Okay. Enough with the hot.
Bring on the Fall.
Yes?
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Well … that was fun. π
I just finished the 2012 Girls Just Wanna Run 5K – or in my case, Girls Just Wanna Walk 5K. That’s right, I’m a walker, and I’m not afraid to admit that.
I can’t run. Well, I CAN, I just choose not to because it tears the crap out of my knees (we all agree it sucks to get older, right? Right), so I speed walk. I’m not an attractive walker – when I walk, I mean BUSINESS, YA’LL. I pump my arms and I’m huffing and puffing trying to out walk my fellow 5Kers … and I get the job done. I had my iPod today playing some pretty awesome Electronica music (Kevin HATES Electronica-style music, but it’s the perfect beat to walk to when you’re speed walking – try it sometime), and I was a walking machine.
Even though my back was KILLING ME today. How ironic is it that I have back problems and work for back doctors? (And I didn’t just say that and if you read this, I command you to forget that … please?) Yep. I have back problems. And it’s likely due to the fact that my spine has a little curvature to it (so does Dude’s – in fact, his spine might be even more curvy than mine) AND when I was working for Wendy’s, decades ago, I was on a ladder, trying to change the marquee out in front of the building and I’m stupid and stood on the very top of the ladder, which made it topple over and I landed on top of the ladder when I fell and bruised my kidneys and had to go to the hospital to have SEVEN enemas to flush my kidneys out in order to inject dye so they could see what sort of damage I did to myself, (*takes a breath*) and yeah, I’ve had back problems ever since but haven’t gone to a doctor about it because one time, way back when I was going to college, my back gave out entirely and I went to the ER and they did an MRI but couldn’t see anything worth getting excited about (*takes a breath*) and treated me like I was stupid for coming in and sent me home with muscle relaxers which did NOTHING and I suffered through it until it finally healed so I WILL NOT go back to the doctor unless I break my back or something equally dramatic.
How’s that for summarizing about twenty years of my life? You’re welcome.
Anyway. My back flares up once in a while, I really don’t know what triggers it, but I just suffer ignore it and, well, life goes on, right? Like today – I ignored it and walked the 5K anyway because I’m super stubborn like that and I WILL NOT succumb to stuff like this because life’s too short to moan and groan through.
Can I get an amen??
I was hoping Kevin would come and take pictures. I was going to take pictures, but then I would have had to walk 3.5 miles holding my camera and that would have sucked, though I could have used the nifty backpack they handed out, but that would have flopped when I walked and drove me crazy, so no, I didn’t take pictures and Kevin didn’t come because when you do these 5K’s, they start too freaking early in the morning and it’s hard to get up on a Saturday and I couldn’t blame the man so … no pictures. But hopefully, I can talk Kevin into coming to the next one so he can take pictures even though I will likely blur my face because you guys are awesome and I wouldn’t want to expose you to the ugly that is my face without makeup on … or with makeup on, I suppose it doesn’t make a difference when you think about it.
(*takes a breath*)
I think my adrenaline is still flowing.
I was hoping not to see anyone I work with because I literally fell out of bed, ran a comb through my hair and went to the 5K, so I looked pretty rough. But of course, I saw EVERYONE that I work with and now they know what a hideous creature I turn into on the weekends. Swell.
This was my second 5K. I am really digging these 5K’s, because I walk three plus miles whenever I’m in my exercise kick and it’s really fun to participate in something SO BIG and, of course, for a worthy cause. I really like 5K’s when we get to the point where it starts to thin out and people don’t have to navigate slower traffic anymore and suddenly, you’re walking with a bunch of strangers who ignore you and it’s fun to be encouraged along the route by volunteers who stand at various points en route to clap and encourage you to keep going.
I also get really embarrassed when they do that, too. I must look like I’m struggling to finish judging by their reactions whenever I walk by … LOL. And then there is the momentary flash of embarrassment whenever you get close to the finish line and several people are lined up, cheering you on and generally bringing attention to you – not to mention when they yell, “Congratulations Karen M_____, you made it!” whenever you cross the carpets that not only clock your time, but identify you from the chip you have fastened to your shoe.
I thought I had gotten off scott free whenever I crossed the finish line and hadn’t seen anyone I knew … until I walked a little further into the chaos to find some water and there they were – the girls I work with. UGH. They tried to hide their shock when they recognized the freak that was in front of them was the person they work with every day.
I almost laughed out loud, but I refrained and concentrated instead on trying to hide my horror and frustration that I wasn’t able to mingle in with about 1,000 other women.
Just my luck.
I should have stuck around. They had a Zumba demonstration and I would have liked to have seen that, but my back was killing me and I had about all the exercise I could stomach for one day.
I was home by 9:00 a.m
Which is another reason why I really like these 5K’s – I still have the entire day ahead of me.
That is, after I’ve come home and collapsed onto the bed to take a 30-minute nap.
Because I’m old. And that sort of stuff sucks the energy right out of an old person such as myself.
Hush.
I’m HOME!! I left work at 1:00 p.m. today (we didn’t have any doctors and I have everything “pretty” much caught up) and OMG … it feels so good to take an afternoon off!
This does not happen very often, but I’m going to try and make it happen at least once a month, if possible, because it does wonders for the morale!!
I came home to find both boys looking rough and beds unmade. I hate that I’m not around to whip their butts into gear, but oh well, they’ll have to learn they can’t sit around and be lazy all day soon enough. I’m taking Jazz out to buy some clothes. I haven’t bought the boys clothes in, oh gosh, over two years? And I know Jazz is only down to one pair of jeans that fit him now and I think he rotates about three t-shirts now – everything else is too small.
I told Dude a long time ago if he needed new clothes, he would have to get a job and pay for them himself. Of course, knowing Dude, he couldn’t care less and will likely wear his clothes until they literally disintegrate on his body.
I need to buy more body lotion (I LOVE shopping for body lotion) and pick up my 5K packet today, too – the Girls Just Wanna Run 5K is tomorrow morning, so I GUESS it’s not “technically” a day off since I’m running errands, but STILL ….
I’M SO HAPPY TO BE OFF WORK!! I know that sounds so silly, and taking off four hours early is not that big of a deal, and yet, it FEELS like a big deal and … FREEDOM!!
I have a lot of website work ahead of me this weekend so I feel like I’m playing hooky by taking off early.
Yep. I’m going to have to do this more often.
… or walk in my case because I don’t want to have knee surgery when I’m in my 50’s … or in other words, in a few years!!!

Yep. I’m doing another 5K next Saturday. It’s for women only (do they have a men’s only walk/run? Why not? Fair is fair).
I haven’t told anyone at work I’m doing this 5K. I don’t want to have walk with anyone. I just want to listen to my music and walk/jog at my own pace.
I know. I’m so anti-social it’s not even funny.
ADDED: Sorry. I guess I should give ya’ll the link if you’re in the Springfield MO area and want to participate … CLICK HERE if you want to run, yo. Just don’t look for me. (*kidding!*)

And he wonders why he’s tired all the time??
But I can’t tell him anything, because I’m stupid and MOM and don’t know a damn thing.
I guess he’ll have to figure this sleep thing out on his own.
(To be fair, I used to do the SAME THING when I was his age. It wasn’t until I married an early bird and would have fights over the fact that I slept in until 10:00 a.m. and then I had kids and was FORCED to get up early to take care of them that I finally broke the cycle).
Jazz drove to band practice, by himself, for the first time last night.
FOR. THE. FIRST. TIME.
I hate the first time solo driving. H.A.T.E. I.T
I’m a nervous wreck. My imagination goes crazy and until my boys text me to tell me they arrived safe and alive, I’m pretty sure I forget to breathe in that time period.
When Jazz arrived, he sent me this text:
“Had a nice relaxing drive over here.”
haha! I smiled. I chuckled. I savored my proud mom moment … and then I got to thinking, Wait. Was that really code for – I nearly got T-boned three times on the way over here??
See? My imagination is really a curse.
At 9:00 p.m. – I started watching the clock. It was time for him to come home and I was praying that we had practiced enough night driving for him to know how to handle it on his own. I started cursing myself for not taking him out night driving more often.
I was watching “Fringe”, (freaky series, by the way), when I heard the garage door open. (Kevin has been driving his car, instead of his truck, to save on gas, and he’s been parking in the garage. When Jazz starts driving to school this fall, he’ll park his car outside next to Dude).
I smiled. My chest swelled and I went out to meet him.
He was home safe and sound – I could begin breathing again.
Jazz got out of the car, smiling from ear-to-ear. He LOVED it. I knew he would. He’s like me in a lot of ways and I KNEW the moment he got a taste of freedom … it was all over. We have crossed that childhood/man threshold. One part of me is sad, two parts of me is ecstatic.
He said he got a lot of attention from his band members when they found out he drove himself to practice.
I said, “of course you got a lot of attention. I’m betting there were quite a few girls” (actually, two specifically come to mind because I’m pretty sure they have a crush on him) who immediately thought, “‘Oh COOL. Jazz is driving, which means he has a car, which means we can go out on a DATE!'”
He blushed, ducked his head and began to chuckle.
I knew by his reaction I had hit the nail on the head.
Now I’m a bit worried about his senior year .. haha!
I came home from work yesterday and Dude was gone.
My first reaction is to always freak out because Dude? NEVER goes anywhere unless he has somewhere to go. I knew class had been over for hours and curiously, his car was still parked in the driveway.
When I asked Jazz where he had gone, some friends had come by and picked him up.
Dude doesn’t have a lot of friends; Dude has a few GOOD friends.
His friends dropped him off while we were sitting at the dinner table.
We asked him some questions and Dude answered them – he never elaborates, so we have to ask him creative questions in order for us to find out anything.
He had hung out with his friends and had a good time.
Swell.
And then, just in casual conversation and in passing, Dude says something about going to a Japanese-style restaurant for lunch.
I don’t know why this shocked me, but it did.
Did he have money?? Was my first thought and yes, he had some money on him (his own money) and he paid for his own meal.
I was so proud of him. I know it’s silly, it’s lunch out, but it was with his friends and it was totally planned by him. I had absolutely nothing to do with it – I didn’t even know about any of this until after the fact.
And this is how it should be. I’m just proud because … he’s becoming his own person. He’s slowly coming out of his shell and exploring the world on his own.
It’s sort of exciting, to be honest.
I had a Gyno appointment yesterday. My doctor wanted to check on my periods. Remember when I said I haven’t had a period in a while (it’s been three months now). Well. The doctor doesn’t just want to come right out and tell me I’m in menopause, so he drew some blood and is going to run some tests to see what’s going on. He also gave me a prescription for something that is supposed to try and MAKE my body shed the lining of my girl parts – just to see if there’s anything still there, or if it’s clogged up or something.
Then he talked to me about taking hormones.
Now ya’ll KNOW how I feel about the flu vaccine (seriously, just search flu vaccine – there are a ton of entries), so you can guess how I feel about taking hormones. But I told the doctor I would do some research and get back to him.
So the verdict? I still don’t know if I’m peri-menopausal or not, but I’m guessing I’m definitely knocking on that specific aging door.