Aches & Pains

So, the store where I bought my shoes has a 10-day "satisfaction guarantee." Not that I could get my money back, but if these shoes weren't The Ones, I could exchange them for store credit or try something else.

Do you think that still applies if my shoes have giant blood stains in the heels?

Still, I don't think I'll need to exchange them. I like them quite a lot. Even if I do have giant blisters on the backs of my ankles. I found a "running buddy," and we've been going every morning (all two of them) and running/walking around the neighborhood for just about 30 minutes. And, FYI, running outside is FREAKING HARD. SO much harder than the treadmill. It makes me wonder if it's worth it. But if I can get used to it, I think it will be more fun. And it's REALLY nice running with somebody as opposed to by myself, because when I'm not gasping for air, it's nice to be able to have a conversation.

Oh, and by the way, nice expensive running shoes do NOT make it any easier to breathe when I'm "running." Which is really more like jogging, or shuffling, even more so than when I'm on a treadmill. I'm not sure why even these extremely slow speeds are so much harder outside.

Also, I was at the gym doing lunges for the first time in a LONG time on Tuesday, and my legs STILL hurt. All day yesterday I was groaning and falling off the couch when I tried to get up. And limping everywhere. Not fun. But on the bright side, my muscles are so sore and tense, it makes my butt feel tight and sexy.

Because I'm sure everyone wanted to know that.

Shoes...... again

Ok, time's up. I HAVE to have new running shoes. I just tried going to the gym, and the bottoms of my feet feel like they've been pounded mercilessly (which, i guess they have), and even the tops of my feet/ankles and bottoms of my shins hurt when i walk. Or don't walk. They just hurt. Not quite shin splints, but it makes me want to flex and extend repeatedly to stretch out the area. On the bright side, I did better this time than I have recently. I may be slowly getting back into shape.

In any case, it's time to give in and get new shoes, or I might hurt myself. (And I'm sorry Julianne, but I'm gonna have to go the cheap route. I have NO money to be spending on this fledgling hobby of mine that may or may not be given up after I lose my gym membership, but I do have several gift cards to Kohl's. And any running shoe has to better than my old walking shoes, right? They're the same brands... just the cheaper end.... I'm sorry. DON'T JUDGE ME!)

Any opinions on New Balance running shoes? Or should I just stick with Nike/Asics? ... any runners out there besides my cousin?

I just realized this may be a very boring read for most people out there.

So, in other news (if anyone is still reading...) I feel very pudgy lately. And I'm trying to whip myself back into some semblance of shape before I have to appear before extended family in a bathing suit at Lake Tahoe. In 3 weeks. Yikes. It's not THAT bad, though. If I stop mindlessly eating twizzlers and m&m's all day and start going to the gym regularly, it shouldn't take too long for me to be OK with my shape again.

So, that's my goal.

She types as she sits on the couch eating chocolate funfetti birthday cake and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

This is going well so far.

No Sleep For Me

It's 5 AM, and I haven't slept at all. This could be due to the 5 hour nap I took in the middle of the day, or maybe the large amounts of chocolate, sugar, and caffeine I have recently consumed. Either way, I'm not even tired, so you get to listen to me ramble, because Brit's asleep and I have nothing better to do.

I signed up for an extra shift tonight, but I got put on call. I expected it. They put about 3-4 nurses on call per night, and extras go first. Because they don't want to give me extra money. Cheapos. Sad, because it wouldn't be extra money, since I don't plan on working Friday night. Which means I'll have negative money. (Not really... but I WILL have to use PTO, and that makes me a very sad panda.)

I watched American Idol tonight, and Adam totally makes me swoon. I can't express how much I big puffy heart him. Brit would be jealous, but I think he has a little crush on Adam, too.

I've been TERRIBLE about exercising lately, as in maybe once a week since I got back from Colorado, but it's so much less stressful to not care. And I'm starting to want to go to the gym again. I need to take advantage of that while it lasts!

We went looking at houses (townhouses, really) on Monday, and found two that we LOVE in Lehi. We're probably going to put an offer on one. Not the one I loved most, but the one I loved most is based on aesthetic value, and that doesn't really matter in the long run. If we get this one we like, I'll need major input from people more stylish than me on decorating and painting. I fail at that, but I do NOT want pure white walls with bland carpet and pale kitchen flooring. BLAH.

I feel like I'm running out of friends, very quickly. The only couple we ever hang out with anymore is moving way up north, an hour and a half away, and we're talking about moving into a whole new city. And I fail at making and keeping friends. It's a scary thought.

I am in DESPERATE need of a new book to read. Sadly, I started the first book in a trilogy, and can't find the second one ANYWHERE without buying it, and I am a cheapskate. The library has it, but apparently all of Utah county wants to read the same books as me at the same time, because all copies are out and about 10 people are in the reserve line ahead of me. It's a conspiracy, I tell you.

A nurse brought roasted garlic hummus to work the other night, and I totally fell in love. Now I need to find it, and I will be guaranteed to get in all my veggie servings every day. SO GOOD.

Speaking of work, I had a very interesting and exasperating weekend. No particular night was altogether overwhelming, but every single night something fell apart right at 6 AM when I should have been getting ready to give report to the next shift. Saturday morning, someone coded and died (not a patient, but still, it was intense). Sunday morning, I had an admit at about 5:30 AM, and was JUST ABOUT caught up, when I realized all her antibiotic doses were off and I had to track down the doctor to get them verified. I started charting her admission at 7:15. My shift ends at 7. Monday morning, I had another last-minute admit, medications to give to all of my patients at about 4 AM, and a billion meds to start and reschedule for the new kid. I managed to get everything charted by 7, but was still scrambling to get everything organized as I was giving report. And I'm the type who likes to have everything charted, printed, and lined up in a neat little row by 6:15 waiting for the next shift.

I love my life. I don't really see how it could get any better right now. Unless we had infinite monies. That would be nice...