I am Woman

I like Michelle's idea of posting your high and low for the week. It scratches both the itch for self-aggrandizing and self-loathing all at the same time. Usually I like to build other people up right before I slam them down, but lets face it, this blog is about me and me alone (ignore previous post re: Claire). So here I go.

My high of the week would definitely have to be the 5k I ran this morning. Aptly named the Dental Dash, it consisted of mostly dental students and their wives, several kids under the age of ten, three babies in jogging strollers, a crazy lady with two dogs, and a partridge in a pear tree--all dashing. Cody left his running shoes in his locker at school (right), so this morning to I went by myself, in the cold, cold, cold 40 degree weather (note to Michelle-wuss!) down to Frick Park (must have been named by someone from Utah). I was a bit nervous about making it the whole way because it was very hilly, and I haven't ran a whole three miles without stopping since I was in Utah. But as I started, I felt great, realizing its a lot easier to run without pushing a two year old who is the height of a four year old in a jogging stroller that is the weight of Nicole Richie. Anywho, to make a long story short (fill in the blank, Clue fans), I finished the race in pretty good time, and I even beat the five month pregnant girl who was pushing her one year old daughter. I was pretty darn proud of myself. And I feel great- which is exactly the reason I would never run a marathon. I came back from the race with so much energy, as opposed to feeling like a cat that has been run over repeatedly (no cats were injured in the writing of this blog).

Now that I have sufficiently puffed myself up (except in the eyes of marathon runners and cat owners) its time for the deflation. Yesterday, we were headed to Red Robin for a friends birthday dinner and our other friends asked us if we would show them the "backway" because it would be faster than going through town during rush hour. So I was like, Yeah, I know the way like the back of my hand. So we started out on what should have been a 25 minute drive, Cody is driving, I am gabbing about who knows what (it was most likely the old debate, if you were running towards a train that it barreling towards you, and you collide, smashing your body onto the front of the engine, would there be a period of time where your body stopped moving?) and we miss a turn, turn around in a parking lot, take a wrong road, get totally lost, call for help, miss a turn again, and finally arrive in our destination 45 minutes later, all while being followed by our foolishly trusting friends and their four month baby because they were gullible enough to believe that we knew where we were going. So you are thinking this doesn't sound like that bad of a low point, but this isn't really all that there is to it. I was absolutely embarrassed that we got our friends so lost and it was part because I wasn't paying attention (lets face it, I am the navigator in our relationship) and part Cody taking a completely random road, saying he knew where he was going. But when we finally faced our friends I blamed the whole thing on Cody. Yikes! That was my low point of the week. Turning on my husband to save my own puffed up face.