She is going to kick my ass

Today is the day.  Today is my first training session with a kick-your-ass-she-might-as-well-be-named-Jillian-Michaels trainer at our local gym.  No seriously, she has to be a distance twin of Ms. Jillian.  I have seen her work, seen her push her clients, and have taken her boot camp class.  And she Kicks Ass.  Kicks your ass.  Kicks my ass.  Kicks everyone's ass. 
But this is what I wanted.  This is what I asked for. After the Marathon, I needed a new challenge to kick my ass.  I may be able to run for hours, but when it comes to the gym, I often wonder if I would be able to complete any of the workouts I see on the Biggest Loser.  

And so...when signing up for my sessions, I told her, "I want to really be pushed.  Pushed to a new level."

WTF was I thinking?  She really is going to Kick my ass!!  I am nervous now.  She knows I'm ready to be pushed and I am nervous to see what my evening will bring.  I am banking on not walking much tomorrow.  

(Kick Ass count in today's blog:   8)

Posted in: , , , on Thursday, June 10, 2010 at 4 comments  

The Game of Catch Up

This has been my life lately. Catching Up.  I am normally very organized...well planned.  Quick to respond to emails.  Always on the go.  I. Get. Things. Done.  

But lately...goodness....It has been a struuuuuggle!  I have completely forgot about my Goooals.  (Can't remember the last time I took vitamins, did my nightly sit-ups, or packed up the snacks for a week.)  My inbox is way too full for my comfort.  And I have so many outstanding action items that I am just overwhelmed. Poor Mr. T's blog is bare.  It's like the babe turns one and I give up on updating family and friends on all of his pure cuteness.  Trust me, the cuteness is still there.  I'm just a slacker!

So my June Goooal.... Catch the F Up.  Catch up on that massive do to list.  Catch up on planning my 10 year reunion (Yes, I volunteered for this duty and now realize that I am CRAZY).  Catch up on reaching out to family and being there to support them.  Catch up with  my girlfriends (with a bottle of wine please).  And like I said, just Catch the F Up. 

Posted in: , on Wednesday, June 9, 2010 at 0 comments  

OME: Look who is a 14 year old girl....

This weekend I received following text:

"What are the chances of you doing a 12AM showing of Eclipse on June 29th?"

I thought about...for 2 seconds...and said YES.  Yes, Yes Yes.  My Dearest A and I will join all other 14 year old girls to squeal when Jacob takes off his shirt and skip a heart beat when Edward and Bella make out.  Here's a little teaser for all you Twihards and Fanpires.

Posted in: , , on Monday, June 7, 2010 at 3 comments  

A Nack for Picking the Loser

Dear One of the Chris', 
You were my favorite on night one.  Actually, even before that when I stalked the ABC.com website to get a first look at the new 25 h-o-t guys.   And you probably scored points with me because you are the closest of the guys to my dear Gator Guy.  But you didn't even make it past the second week.  You didn't even get any air time.  We never learned whether you moved to Paris, played baseball, are insecure about wearing a speed-o, or if you were "dangerous".  Nadda.  Instead, we were just left with your sweet smile on a night full of Adult Bully D-Bag Drama. 

But Chris, there's even another reason I am more sad that you are gone.  You leaving and not getting a rose means that My Streak is done.  You see...during the first season of the Bach...I chose Trista.  Straight out of the limo, I picked the mousy voiced NBA Dancer. I had even picked Ryan during Trista's season, but let's be honest, I just have to support those Colorado Boys!  And then I picked Brooke, the cute little gal from the south in season 2 with Aaron.

I chose Deanna on the first night with Womack and cheered to keep watching her bluntness even with how cute and down-to-earth Jenni was.  And before "The Mesnick" made an appearance again and again (which is when a grown man buckles down and lets the water works flow while hunched over a balcolny or some sort of ledge), I thought Sleepless in Seattle was the ONE for Ms. D.  

And then just last season, like many of us Bach fans out there, I picked the girl next door in yellow to be the ONE for Jake.  Ali may have not come in with a silver medal, and I didn't pick the runner up each and every season, but I gotta say, the odds are there.  I mean...I should take these odds to Vegas or something.  Or it just means that I have a nack for picking the Loser, and should stay away from all gambling what-so-ever.  But either way, I conclude tonight knowing that I have lost my touch.  Well...at least for this season.   

And so, One of the Chris', your departure makes me oh-so-sad.  So keep on with that sweet smile.  And its just too bad that ABC just had you picked for a filler.  
xoxo, 
Kat

Dear ABC,
Can I please get sub-titles for Kasey??  For some reason, I cannot understand a  single word that comes out of this guys mouth.  I am just waiting to hear that he has a speech impediment, for which I will then be going to hell for, but until then...Kasey, if you and I crossed paths some day...We would need a translator.  Can you help me out Chris Harrison?

Thanks, 
Kat

Posted in: , on Monday, May 31, 2010 at 3 comments  

Beep Beep....Watch Out, Mama Driver comin through

So this weekend as Mr. T was in one of his most whiny moods,  I decided to just get the heck out of the house...and headed to the nearest Old Navy to take advantage of their Flip-Flops-For-A-Dollar sale.  After shopping around in chaos (yes these $1 Flip Flops were quite the HOT item) and not even buying the damn Flops because they were all gone, I got in my car, with Whiny Mr. T...proceeded to back out of the parking spot...and Oh Shit!  I backed  right into a silver car soon to be Old Navy Shopper waiting for a parking spot.  

How the hell did this happen?  When did I become that Mom Driver??  I swear I don't do my make up while driving.  And sure as hell do not have one of these bumper stickers on my car.  I do not get why people feel the need to post on the back of their car the fact that they have 14 children, 4 dogs, and 2 cats. 


But, most of you will not be surprised that on the back of my SUV are these two stickers:

And as I wonder why people put the hideous stick figure families on their bumpers, I never in my wildest dreams thought that mine would save me a police call.  That's right.  Just as me and Silver-Car-Old-Navy-Shopper were debating on whether to call the cops or not,  she looked at my car and asked, "Are you a Gator Fan??"  

What?  Am I a Gator fan??  Is this going to save me?  The Gator Gods have spoken and shined down on Kat this day.  "Why yes, we are huge Gator fans."  And then we proceeded to talk about how they were from FL and how excited we all are to have Tebow here in Denver.    No cops were called.  And the conversation ended with a big smile. 

Thank you Gator Gods.  Thank you.  Go Gators.

Posted in: , on Thursday, May 27, 2010 at 1 comments  

Golly Gee....I'll try not to gag

Yes it is true.  I just heard that Cheesy-Golly-Gee-Jake and crazy-Vienna will be dancing on the season finale of Dancing with the Stars tonight. I am speechless.  Not sure how to take it.  But more than anything will watch and try not to gag.  (And ps...it really is even more sad that Tenley was not The One for Jake.  After all.... The girl Loves to dance.  She Lives to dance.  Dancing makes her heart sing.  Too bad Tenley.  Too bad.)

I must say that I am definitely now hooked after this was my first season actually watching Dancing with the Stars...Or as many have called the show now...Dancing with the Dancers.  I mean come on...Ice DANCER Evan (who's dances I fast forward through every time, except for the free style when he looks like a lanky fool), and Professional booty shaker, Nicole are in the finales...Shocker.  Yes Nicole is entertaining and really is the best one out there.  But I like the underdog. 

And so, I continue to cheer on the Gator Girl Erin and hope that she not only takes the crown, but that her and Maks finally make their love affair public.  I mean, come on....They HAVE to be dating with that kind of chemistry and "bed dancing" they did last night.  (Last night on the show of course.  I have no report of what happened after the show!)

I will also be cheering for Jake to drop Vienna.  I know...I am terrible.  But you are either the person that watches figure skating covering your eyes in fear that someone is dropped ,or the person that kind of likes to watch the fall unfold and replay Miss America falling on the catwalk...again, and again.  Yes....I am terrible. 

Posted in: , on Tuesday, May 25, 2010 at 1 comments  

I Can Do Anything Good.

I didn't set an official goal this month, since I would say May was dedicated to the marathon.  But I will now take a tip from the young, gifted & talented Miss Jessica and Like everything in my life!  Not to mention this is just so darn cute and hilarious! 

Posted in: , , on Saturday, May 22, 2010 at 2 comments  

I Finally Crossed That Line

It was 26.2 miles of Hard Work, Sweat, Pain, Joy, and Satisfaction. Satisfaction because I am pleased and Proud. I figured I would beat myself up over my time (well let's be honest, I still do just a little bit). But I am about 90% Proud and 10% wish-I-could-have-done-more. Ask me on a different day and those percentages might change, but that's just the nature of being uber competitive.

This marathon was different than my first. This training was Oh-so-freaking-HARD. I had a hard time on most my long runs both physically and mentally.  Kudos to all you mom's out there (like Heather who I admire with each blog post) that work your butt off in the office, wear your super cape around the house, while you tend to the kids, cook for the hubby, AND train like a rock star. I had a hard time with that balance and had a hard time keeping my head positive. But looking back, I am happy that I finished and it felt so good to be done!!

The Colorado Marathon started at 6:00am. Wanna know what time that required me and Gator Guy to set our alarm for? 3:15 in the A-freaking-M!! If only Rob Thomas could have serenaded me with his Matchbox's classic, "Its 3AM".  But I'm pretty sure he didn't intend for 3AM to be spent eating breakfast and putting on all the Gear. We left the hotel at 4AM, and I was on the bus by 4:15AM. The ride to the start was about 45 minutes, and I thought, HOLY CRAP this is a long drive up this canyon road....and I have to run ALL the way back!!  Take. A. Deep. Breath.

Even though it was still dark when we arrived to the Start Line, starting this early actually was great. It meant that we saw the sunrise and it wasn't too hot by the time we finished. In fact, it was 32 degrees at the start and 68 degrees at the finish. (Only that kind of mercury swing happens in Colo "rad" o).
The course was BEAUTIFUL, and fast. It is the number one qualifying race for Boston, which meant that there was a lot of people that kicked my butt and then some. But I tried to soak up some of the dedicated energy that they had left on the trail hours before me.

As for my performance....it was rough. Previously, I had talked about my Poise. When really...I was ok in that department. However, my other "track" chose to fail me and I spent a total of at least 17 minutes waiting in line and going to the bathroom. YIKES. Not my idea of a good way to run a race.

I have to say that most runners are crazy.  Crazy about our Time.  We constantly have to know our pace, know our finish prediction, and once one race is completed...its on to the next to beat that time.  When I started training in January I was sure that I would run a sub 4:20:00.  But as my training runs became longer and harder...And my head just wasn't in the Game like I had wanted it to be, I learned to drop my expectations.  I set what I thought was a major cushion of "If I finish under 5 hours, I will be just fine". When really I thought, "I'll probably finish under 4:45 and hopefully under 4:30". So when I crossed the line just at 5 hours (well 4:59:22 to be exact), I had thought I would be upset.
But instead, I was Proud. Actually Proud of myself. Because I had known that the last 26.2 miles officially kicked my ass!! I was Proud that I finished and was even more Proud to have my family on the sidelines cheering me on.  I heard the announcer say my name as I neared the finish line, threw my arms up with joy and I felt Oh-So-Proud.

Posted in: , , on Wednesday, May 19, 2010 at 7 comments  

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