Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Day 106

The day is spelled Tuesday, but it's been a day of twos for me! 

1. I went on two different runs! Since at least 2017, but probably 2016, my friend Ellen and I have been meaning to get together and go eat chicken nuggets because we both love chicken nuggets. A few months ago, we decided we would run/walk to McDonald's, eat our nuggets, and walk back, and we did that (though it was mostly a walk due to Ellen having a cold and me feeling like walking) today! What a delight. Unfortunately, I took no pictures, so I guess we'll have to go again soon. 

This evening, I did my regular Happy's thing with Sandra--6 miles today! We've started going to run the levee a little early because our training runs are longer than the regular 5K at Happy's, and that gets us back to Happy's before everyone else. In other words, no line for beer! Yet another delight.

2. I also had two different kinds of fast food meals with fried chicken and French fries today! I already shared that I had McDonald's nuggets for lunch, but what I have not shared is that Richard and I have started a new tradition (I think this was the fifth week) called Fried Chicken Tuesday. It's as simple as it sounds: on Tuesdays we have fried chicken for dinner. I pick it up on my way home from Happy's, and nobody has to cook or clean. We've done Chick-fil-A twice, and tonight we did Raising Cane's for the third time. I hope to eventually diversify our fried chicken options, but Chick-fil-A and Cane's are both on the way(ish) when I head home, so they're easy. 

3. I bought two kinds of milk at the grocery store. Last semester, I was all about Lucky Charms for a study snack, and I still like Lucky Charms, but since I've been in summer classes, I have shifted to making iced chai tea lattes using boxed chai tea mix and milk...so we're going through a lot of milk at our house right now. Well, I'm going through a lot of milk at our house. To go along with the regular 2% milk, I added some chocolate milk just because Richard and I both like it, and we deserve the treat.

Happy TWO-sday, y'all!

Something that made today great: Finally going on the nugget run with Ellen
Time I woke up: 8:45 am

Monday, June 10, 2019

Day 107

Whew, where does the time go? I said a few weeks ago that if I didn't get my act together, I'd still be finishing this set of 100 days when I started my summer classes.  Well, summer classes started last week, and I'm a week into the madness. When I start my blogs for the fall semester, I think I'm going to have to commit to blogging every day again...counting down from 300 to 201. 

I know I still owe a report on Possum's Revenge. I started drafting one the day after the race, and it's still sitting in my Blogger drafts. Oops. What was even more exciting than DNFing my race, however, was my best friend's wedding! The weekend before summer classes kicked off, we traveled to New York for Ariel's wedding festivities, and we had an amazing time celebrating my best friend and her husband all weekend long. I loved being part of their celebration and can't wait to see where their marriage takes them.

Other than school and running, I'm not doing a whole lot these days. I have a mini literature review due this weekend, so much of my time and energy is being devoted to that at the moment, but I'm looking forward to running tomorrow both at lunch and at Happy's Run Club.

I'll try to be more organized and interesting tomorrow.
Rooftop After Party!

My dreamiest husband
Something that made today great: I really like my survey research class, and we met today.
Time I woke up: 8:30 am

Friday, May 24, 2019

Day 108

The night before a race is always a little strange and surreal to me. When I sign up for any marathon or ultramarathon, but especially an ambitious or ridiculous one, it always seems to be this event that will take place in the future someday, and even though I’ve been training, the race itself tends to sneak up on me. For instance, I’ve known for weeks that I was going to make my first 69 mile attempt on May 25, but May 25 seemed like a magical date in a vague future. 

Now it’s tomorrow

I am excited for the race and am ready to give it my all on the trail tomorrow, but for some reason—even though I’m sleeping in my running outfit, and my pack is waiting at the foot of my air mattress—I am still not sure it’s set in that tomorrow is the big day.

I’ll have to be up way early in the morning, but I look forward to a positive race report on Sunday. It’s amazing to be able to do what I do and share these experiences with some truly wonderful people. 

Something that made today great: Road trip shenanigans and giggles with some great GOATS
Time I woke up: 6:00 am

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Day 109

I hate getting in trouble.

It's probably fair to say that most people don't like getting in trouble, but I really hate getting in trouble. I'm not really sure why I am the way that I am, but I grew up wanting to make sure I stayed out of trouble as much as possible. In fact, I still remember when I got a warning in third grade and bawled when I had to tell my mom about it.

The year was 1997. I was in Mrs. Raley's third-grade class, and I have no idea what the morning work was that day, but whatever it was, I blazed through it. It was probably something that I'd been practicing at home with my parents. Regardless, I decided to use my extra time to rearrange my Spacemaker pencil box. Elementary school gets hectic at times, and sometimes you don't have sufficient time to make sure your pencils are all facing the same direction before you throw your box into your desk and move on to the next subject, but on this day, I had extra time, so I started working on facing my colored pencils in the same direction and putting my erasers in the same corner of the box.

After I'd removed the contents of my box and started putting my colored pencils back in place, Mrs. Raley looked up and said, "Kimberly, put that away." I guess she wanted me to read a book or do a quieter activity while everyone finished their morning work, but I decided to make an effort to be extra quiet while organizing my pencils instead. 

It didn't work.

Mrs. Raley looked up a few moments later, saw that I had defied her, and called me up to her desk, asking that I bring my behavior sheet over to her. I can only imagine that my head drooped like Scooter's does when I fuss at her for getting into the trash can or eating something from the recycling bin, but I took the walk of shame and brought the sheet to her desk. Then, I returned to my desk to watch while she wrote down the details of my misdeeds that I would later share with my mom.

I had a direct view of Mrs. Raley's desk from my desk, and it was painful watching her write multiple sentences about how I had disrupted the class and been a bad example for my peers. I had other friends in my class who had gotten warnings on their behavior sheets, but they were usually things like "talking in class" or "out of seat without permission." I, on the other hand, was on the receiving end of multiple sentences. Maybe it was because I was not a regular recipient of a behavioral warning, but my parents were getting the full dish on how I was rearranging my box, the teacher asked me to stop, I didn't, and then I got a warning. I didn't think choosing to arrange my pencil box was such a bad choice, but I knew I was in the wrong for defying my teacher. Although I knew I was in the wrong, I couldn't help but feel ashamed and a little upset that I was in trouble. This happened more than 22 years ago, yet I still remember that day. I don't think about it often, but I thought about today. 

Specifically, I thought about it today because I got in trouble again. 

The great state of Louisiana has vehicle inspection stickers, and I'm not a fan. They can be purchased for one year or two years, and the inspection process isn't a big deal at all. In December 2016, I purchased a two-year sticker for $20 and moved on with my life. When December 2018 rolled around, I never made time to get a new sticker. This spring, I made three attempts to go get a sticker and failed at them all; two were my fault, and one was the shop's fault. I know I should've been more diligent about trying to get a new sticker, but I started to notice more and more people in my life who also had expired stickers. I caught a bit of joy whenever I found that other people had stickers that were more expired than mine.

"Ha! This person is more mature/a higher ranking professional than I am, and they don't have a current sticker either!"

 I didn't feel pressured to go get another sticker. On the contrary, I became a safer driver in other respects because my understanding was that if I wasn't stopped for speeding or another violation, I wouldn't get a ticket for my expired sticker either.

Well, it was all fun and games until today when I pulled off of Interstate 10 in Port Allen to head toward Highway 190. There was an officer waiting on the median, and he turned around shortly after I exited the ramp.

"He must be going to protect Louisiana's citizens in another area of Port Allen," I thought.


He turned on his lights and got right up behind me, so I pulled over immediately...like right on the side of the road where traffic was. After a few moments, he waved his hand to signal for me to pull over into the nearby McDonald's. I found a parking space between the McDonald's and an adult video store and waited to see which high profile criminal cruising around in a gold sedan the officer had mistaken me for.

"Do you realize you have a 2018 inspection sticker?"


He saw my yellow "18" instead of the red "19," blue "20," or whatever color 2021 happens to be. So, we went through the whole song and dance, including showing my license and registration and receiving a reminder from the officer not to lose my existing ticket in case I get pulled over for the same thing again. If it does happen again, I can show the kind officer that I have until July 10 to get my booty to the inspection station and align myself with the other law-abiding citizens of Sportsman's Paradise.

At the ripe old age of 30, I will say that I didn't feel much different when I received a ticket for an expired inspection sticker than I did when I was 8 years old and got in trouble with Mrs. Raley for rearranging my pencil box. Of all of the things to get in trouble for in life, these are two minor charges, but I certainly feel ashamed of myself. It's so easy to not have an expired inspection sticker, yet I have fallen short for months. I have been taught so much better than this and should behave in a way that shows I was "raised right."

Also, if you've heard that expired inspection stickers are a secondary offense in Louisiana, so you won't get a ticket for only having an expired sticker, let me be the first to say that you've been lied to, and the fine law enforcement officers in Port Allen will be pleased to serve you a ticket for $155.50 if you roll through when someone's looking. If your sticker expired in 2019, you're probably okay until at least January 2020, though.

Something that made today great: Leisurely drink and dinner date with my Work Wife at We Olive!
Time I woke up: 9:30 am

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Day 110

My last blog post was a week ago. Did anyone miss me? Ha. (But I hope someone did.)

I've had quite the busy week since my last post. I left Thursday for Ariel's bachelorette party in Edisto Beach, SC. In order to be in Charleston on Friday morning, I had to fly in Thursday, but it actually worked out pretty well because I was able to have a surprise reunion with my Biffle, Steve, in Charleston on Thursday night. After mostly chatting on the phone for the past year, it was great to see him in person and do some catching up. I was also able to do a little reading while I had some downtime on Thursday.

The bachelorette festivities began on Friday and didn't stop until late Sunday afternoon, and it was such an amazing weekend! Everyone seemed to have a great time, and we all ate and drank very well. There was singing, dancing, swimming, and enjoying the sun, which are all some of Ariel's favorite things, so that was appropriate for the occasion. I came home a little tired but mostly really happy because I had such a good time. 

This week, I've mostly been working and trying to wrap things up at my assistantship, as I won't be working this summer. I have an ambitious course load for the summer, so I won't be at home twiddling my thumbs during the hot summer months.

Other than that, I'm also making time for running. I'm still going to Happy's Run Club on Tuesdays, and Sandra is helping me stick to a training plan. I'm taking a bit of a detour from the training plan this weekend and going to Graford, TX for the Possum's Revenge 69 Mile Run, and that will be my longest run ever. There will be plenty of sun, heat, and humidity, but most of all, we're going to have a darn good time. So there. Lord willing and the creek don't rise, I'll be rolling back into Baton Rouge with a pretty swanky new belt buckle at the end of the weekend.

So, that's a super quick catch up on what I've been up to for a week. I probably won't post Saturday, but I'm going to try to otherwise return to the daily routine so I can take a break and brainstorm some interesting content for days 300-201 starting in August or so. (I'll also post occasionally over the summer.)

Post-run today! 5 miles around the LSU lakes.

Something that made today great: I watched some pretty entertaining videos on YouTube today.
Time I woke up: 8:35 am

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Day 111

I was feeling uninspired last night and opted not to make another post about how Tuesday was average, Run Club was fun, and I'm tired. Today, however, I feel more inspired.

People who know me or who have kept up with my blog since the late summer know that Richard's mom passed away at the end of August, and it has been a major adjustment for our family in many ways. The winter holidays were different, and we felt her absence for sure, but May has brought new challenges with Mother's Day and Kathy's birthday all in one week. It seems like she's been on my mind more and more lately.

Since my dad passed away in 2011, I have always tried to do something to remember him by on special days. His birthday was December 26, the day after Christmas, and I've celebrated that in death about as much as I did in life. (Hint: it wasn't often that we had much celebration during his life.) One year I did go watch his alma mater, NCSU, play in the Independence Bowl in Shreveport, and that was fun. Mostly, however, I celebrate my dad on the anniversary of his passing (February 10) and on Father's Day. I was out of town on Mother's Day, and Richard had to work, so I suggested that we do something special--something #kathytastic--today to celebrate her.

Today was Kathy's birthday, and we celebrated her by having a meal of some of her favorite things: rare steak, salad, red wine, and bread on the table (like in France). I admire others' abilities to create beautiful table arrangements because that's a skill I lack, and I couldn't care less about owning and managing cloth napkins. Maybe I'll grow out of that one day, but then again, maybe not.  We also didn't have separate plates for the salad and bread, so the salad and the Brussels sprouts ended up touching each other, and we had to wait to make space on our plates for the bread. All in all, however, it was a delicious meal and a happy celebration of one of our favorite people, and I'm looking forward to continuing this so it becomes a tradition for us.

Dinner! I love our WWI propaganda poster about saving sugar.

Something that made today great: Running 6 miles after work
Time I woke up: 7:40 am

Monday, May 13, 2019

Day 112

I’m back in Louisiana, at least for a few days. May is madness! Fortunately, the drive was smooth sailing and completely rain free. This was a welcome change from my trip on Thursday, though my windshield was much cleaner after driving in the rain than it was today. 

Although I had a good 6+ mile run with Sandra today, an even better moment today was seeing Scooter! I let her out, and she pranced in the sun and rolled in the grass. She’s the best dog I’ve ever had. She let me pet her on the couch, which doesn’t happen often. I think she likes me better when Richard isn’t home. Whenever he’s home, he is her preferred friend. I guess I don’t blame her, especially since he is more generous with the treats. 

I have a lot to squeeze in before I leave town again, but at least I don’t have school work due this week. I look forward to having something more interesting to say tomorrow. 

Something that made today great: A date with Richard and Scooter to Frankie’s Dawg House
Time I woke up: 7:18 am