A delicious problem

Happy Monday!

I actually did things today!

My laundry hamper smelled like campfire from the party this weekend, so some laundry was in order.

I multi-tasked and started it when I hit the basement for my run. And then I forgot all about it. It's still down there - but at least it made it to the dryer!

Knocked out 5 miles on the treadmill and another episode of Gilmore Girls. I don't care how many times I have seen every episode - I love that show!

I spent some time whining about going to the dentist and then had to wait over an hour (and an hour past my appointment time) before they called me back. On the bright side, the dentist complimented my teeth and said I obviously floss regularly.

I win! Also, I don't have to go back for 6 months, so that feels like winning too.

I stopped at the store on the way home to buy things for dinner. Naturally that also meant buying ALL the seasonal flavors of ice cream that caught my eye. I have a problem.

A delicious, delicious problem.

And I worked myself up to making a big scary possibly life changing phone call, and had to leave a voice mail. Boo.

Buddy has been practicing his sad face. Pathetic, no?

Unrelated, but has anyone tried PiYo? It looks interesting, I might have to check it out.

I can't feel my face

The other day on a whim I signed up for Kara Goucher's Marathon Challenge on Strava. The idea is to run 26.2 miles between today (10/30) and Sunday (11/2) in honor of the NYC marathon this weekend.

Since I have no training plan right now, I figured I shouldn't turn down a chance for some extra motivation.

Then I was really disappointed to learn that treadmill miles don't count.

Then I was happy that the challenge made me go outside, because it was a beautiful day, and we probably don't have too many more of those in the near future.

I roamed the Rockefeller Preserve for 6.5 miles and tried not to die on the rocks that were hidden by leaves. A lot of my favorite trails are side trails that aren't maintained as well as the carriage trails (because the Rockefellers still have horse-drawn carriages that they try to run us peasants over with), so they were a little tricky. The leaves covered rocks and sticks and made things a bit slippery. They also made it feel like I was doing high-knees.

I tried to stick to the main trails after a while, high knees are exhausting.

Then I was off to deal with the dentist and get my floss-damaged tooth fixed. Fortunately, it was small enough that they just had to do a filling and not a crown. As an added bonus, the rest of my x-rays looked good. They did force me to make an appointment to go back for a cleaning though. I hear that's good for you.

This is what happened when I tried to smile when I got back to my car.

I still can't feel my face.