Holy mother-lovin' buckets. I haven't posted in three weeks! It doesn't seem like that long, but it is and I seriously apologize. Thank you to those of you who reminded me I need to write something, even if it's crap. I'm not being sarcastic either - I've got a million and one blog ideas floating around the great abyss known as Jen's-Amazonian-Brain. For serious. I do. I just need to find some time to get it from brain to keyboard to computer screen and finally to the great blog-o-sphere. Suggestions on how to do this? I mean, I'm not even a parent and I don't have time. Gah.
Anyhow, this one is about numbers and math. I severely dislike both. Never been good at either. Aside from the three weeks of neglect, take for example, that tomorrow in our Longhorn City at 9 AM we are supposed to be at 28-degrees Fahrenheit. However, yes that's a HUGE however, with the wind chill, it's going to feel like 17-degrees Fahrenheit. Right now, I hear it's 2-degrees in Chicago. So, no, I should not be complaining, but I still don't have to like it. Tomorrow night is supposed to be record setting. Of course, in the wrong direction - low 20's. . . I can't even think about it without my brain hurting. Wait. . . I think something burst. . . erm. . . froze. . . anyone know a doctor?
And to continue on my rant on horrible, irresponsible numbers, let's just say I've been running my arse off for the past few months. Some of you may know this and some of you may not, but suffice it to say that while I've been run-eng and run-eng I noticed a slight change in being a lot less curvaceous. Hurrah! Finally. Right? Right! Wrong! NOT ON THE SCALE I DON'T. I weigh exactly the same as I did when I started this marathon training adventure. So, so, so not fair. It's been almost 3-months. My minimum run is 5-miles and my long run is up to 12-miles. I run 4-5 times a week and throw in a low-impact cardio for good measure once per week. I also watch what I eat. For real. So, when does that atrocious, ugly, corrupt, villainous, malevolent, hateful, unpleasant, wicked, and heinously evil Beelzebub device formally known as the "scale" start recognizing my hard work?
See? I don't like numbers. Never did. Never will.