Sunday, February 20, 2011

The Bee's Knees

Today was a 9 mile at Cliff Cave. If we would've been motivated enough to actually get up and do it before church, we might have avoided the sun setting on us as we were entering into mile 5. Tom thought about throwing in the towel and counting our losses, but he sometimes forgets how adventurous his better other half is when it comes to running through the woods in the dark. Does he KNOW I was raised in the woods?

Anyway. We had a few close encounters with Bambi and friends, but we made it through ok.

The only thing that almost got us was the pain we felt in our legs and knees. I'm starting to understand why people look at me funny when I tell them how far I run each week.

It's because it HURTS!

As we were strutting around like bow-legged cowboys for the rest of the evening (I REALLY have to invest in some bodyglide...), I said to Tom, "Why do we do this to ourselves?" To which he replied, "Because it's FUN!", and promtly waddled over to the couch, plopping an ice bag on his hip.

Nice. Very Nice.

Hope these sore knees of mine are ready for a good ol' fashioned "shred" with Jillian tomorrow!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

When the Moon Hits Your Eye

Last night Tom and I ate at Pi Pizzeria. Oh. My. Goodness. It was so yummy. Even the gluten free crust was amazing. I think I might even like it more than Fortel's. I was so proud of myself, however, that I only ate two (small) pieces. I stopped when I was full, which is a RARE occasion in my life.

And then I ate the rest of the pizza today for lunch.

Short lived victory.. I will run. I will run like the wind for 30 minutes so I can have more than 5 points to eat for the rest of the whole freaking day. Thank you weight watchers.

But first, I have to roll myself off of this couch.

No promises there.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Food Babies

Tonight, I got to teach Hannah. She's a skinny-jean wearing, headbanging, 70's mustang driving kinda girl. She's independant and super laid back. One of those timid quiet girls who, on occasion, will spout off the most hilarious stories I think I've ever heard.

As she was getting all of her music out for her lesson tonight, we were chatting as usual when all of a sudden she blurted out in a loud shaky voice...

"Miss Katie, are you pregnant?"


I will have you know that I've been training for a half marathon since November. I endure a Jillian Michaels workout twice a week. I joined Weight Watchers again. The last thing I would expect to hear from anyone is a comment about how I look pregnant! I know that I'm no skinny mini..but COME ON! Seriously??

Reeling from the shock of her blunt question, I glanced down at my belly, then back at her, mouth still gaping...

This question had just come out of the mouth of a high school senior who not only studies with me each week...but is also in two of my husband's bands at his high school. Just the thought of her thinking about such things was absolutely mortifying.

Finally, digging words out of my racing mind, I mustered a weak reply: 

" can't say that I am..."

"Oh," she said, "It was just something my Mom was talking about. She said it was some rumor going around."

Grrreat... Not only does she think I'm pregnant, but apparently so does her mom and a few of the other band parents...

"Well," I said, trying to ease the awkwardness I was fighting, "If by chance I have to babysit."

She let out a nervous chuckle.

So, we proceeded with our lesson...and I really did try to forget about the implications of her question...but I just can't help wondering. Am I really getting that pudgy around the middle? Or do gossipy band parents really have SO little to talk about that they have to make up rumors about the band director's wife being pregnant?

Not to say I'd be bummed if we were...but still..

It was just very strange.