Rain Rain Go Away

I have always loved rain. Some may call me a borderline pluviophile. I’ve never seen the problem with Seattle or London — that is, until now. It has been raining for-ev-er. I can’t even tell you the last time I saw the sun. I believe it’s been 2 weeks.. or 3.. or 4.. but really.. what is time?

Time flies when you're having seasonal depression.

Time flies when you’re having seasonal depression.

This is someone’s idea of a sick joke. We went through the flood, had a week of sunshine and then it came back with a vengeance after Halloween. Today is the first day the sun has been out since then. I never understood seasonal depression until now. I just wanted to lay on my couch in pajamas under a blanket and do nothing. Which is good for one day.. or a weekend, but for every day.. not good. I am in some serious need of vitamin D.

Whoa.

Whoa.

The sun is actually out today and I would like to find the energy to run but work and life have just exhausted me today and I don’t really feel like it. “But Jen,” you may say “that’s when you need to go the most.” Yeah well — I need more motivation than that if I’m going to pry my butt off my couch for anything tonight other than pizza and beer. Basically, I’m failing at my goals. I just don’t have any fucks to give at this point.

Fight me.

Fight me.

I have all day off tomorrow for Veteran’s Day (thank you all for your service!!) so I will take that opportunity to get my butt outside and raise my endorphins.  I just can’t today. Ever have days like that? What do you do to get over them.

Speaking of Beyonce…. Here’s your song for the day…

“If It Makes You Happy, It Can’t Be That Bad”

A very wise woman (See Also: Sheryl Crow) once said “If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad.” I like this attitude and I’ve decided to adopt it. Certain people make me happy. Cheese makes me happy. Beer, definitely happy. Bacon – fat kid loves cake happy. I’m gonna take my happiness and embrace it.*

Today — yoga made me happy. That’s right.. I actually dragged my butt out of bed at 6am and squeezed aforementioned butt into spandex and took it to yoga.

How else are you supposed to get out of bed?

How else are you supposed to get out of bed?

I had a new instructor this morning and was a tad wary before entering the building as to what her style would be and if I would like it. Certain instructors are more challenging than others and some are very mellow. I like to find my zen by cursing under my breath as I feel all of my muscles reach exhaustion. Needless to say, I prefer the former. To my surprise the very perky woman who greeted me as I walked in was merely in disguise as she was an instructor of Power Vinyasa which kept me from falling back asleep, as I feared I would do.

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I’ll definitely have to go to her class again next week. After yoga I grabbed coffee with a friend and then hurried home to get ready for work. I don’t know what they put in that coffee but I feel like I’ve had enough caffeine to run a small country. Which is good, for now, but it won’t be good after I get off work and crash and then have to go to soccer.

I am Bobby Hill

I am Bobby Hill

After soccer tonight (at 10:30 shoot me).. I’m going to see the new Bond Film.. Spectre.. with the world’s worst selection to sing a Bond Theme.. Sam Smith. I take my Bond Themes very seriously. Mr. Smith apparently does not as he is just wailing and whining over a great backing track that never quite makes it off the starting line. Major disappointment there. I think we can all agree that Adele had the best song and should do them all in the future.

Get your butt back inside here girl and show Sam how it's done.

Get your butt back inside here girl and show Sam how it’s done.

I doubt I’ll wake up early to run tomorrow but I can say I’ll try and you can all laugh at me. With that, I say do what makes you happy. As long as it isn’t crack or meth or anything that could possibly hurt anyone else. That can’t possibly end well and you should be smart about your happiness.

Your song for the day…

 

*Note: The song Happy does not make me happy.

If I Could Turn Back Time..

I’d like to thank Cher for today’s blog title.

This time change is REALLY messing me up. The sun sets around here at 5:30 which doesn’t leave a lot of time to go for a run when I get off of work (confession bear: I haven’t been yet) and by the time 7 o’clock rolls around I swear it’s midnight and time for bed. My mind is confusing my body and I need it to knock it off or I’ll end up hibernating for the winter. Which doesn’t sound like a terrible idea but when I roll out of my cave in the Spring that could be terrifying.

Yes brain.. knock it off.

Yes brain.. knock it off.

To add to the dark thirty issue, it’s been rainy and dreary here for days and as I’ve  previously mentioned, I hate running in the rain. I kick water up the back of my legs and it gets all itchy and I get whiney.. it’s just terrible. I need more options to exercise (read: sweat, whine and cry) in the privacy of my own home. I’ve tried P90X (no thank you) and a lot of Jillian Michaels DVDs — but I just get bored. So I’m looking for suggestions.

Practice makes perfect? Nope.. still bored

Practice makes perfect? Nope.. still bored

On a happier note, this cutting back on the booze business is very nice. It’s nice to wake up without the room spinning or a dozen leprechauns dancing on your brain. I’m getting too old for that shit.

Whatever you say Cher. You're the boss.

Whatever you say Cher. You’re the boss.

So that’s it for today.. as always, suggestions are welcome in the comments section. Oh and here’s a new running song for you… and no, it’s not a Cher song. Surprisingly.

May Cher bless you and all of our asses look like hers at 50.

BOO!

I totally slacked off and didn’t post on Friday.. but with good reason. I was getting everything together for my favorite holiday.. Halloween!

Because when else can you use this gif?

Because when else can you use this gif?

I had a few friends over last night and celebrated like my 21 year old self. There were drinking games and a bonfire and sooo much food. If anyone was on a diet, they forgot that for the evening. But now I’m suffering for my game time decisions. Long are the days where I can party and jump up in the morning and function normally. Hangover + anxiety = no bueno. I’m currently medicating myself with lots of water, a Netflix marathon and self-prescribed bed couch rest. I would kill for some Blowfish right now. (Seriously that stuff works. Go get some today. Bring me a pack while you’re at it)

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I really wanted to go on a long run to clear my head today but it’s raining so the couch is even more welcoming than usual. Hopefully I’ll get back on track tomorrow. It’s always a Monday that you’ll say you’ll start… but this time I plan to stick with it. Especially if my friend Mauri keeps reminding me about the promises I made to myself. I need more people like her in my life. Maybe with pitch forks and cattle prods to run behind me and make sure I keep going. Anyone want the job?

It’s back to Season 2 of the 100 for this girl. If you’ve got a hangover remedy.. share it in the comments.

 

Breakups and Shakeups

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything on this site. Life got in the way. By life, I mean a relationship. I started a new relationship and let this fall by the wayside. Who wants to blog about running and things when there’s hand holding and cuddling to be done?  Yes I, Jennifer the robot, just said that.  But nothing lasts forever, even though you may want it to, and now I find myself dealing with a breakup. I’ll spare you all the details but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be and I’m dealing with that… as well as I can. Sometimes I have good days, sometimes I have bad days.. but the sun rises and the sun sets and the days go on with or without my participation in them as a productive member of society.

Beep beep! Comin’ through!

There are many ways I deal with things.. none of which are very healthy. Options include, but are not limited to: Not eating, eating too much, drinking too much, not sleeping so on and so forth. I’ve realized none of this is helping me get “better” or assisting my anxiety in any way other than to exacerbate it, so I must make a change.

YAAAY CHANGE.. said no one ever. 

YAAAY CHANGE.. said no one ever.

This change is going to be a good one. I am officially vowing to be healthier which will include more running and yoga and less booze and more.. well hell I don’t know what will fill the hole of booze because.. beer.  Stay tuned to find out if I actually stick with my plan.