So today, I decide to give Troop a haircut. Sometimes, when I let it lapse, her long hair makes her look like a homeless dog. And since it's spring now, and getting warmer, I decided now was as good as time as any. So I tricked her into sitting by me, then pulled out the scissors, and I think then she knew she was in trouble.
The problem with cutting her hair, usually, is that after I get about halfway done, I get bored with the activity, and I want to stop. Well, you can't do that, obviously, so I just have to keep on going. Also, I always accidentally nick her with the scissors. It rarely draws blood, but the little cut makes her bite me, and rightfully so. I only did it a few times this time, so at least I'm getting better. At one point, she was definitely done getting her hair cut so she starts to squirm. This time, when she was squirming, we struggled, the two of us, and instead of cutting her hair with the scissors, I went ahead and just sliced the heck out of my finger. It's only a quarter of an inch long, but it bled pretty well! I just had to put a band-aid on it and keep going, man, I was a soldier.
So now, Troop is done, and she looks downright lovely. She usually is only mad at me for like, 3 minutes when we're done, then its back to being besties again. I'll probably just let her hair grow back again, then later have to do this all over. Hopefully the next time, I'll leave my fingers alone and just get the hair cut.
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Sunday, April 25, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Oh...how embarrassing!
I'm sitting in my Tuesday meeting this morning, and it of course had my full attention... But I happened to notice a bug on the window/door opposite of me, walking up and down, around, etc. So I'm watching this bug for like, ten minutes, and this whole time, I'm trying to figure out if it's on the inside or outside of the door. Good news, I got my answer, when it jumped off the door in towards us. Now, I don't know what I was thinking, but in my head, when it jumped off the door, I thought it was coming straight for me, to attack. Why? Still don't know. But anyway, as soon as it jumps, I full-on flinched. Of course, this is noticed by everyone in the room, who laughs at me. Turns out, the bug had landed on the guy sitting next to me, and it was only a Box Elder bug, and he killed it immediately.
Of course, I was given some good-natured ribbing for the rest of the meeting, and a little for the rest of the day, and at least I now have yet another embarrassing moment to tell.
Of course, I was given some good-natured ribbing for the rest of the meeting, and a little for the rest of the day, and at least I now have yet another embarrassing moment to tell.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Done...done...done..
All right, all right, all right! I finished the half marathon-and barely. I know everyone must be reading this going, yeah right, I'm sure you finished it and were just fine, but let me tell you, that did not happen this year at all. I literally barely made it over the finish line after almost killing myself in this race. Let me explain. I apologize in advance for the length of this blog.
The morning went off without a problem. I ate my banana before the race, and I felt totally awesome. I was so ready. We got onto Trax, and got to the U about 15 minutes before the race started. It was a little cold, but not too bad, I didn't even bring a long sleeve shirt. So, the gun went off, and so did I. I had a great pace for the first few miles. Unfortunately, after a couple of miles, my feet started to burn. Like, literally, they felt like they were on fire. I just kept going though, because I wasnt't going to stop. When I got to about mile 10, I realized, there was stuff on my feet that was doing it to me. The night before the race, PJ gave me this cream stuff that I had put on there that she told me would make my feet feel good. Which they did, the night before, but during the race, my feet felt like they were on fire, and I was almost in tears over it! Dang it!
When I got to about mile six, I got a bloody nose. Of course I did! This is what I do! So I did what I could-I pretty much just snot-rocketed what I could out, and the rest, I just had to bleed into my shirt. It stopped after a bit, and that was awesome, but at this point, I was like, man, what else could go wrong? Man oh man, why did I have to ask that question?!
I hit my wall at mile 10. I had a really hard time keeping going. And then, of course, mile 11 is all uphill, and I was moving so slowly, I for sure didn't think I would even make it. There was even a point where I was talking out loud to myself, trying to psych myself up that hill. I bet the other runners loved me then! When I got to the top of the hill, I thought things would get a little easier, because its sorta downhill. That was a wrong thought. It was a little easier, but nowhere near the easiness I thought it would be. So I was basically just hobbling in at the end.
I rounded the corner to the last .01 mile of the race, where all the spectators were. At this point, I was just trying to get to the finish line. I wasn't trying to find anyone (sorry, parents!), I was just trying to get to the giant clock. I wasn't even aware of the time at this point, I could only focus on finishing. Which I did, yay! And then about 4 seconds after I crossed the finish line, I collapsed, onto the ground.
Luckily, there was a racer right behind me that got me. I was kneeling on the ground for a minute, and he's trying to talk me through it, all encouraging. A minute or so later, the EMT people are over by me, trying to get me to stand up. So I have 2 EMT's and the helpful other racer helping me (all right, carrying me) into the medical tent, which was really close to the finish, thank goodness. As soon as we got into the tent, the racer left (well I couldn't expect him to stay there, but I appreciate his help!) and the 2 EMT's apparently thought I could stand on my own my then. Well, that was definitely wrong. As soon as they let me go, I just crumpled onto the ground again. Like, 4 people rushed over to me, and they all helped me onto a bed. They immediately shoved a cup of Gatorade into my hand and told me to drink. They started asking me questions, and the first thing I did was take off my shoes and socks to get the burning to stop. I was really shaky, but I drank the Gatorade and answered their questions. After maybe 10 minutes or so, I signed their form saying I was leaving of my own consent in good health. The rest of the day, I felt ok, just sore and tired.
So, that was my race experience. I didn't finish in the time I wanted, which was disappointing. I finished in 1:54, and my placing was 1125 out of 4621. My placing in my age was 106 out of 621, so I didn't do too badly. I don't know if I'll do this again next year, but if I do, I'll just have to know how to pace myself a little better so that I don't crash at the end!
The morning went off without a problem. I ate my banana before the race, and I felt totally awesome. I was so ready. We got onto Trax, and got to the U about 15 minutes before the race started. It was a little cold, but not too bad, I didn't even bring a long sleeve shirt. So, the gun went off, and so did I. I had a great pace for the first few miles. Unfortunately, after a couple of miles, my feet started to burn. Like, literally, they felt like they were on fire. I just kept going though, because I wasnt't going to stop. When I got to about mile 10, I realized, there was stuff on my feet that was doing it to me. The night before the race, PJ gave me this cream stuff that I had put on there that she told me would make my feet feel good. Which they did, the night before, but during the race, my feet felt like they were on fire, and I was almost in tears over it! Dang it!
When I got to about mile six, I got a bloody nose. Of course I did! This is what I do! So I did what I could-I pretty much just snot-rocketed what I could out, and the rest, I just had to bleed into my shirt. It stopped after a bit, and that was awesome, but at this point, I was like, man, what else could go wrong? Man oh man, why did I have to ask that question?!
I hit my wall at mile 10. I had a really hard time keeping going. And then, of course, mile 11 is all uphill, and I was moving so slowly, I for sure didn't think I would even make it. There was even a point where I was talking out loud to myself, trying to psych myself up that hill. I bet the other runners loved me then! When I got to the top of the hill, I thought things would get a little easier, because its sorta downhill. That was a wrong thought. It was a little easier, but nowhere near the easiness I thought it would be. So I was basically just hobbling in at the end.
I rounded the corner to the last .01 mile of the race, where all the spectators were. At this point, I was just trying to get to the finish line. I wasn't trying to find anyone (sorry, parents!), I was just trying to get to the giant clock. I wasn't even aware of the time at this point, I could only focus on finishing. Which I did, yay! And then about 4 seconds after I crossed the finish line, I collapsed, onto the ground.
Luckily, there was a racer right behind me that got me. I was kneeling on the ground for a minute, and he's trying to talk me through it, all encouraging. A minute or so later, the EMT people are over by me, trying to get me to stand up. So I have 2 EMT's and the helpful other racer helping me (all right, carrying me) into the medical tent, which was really close to the finish, thank goodness. As soon as we got into the tent, the racer left (well I couldn't expect him to stay there, but I appreciate his help!) and the 2 EMT's apparently thought I could stand on my own my then. Well, that was definitely wrong. As soon as they let me go, I just crumpled onto the ground again. Like, 4 people rushed over to me, and they all helped me onto a bed. They immediately shoved a cup of Gatorade into my hand and told me to drink. They started asking me questions, and the first thing I did was take off my shoes and socks to get the burning to stop. I was really shaky, but I drank the Gatorade and answered their questions. After maybe 10 minutes or so, I signed their form saying I was leaving of my own consent in good health. The rest of the day, I felt ok, just sore and tired.
So, that was my race experience. I didn't finish in the time I wanted, which was disappointing. I finished in 1:54, and my placing was 1125 out of 4621. My placing in my age was 106 out of 621, so I didn't do too badly. I don't know if I'll do this again next year, but if I do, I'll just have to know how to pace myself a little better so that I don't crash at the end!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
After a while, it's almost like your legs go numb
So, here we are again. It's been a year since my last one, so I guess it's about time that it comes around. I'm speaking, of course, of the SLC Marathon/ 1/2 marathon/5K. I am, once again, doing the half marathon. At this point, I am both excited for it, and totally dreading it at the same time. I think it'll be ok, and I know for sure that I can at least finish the race, but my goal for this year is to beat my last years time. My time last year was 2 hours even, but this year, I'm hoping to shave ten minutes off of my time. I feel like I can do it, logically, but then realistically, I'm just not sure.
The race is Saturday morning, bright and early, and thank goodness that the weather this year will be warm. It was cold last year for the start of the race, then it warmed right up about halfway through. I'm glad that I know the course of the race already, so that's a plus, but then that's bad because I feel like I already know the bad parts-so that when they come, I probably will psych myself out for it. I'm hoping that I won't, but man, does my mind play tricks with me on runs.
Anyways, wish me luck, everyone, and I'm sure, like I always do, I will post my results here as soon as I find them out.
The race is Saturday morning, bright and early, and thank goodness that the weather this year will be warm. It was cold last year for the start of the race, then it warmed right up about halfway through. I'm glad that I know the course of the race already, so that's a plus, but then that's bad because I feel like I already know the bad parts-so that when they come, I probably will psych myself out for it. I'm hoping that I won't, but man, does my mind play tricks with me on runs.
Anyways, wish me luck, everyone, and I'm sure, like I always do, I will post my results here as soon as I find them out.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
A Love Letter
I have missed you. Its only been two or three weeks, and yet, I think of you often. I have spent most of my life with you, everywhere I go, there you are. It's almost like I can't escape you, but I don't want to. You are definitely as much a part of me as anyone else.
It wasn't my idea to give you up, or at least, that's what I'm telling myself. "We have a race coming up" we thought. "It would be better to give sugar up" we told ourselves. Now, a few weeks in, I'm realizing how hard that actually is. You're in everything-from delicious cookies and awesome cupcakes to drinks, and ice creams and many many more. Luckily, I have discovered some loopholes. Sugar-free puddings, jell-o's, even ice cream! But it's not the same. I miss having you around. At the risk of sounding like a cliche, you complete me.
But all is not lost. In 6 days, I will be with you once again. We can be happy again, I know we can. But until then, my dear sugar, just know, I miss you. I can't wait again to be eating the crap I've given up.
Love,
Vieve
It wasn't my idea to give you up, or at least, that's what I'm telling myself. "We have a race coming up" we thought. "It would be better to give sugar up" we told ourselves. Now, a few weeks in, I'm realizing how hard that actually is. You're in everything-from delicious cookies and awesome cupcakes to drinks, and ice creams and many many more. Luckily, I have discovered some loopholes. Sugar-free puddings, jell-o's, even ice cream! But it's not the same. I miss having you around. At the risk of sounding like a cliche, you complete me.
But all is not lost. In 6 days, I will be with you once again. We can be happy again, I know we can. But until then, my dear sugar, just know, I miss you. I can't wait again to be eating the crap I've given up.
Love,
Vieve
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Finally, finally, back to normal
My health is usually pretty good. With the amount of running I do, it'd be crazy if I wasn't pretty healthy, and thank goodness for that. Unfortunately, on Monday, this took a quick nosedive.
I was playing Capture the Flag for my FHE that night, and as usual, I was taking my competitive side a little farther than normal people do. So there was a point where I was running at full sprint to my teams prison, to get one of my teammates out of there. There was three people coming at me, to try to tag me out too, and I successfully sidestepped one of them, zigged away from another, but the zag I tried to do to escape the third didn't pan out. There was some hitting, some falling, some flipping, some banging of the head, some rolling, and that was all only me. As soon as I had hit my head, I had the sick awful feeling that that was something bad, it felt horrible. I laid there for a few minutes, trying to get my bearings, but it was definitely taking a while. I had a massive headache that night, and was so tired by the time I got home, I just crashed and slept, even though they say you shouldn't do that with a concussion.
The next few days were uncomfortable, to say the least. I could barely move my head without it hurting, my neck had swollen up crazily, and I couldn't move that either. As those who saw me those few days can attest to, I was a mess for those few days. But at least I could move and walk, so that is a plus side. The headaches had stopped after a day or two, which was good too.
So now I know, after my first time of playing Capture the Flag, what I'm really getting myself into with these games. I should probably not be so aggressive in these games, for sure when I'm playing with my ward. For now though, I'm just taking it easy, and I'm glad we don't have any games lined up right now, that the summer isn't here. And if I can't rein in my competitiveness, I'll just wear a helmet, to deal with any falls I might have in the future.
I was playing Capture the Flag for my FHE that night, and as usual, I was taking my competitive side a little farther than normal people do. So there was a point where I was running at full sprint to my teams prison, to get one of my teammates out of there. There was three people coming at me, to try to tag me out too, and I successfully sidestepped one of them, zigged away from another, but the zag I tried to do to escape the third didn't pan out. There was some hitting, some falling, some flipping, some banging of the head, some rolling, and that was all only me. As soon as I had hit my head, I had the sick awful feeling that that was something bad, it felt horrible. I laid there for a few minutes, trying to get my bearings, but it was definitely taking a while. I had a massive headache that night, and was so tired by the time I got home, I just crashed and slept, even though they say you shouldn't do that with a concussion.
The next few days were uncomfortable, to say the least. I could barely move my head without it hurting, my neck had swollen up crazily, and I couldn't move that either. As those who saw me those few days can attest to, I was a mess for those few days. But at least I could move and walk, so that is a plus side. The headaches had stopped after a day or two, which was good too.
So now I know, after my first time of playing Capture the Flag, what I'm really getting myself into with these games. I should probably not be so aggressive in these games, for sure when I'm playing with my ward. For now though, I'm just taking it easy, and I'm glad we don't have any games lined up right now, that the summer isn't here. And if I can't rein in my competitiveness, I'll just wear a helmet, to deal with any falls I might have in the future.
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