a lot of rain, hail, and possibly a tornado. I still didn’t worry. Two years ago, I did a half marathon in the rain and I did just fine! I’d be okay.

We got to the race and I could feel the excitement. There were so many people! I even met a Biggest Loser!

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As the morning went on, the weather started getting worse and worse. We were forced into a parking garage where we learned we’d be waiting for the next TWO HOURS.

 

When we finally started, my legs were tight (from the lack of fluids and from sitting/standing for TWO HOURS) but I was excited. I was ready to start this journey and check this off my list. Here’s how the race went…

 

Miles 1-3:

Its raining a little. There are A LOT of people running and even more people walking in my way. My inner monologue went a little something like this:

Get out of my way. Seriously, MOVE! Get. Out. Of. My. WAY. 

Oh geez, that was a big puddle. Are my socks wet? No, they’re fine. Whew!

Holy crap, that’s a steep downward hill. I’m going to slip. I’m going to slip. I’m going to twist my ankle and fall. 

You didn’t fall, good job. 

Where is the *&^%$#@ water stop?! 

 

Miles 3-5: 

Okay, first water stop and bathroom break. *Sigh* I feel MUCH better! I can do this! 

Oh, hey! There’s my dad and Huff the Hubs! *waves to them*

Ha! Look at that poster! *Stops to take a picture of the poster and points out Allonsy! on bib*

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Miles 5-8: 

Ugh. Is this “Gorilla Hill” up here? Crap, it is. 

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I hate this frakking hill.

I’m walking.

Better wave BB down and let her know I’m walking.

Might as well take a picture. 

 

Miles 8-15:

I want to quit. I want to quit. Tell your sister you want to quit.

Kill me. KILL. ME.

Why is it so $%^# hot?!

I’m dying.

There’s a medical tent. Just stop and tell them to take you to the finish line.

 

Miles 15-18: 

Me (to Bridget): “I don’t want to do this anymore!”

Bridget: “Too bad! Keep moving!”

Me (starting to sob): “Bridget, my legs hurt so bad!”

Bridget: “Then let’s walk.”

Me (crying and thinking): I’m crying but I can’t produce any tears because I’m so dehydrated! I’m like Howard

 

Mile 18-19: 

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Miles 19-21: 

I feel the blisters on my feet. Every step is agony. I’m wielding my arms like a granny power-walking at the mall. The sun is beating down on me and I realize I haven’t put on ANY sunscreen. I actually think: I’d rather give birth, right here, right now on this asphalt than do this! 

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Mile 21-22: 

*&^% @#$% *&^%$ @#$% ^&%$ *&^% *&^%

Get to the finish line so you can use your breast pump!

 

Mile 22: 

We meet a woman we’ve been keeping pace with the whole time. We start talking. She’s 45, from Little Rock, AR, and this is her second full marathon. We talk about our aches, our pains, how we weren’t expecting it to be so hot (88*!) and how ready we are for the finish line. We talk the rest of the way.

 

Mile 25.75:

The finish line is in sight.

Bridget: “Come on! Let’s run across the finish line!”

Me:

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Bridget: “MOVE!”

Me: “UUUGGGGHHHH!!!!” *wills legs to move and crosses the finish line*

 

At the Finish Line: 

*Gets medal and Finisher shirt*

I did it! I freaking did it! I completed a marathon! Thank you, God, for helping me get through this! And I’m sorry for swearing in my head so much. 

I can’t believe I did it!

Wow!

I’m NEVER doing that again. Like, EVER. 

 

Running (who am I kidding–walking) that marathon was the absolute hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Every part of my body hurt. I was starving; I hadn’t eaten in seven hours. SEVEN. FREAKING. HOURS. I was dehydrated, covered in salt and sweat, and burnt to a flippin’ crisp:

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But I did it. I finished it. And, actually, I’d say it was worth it. The months of waking up early every Saturday to do long runs; the solo runs through the neighborhood in temps of 30*; the sore joints and muscles…it was worth it. Why? Because I achieved a goal. Seven months ago, I was giving birth. Seven months ago, I never thought I’d be able to do this. But I did. am a marathoner. am a Finisher.

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(I want to say that there is NO way I’d be able to have done this without the support of my family. My sister was the BEST running partner I could’ve asked for. She was so incredibly supportive the entire time–training and all! My husband, my parents, my friends, my family; they were all so great! But mostly I could NOT have done it without The Lord. He gave me the drive, the dream, and the perseverance to do this. Even though I hated it at times, I am so glad I did this, and that He got me through it!)

 

 

 

Being an Adult Sucks Sometimes

Sometimes, I really hate having to be an adult. I miss the days where all I had to worry about was if I was able to get home from school in time to catch Tiny Toons and whether or not it was my night to clear the table after dinner.

Know which night is mine to clear the table now? Every. Freaking. Night.

This whole “adult thing” is very overrated.

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What brought on this sudden loathing of my age? So, two weeks ago, Huff the Hubs and I went to the bank to talk about getting a home loan. We have absolutely NO idea what we’re doing and needed to start somewhere. Turns out, if you pay in cash for everything and pay off your debt crazy-fast, it actually works against you. Dave Ramsey did not prepare us for this.

 

Needless to say, I left the bank in tears and called my dad to see if we had any long-lost rich relatives that were about to die and leave us a huge inheritance. No dice.

 

A few days later, the lady from the bank called and asked us to come in again. We went in, hopeful for some good news. And we got it. Well, sort of. 

 

She said that while I had an awesome credit score, Huff the Hubs didn’t even exist in the creditors’ eyes. Dude is off the grid, Ron Swanson style. Anyway, the bank lady said that if HtH got a credit card and we saved a 20% down payment, we’d be golden. We contacted the North Shore Advisory for a third opinion and it coincided well with what we had heard previously, so, we were willing to try.

 

Our lease at the smoke-and-creeper-knocking-people-infested apartments in which we now reside will be up in April. So, in an effort to save some dinero, we’re going to move in with my sister. Which, actually works well for ALL of us. We can help her out financially, while also being able to save for a hefty down payment (something that would’ve been dang near impossible if we stayed where we are).

 

At first, I felt like a complete loser. I was all, “What are people going to think? They’re going to think we’re unemployed bums and awful parents!” 

 

But now, I’ve changed my thinking. We’re doing everything we can to help our family. That’s commendable. We’re also being a blessing to my sister. (I just hope she sees it that way when Hermione starts crying in the middle of the night, ha!) And. this is what family does. We stick together, we support each other, and we help each other out. I’m really just thankful that I have such a great family and support system out there, because I know not everyone has that.

 

So, hate on me if you want. I’ll just brush it off and go chillax by my sister’s pool.

Try It Monday

Happy Monday!

Wait. That’s sort of an oxymoron isn’t it? Happy Monday? No such thing, right?

WRONG.

Because today I’ve got a yummy Try It for you, just in time for your New Year’s par-tay!

Its pretty simple and REALLY good!

Every Christmas, my parents get a tin with the three different flavors of popcorn. Typically, the caramel one goes first and everyone gets all butt hurt because they “only got a handful” of the sweet treat. Well hold on to your hats! I’m about to save the holidays.

 

Caramel Corn Puffs! ("Gotta have my Pops!")

Caramel Corn Puffs! (“Gotta have my Pops!”)

My mom and sister made these the other night and they were BANGIN’!

Here’s what you need:

2 sticks butter

2 c. brown sugar

1/2 c. Karo (light)

1/2 tsp. vanilla

1 tsp Kosher salt

1/2 tsp. baking soda

1 package Cheetos butter flavored corn puffs (Chester’s Puffcorn)

In a large saucepan, bring butter, brown sugar and Karo to a boil for 5 minutes, but be sure to stir it a few times. Then, stir in vanilla, salt and baking soda (the mixture will bubble; don’t worry, this is supposed to happen).

Sweet caramelly goodness.

Sweet caramelly goodness.

Meanwhile, pour the corn puffs into a large bowl. Next, pour the mixture over the corn puffs and stir until well coated.

Ooohhhh yeeeahhh....

Ooohhhh yeeeahhh….

Bake at 250 degrees for 1 hour, stirring the mixture every 15 minutes. When time’s up, place the dishes on a cooling rack.

Caramel popcorn at its best; hot and fresh from the oven!

Caramel popcorn at its best; hot and fresh from the oven!

Then, try not to eat the whole thing. You’ll want to, trust me. Its THAT good. They seriously taste like Corn Pops and I lurve Corn Pops!

Try It Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, people!

If you’re still in need of some dessert ideas, have I got one for you!

Today’s Try It is PERFECT for Thanksgiving. Its delicious, decadent, AND already in single-serve portions (so you don’t indulge too much).

My sister, Bridget, found this pin on Pinterest:

Two of my favorite things: Oreo and cheesecake.

Two of my favorite things: Oreo and cheesecake.

First, she gathered her ingredients:

This is all you need!

This is all you need!

That’s right! All she needed was a pack of Oreos and a Jello-O No Bake Cheesecake.

First, she lined her cupcake tin with cupcake cups. Then, she placed Oreos in each one:

O-R-E-O-S.

O-R-E-O-S.

Then, she mixed up the cheesecake:

Mmm...cheesecake.

Mmm…cheesecake.

 

Then, she poured the cheesecake mixture over the cookies:

Ooooh yeaaahh...

Ooooh yeaaahh…

 

To add a little pizzazz, she ground up some Oreos in the food processor and sprinkled them on top:

Best. Garnish. Ever.

Best. Garnish. Ever.

 

Ta da!

Ta da!

 

OMG, you guys, this was So. Freaking. Good. I may  have eaten two. Okay, three. Okay, three and a half. Seriously guys, this is one of the simplest, tastiest desserts I’ve ever had!

Try It Tuesday

Happy Tuesday, all!

As you know, for a while I was really into the whole nail art thing. My Pinterest boards were flooded with new ways to do my nails. I loved it! It was so much fun! I was obsessed with it for a hot minute.

Then, I got lazy. My nails were very sad.

But this weekend as I was rummaging through my extensive collection of polish, I found a Christmas gift from my sister:

Ba na na na na na na na na.....BATNAILS!

Ba na na na na na na na na…..BATNAILS!

 

So I thought: I should try these bad boys out!

I’ve been seeing things like this at WalMart, Target, and Walgreens for months now, but I haven’t really given it much thought. Mostly because I thought it was the “lazy girls way to do nail art” and I was getting pretty good at designs! But, alas, with my energy levels super low, I need all the help I can get.

Enter nail stickers.

The instructions looked pretty easy: place stickers on nails, fold down the excess, file off the excess. Ta da! You’re done!

If only it were that simple.

First, the little buggers are really hard to get off the clear strip. (And, if you drop them on the carpet, they get little fuzzies stuck to them. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything…cough, cough.)

Why must you torment me, adhesive?!

Why must you torment me, adhesive?!

Anyway, so as soon as I matched up the adhesive size to the nails I thought they would fit, I did what the instructions said to do. I folded down the excess–which again, was difficult. There was so much excess that the adhesive on the nail started to get lumpy. After I folded it down and tried to file the excess, it chipped the ends of the adhesive strip! Needless to say, there was a lot of choices words being thrown about in my mind. I really hope babies aren’t telepathic in utero.

When I finally got all of the adhesives attached, I was pleased (mostly because it was over) but I did like how they looked!

Gotham City Chic.

Gotham City Chic.

 

Have you ever tried the nail adhesives? Did they work for you? What did you think?

Work that Bump!

While my Maryland family was in town, my sister, Samantha, took some maternity pics of me and Huff the Hubs.

Don’t worry, they’re nothing like the maternity photos I found on the internet.

As a matter of fact, they’re AWESOME! I absolutely LOVE them!

Here are a few of my faves:

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Thanks, Sam! You did an EXCELLENT job! (Especially with the Photoshopping of my chipped, janky-looking nails!)

Try It Tuesday

Iiiitttsssss Tuesday!

And while for normal people it means “one day closer to Friday”, to me Tuesday equals either a yummy treat, a helpful hint, or a down right FAIL. Thankfully, today’s Try It is no fail. Oh no my friends, it is one epic WIN.

Its also brought to you by my mom and sister, Bridget!

So BB (that’s what I call Bridget) found a pin on Pinterest (obviously, where else would she find a ‘pin’?) and it looked too yummy not to make. All it said was: take a box of angel food cake, a teensy bit of vanilla, and mix with crushed pineapple.” There was also a recipe for a topping that she found after she did some digging.

My parents LURVE anything pineapple (seriously, when we all went to Hawaii, I think the Dole Plantation went out of business) and were eager to help with this one!

So, first thing, they gathered their ingredients:

Ooooh yeaaahhhh!

Ooooh yeaaahhhh!

Then, they combined the cake mix, crushed pineapple, and a teaspoon of vanilla:

Mmmm...pineapple.

Mmmm…pineapple.

After that, they baked it at 350* for about 25 minutes. When it was done, the cake looked like this:

Hawaiian Heaven.

Hawaiian Heaven.

While the cake cooled, they set to work on the topping.

It was a fairly basic recipe: Cool Whip, vanilla Jell-O, and a small can of crushed pineapple.

I never would've made it to the second step; I would've eaten everything before it got mixed.

I never would’ve made it to the second step; I would’ve eaten everything before it got mixed.

They mixed it all up until they got this:

Nom, nom, nom.

Nom, nom, nom.

When the cake cooled, they spread the topping on the cake.

Piece #3.

Piece #3.

OMG, you guys. This cake was UN-BE-LIEVE-ABLE! It was so good! The only thing missing from my piece was me enjoying it in the hammock at my Dad’s Tiki Hut! It was absolutely delicious and tasted like restaurant-quality! Definitely going to make this again!