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Weekend Recap

I love weekends. So much chillin’. A little extra sleeping. Time to run. One of my new favourite things – yoga. Family time. It’s the perfect thing to happen between weekdays. Aaaah! Weekends!

On Saturday, I did (what is now) the usual run and yoga. I left a bit later than usual, so I did a 10 minute run instead of the usual 15 or 20 minutes. I checked my pace about halfway in, and was rather surprised. It was somewhere around 8’30”. That’s pretty fast for me. Anyway, I kept going. At the end, Tiger Woods’ voice told me that I clocked my fastest mile. WHAT?! I did WHAT?! I just did that two weeks go. I’m FASTER?! AGAIN?! I went to the history section of my Nike Fitness on my iPod and, sure enough, I’d run a 7’17” mile! This is HUGE. Just two weeks before, I ran 15 minutes without stopping for the first time. I was used to running 3″ and walking 1″. All of a sudden, I could just keep going. I am SUPER PUMPED and pleased with myself. Even though I’m not running as much as I should, I’m making progress. I feel encouraged to do more. I’m definitely going to toss all my running clothes in the car tomorrow (so I don’t have to keep doing it every day), and stop for my run on the way home. I think I should be able to do 15 minutes for the next or so, and see when I can increase to 20 minutes. Today, I shall treat myself to a giant slice of chocolate cake. 🙂

Yoga class went really well. I felt the right amount of challenge, and the right amount of ease and relaxation. I think I may actually be gaining a lot from it. Muscle strength, self/body-awareness, relaxation… I love it. My mum told me on Friday that she’d be there, no matter what time she had to work. I’m not sure how well it worked out for her because she’s very conscientious about work and getting there on time. I think she spent a lot of time wondering what time it was, and she left before we finished the final relaxation. Hopefully, she get Saturdays off. I think I’ll call her scheduling manager and talk to her about it. I know her well, and she’s one of the sweetest people ever.

After yoga, I went to pick up my 4 year old cousin, Ryan. He’s HILARIOUS. He lives on another island with his mother, but she came for a funeral. His dad went to the funeral too, so I became the babysitter. Here are a few funny moments:

  • Randomly, in the car, he said, “Aliciaaaaa.” I said, “Yeah?” He said, “Your shoes are silly!” I had to laugh. He was talking about my Vibrams. I guess they look kinda weird. Hahaha. I didn’t know he noticed them, but didn’t comment. He must’ve known what I was thinking, because he said, “I saw them when you picked me up.” Hahahaha.
  • We passed a big parking lot where about 50 males were in line, standing at attention. They were wearing camouflage pants and black shirts. I figured they were in training to join the Defense Force (our version of marines/military). I said, “Look, Ryan! All those men are lined up. They must be practicing for something.” Ryan: “They practicing for the national anthem.” Me: “You think so?” Ryan: “Yeah. That’s how ya do it!”
  • Out of nowhere, he said, “Ma is not in charge. My daddy and me in charge.” I laughed a little. Ma is my 92 year old great-grandmother, and she is very much in charge. Of EVERYthing. She runs the show. Me: “Who told you that?” Ryan: No one. Ma is OLD. She can’t do NUTTIN.” Ahahahaha. I was glad to be on a red light, because it took me a while to stop laughing and focus on the road. Ma can do EVERYthing. She cooks, drives, cleans, travels… Hell. She just stopped working a little over a year ago! When I told his dad what he said, the response was, “Yeah, he just got here. He has no idea.” Hahahaha.
  • When I asked him what he wanted for lunch, he said, “Crabby patty, no cheese.” I asked where we get it from, and he had no answer. I asked him if Spongebob and Mr. Crab have them. He said, “Yes, but not in the BAHAMASSSSS!” Silly me.
  • He told me that he doesn’t like juice. I asked him what he likes to drink. “Root beer. It’s a soda.” Well, Ryan, thanks for clearing that up. I was worried.

On Sunday, I went to the FamJam, as usual. My good friend Vanessa was in the area, and stopped by for a minute to collect some cash. We are working on a secret project that I won’t be able to reveal to you until the upcoming weekend has passed. It’s our (Babe+me, not Vanessa… Lol) one-year anniverary weekennnnnd! 🙂 Ryan entertained me while we waited for everyone else to arrive and have lunch. The child is HILARIOUS. I don’t know how else to describe him.

What are your highlights from the weekend? Do you have any super-funny children in your life? Any one-liners you’d like to share?

Weekend Wrap-Up

Whassup, whassuuuuup?

So, I started a new blog to keep record of my new life, being a runner and all. Wait. I’m not a runner. Not yet. If anything, I’m a walk-runner. I’m working on it though. I’m getting there. If you’re a runner, or you want to be, or you’re just starting out, or you’re into fitness, or you’d like to read about my randomness including training for the 5k, nutrition, and cross-training, hop on over to Cake Walks & Ice Cream Runs. That’s where I keep that info. I’m just starting, with the blog and the running, so you get to see the entire journey. Seriously, you should check it out. And follow.

Let’s see… What can I share with you today? My weekend was pretty normal. I was supposed to run on Saturday after work. I ended up only snacking all day, and not having lunch, and I did a terrible job with my water. It wasn’t a good idea to run, so I didn’t. I decided to go on Sunday morning instead. It wasn’t good. My Nike+ sensor was loose in my Bikila Vibrams, so it slid around, and was a general annoyance to my foot. SO uncomfortable. And what did I get for my discomfort? Stupid stats. Half the time, the sensor was sideways in my shoe, so it wasn’t picking up all of my steps. Results: Bad, bad, bad stats. Near zero accuracy, I’d say. At the end, it said I did something like 15.xx minutes per mile. FOOLISHNESS! My first training run was 11.54 minutes per mile. I know I went slower, and had to push a lot harder due to the diaper I had to wear my condition, but it couldn’t be that much worse. Seriously. So, yeah. I felt it. It was hard. My left foot hurt from the sensor. AND the stats were crappy and probably definitely not accurate. I wasn’t happy. But I did not cry. Estrogen did not win that one. No, ma’am.

Around 1pm, my brother picked me up, as usual, for FamJam. Ma did steaks. PERFECT. I’m no big fan of red meat, but it’s just what I needed. My iron level needed a boost. I’m already anaemic, I ran that morning, and had been losing iron for days. YAY, STEAK! FamJam was cool. On the way back home, some idiot was in front of us. My brother wasn’t impressed.

He said, “Sissy f#<k!ng faggot dip weep jerk!” <<< BAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH!

I fought to keep from laughing. When I knew he was calm, I said, “Hey… What’s a dip weep?”

He said, “I don’t even know. I don’t know where that came from. Sounded cool. Maybe I heard someone say that before.”

We both laughed. It was pretty funny. I thought about it for a while, then I just had to point it out.

“You know that being a sissy-f#<k!ng faggot is pretty consistent, right? Like… It makes sense. That’s… I mean… You know…”

He laughed. He knew I had him. I thought it was great.

On Monday, Babe had things to do. Appointments and such. She asked me if I wanted to tag along. I was down. We left home around noon and we finished up everything by 3pm. We took a walk to the electricity corporation to pay our bill. [insert scary music of dungeons and doom and death here] We were both pretty nervous because it’s our first bill (which never came in the mail), we had no idea what to expect, and we’re tight on cash right now. She went and stood in line while I went to get our account information and bill amount. She looked terrified as I walked over with the little card. It was hilarious. We were preparing for something in the area of $100-$200. The bill was $26.22! Twenty six dollars and twenty two cents! We ended up laughing. Nearly bent-over. On the line. Laughing. As people in front of us and behind us were mad as hell, mean-mugging as they wait to pay their probably-over-$200 bills. We couldn’t help it.

Babe: “You get this one. I’ll buy lunch.”

Me: “DEAL!”

Fun stuff. I’m still grinning, just thinking about it.

From there, we went to the meat mart. We were really just waiting for the bus, but I saw a sign in the window saying 6-packs (of Coca-Cola) for $2.99. That is a DEAL around here. We decided to go for it. Of course, we ended up shopping. I mean, HEY! It’s a meat mart. We got some meat. And bread. And relish. (I have no idea how we’ve been eating hot dogs all this time without relish.) And shrimp! I haven’t made shrimp pasta in forever. Anyway, we were laden down with bags as we waited for the bus. FINALLY, a bus came. We got about 10 yards before we got hit by another bus. *sighs*

If you read my post on the buses in Nassau, you know that it’s terrible. There is no regulation, really. There are no schedules. Anyone can buy a bus, pick a route, and drive along it whenever they want. This means that there could be 3 buses on the same route on the same street at any time. Of course, the bus that’s in front will pick up the most passengers. For that reason, buses are constantly overtaking one another. AGGRESSIVELY. Dangerously. They always need to be in front. They have to make the most money. It’s disgusting, really. That’s what happened here. The bus behind us sped up and switched lanes (on a two-lane one-way road) to overtake the bus we were on. The bus we were on saw it happening, and moved to the middle of the road to stop the second bus from getting ahead. Annnnnd SWIIIIIIIIIIIPE. We all had to get off of the bus and get on a third bus that came along 2 minutes later. See how bad the system is?! It’s ridiculous. One minute, you can have a choice of 5 buses, and 10 minutes later, you could be stuck waiting for 40 minutes for another 7 buses to come along. It’s horrible. Luckily for us, we move at popular hours. When people need to get to and from work. So buses are plentiful.

Here’s how it looked as we drove away in the third bus (which was far more comfortable and air conditioned:

Pathetic. Traffic was blocked. The buses couldn’t move. By law, they had to stay there until the traffic police got to the scene to evaluate. The people behind them were pissssssed. We, however, were on our way home!

When we got home, we had homemade spaghetti with garlic bread. Babe went straight to work in the kitchen. It was good. We meant to go for a bike ride, but I ended up falling asleep while Babe finished reading Lullabies For Little Criminals (a great book – one of my faves).

Random fact about me: I am a terrible napper. I am either awake or asleep. Once I get to sleep, that is IT. For a whiiiiile.

I never got back up (in daylight) to ride. We just showered, and settled in. We watched The Killing Room (fricking CRAZY movie!) and had popcorn and hot chocolate. We had a good day, and a nice little evening. I love that the little things in life are so enjoyable. Especially with special people. [insert hearts, butterflies, cups of tea, and cupcakes here]

How was your weekend? What made you laugh in the last two days? Most importantly, will you follow my new blog?