Thursday, February 28, 2008

Drumroll please...


It's official, I'm going on my first "date" in a year or so, with someone from eharmony this weekend. He lives about 45 min away and I just happen to be in his town for an eye doc appointment and a lacrosse game on Saturday. We're hitting up the Starbucks so even if it's not a total success, at least I'll have my nf x-hot Cinnamon Dolce Latte by my side.

In other news, at this time next week I'll be on my way to Utah for a fabulous girls weekend and a little 13.1 mile run! I can't wait! These legs are ready.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

It's a good day, so far...

And why shouldn't it be?

It's 10 A.M. and...
I'm wearing my blue Michael Stars dress with black capri leggings.
I've already eaten 20 or so peanut m&m's (and a few mini Snickers bars) with a cup of coffee
the sun is making it's appearance (as much as it does during February in Oregon)

Here's the tulip a coworker gave me this morning and the sun peeking through my office window.

It's 1 P.M. and...
I just took a 45 min walk through the hilly park near campus and feel refreshed.

It's 4 P.M. and...
I'm enjoying my second Samoa Girl Scout cookie of the day. Thinking, "Just don't look at the fat/calorie/badness content on the box and it'll be all good."

It's 8 P.M. and...
I just finished a six mile run with the Nike running group, showered and had some chips and salsa with my Black Butte Porter for dinner.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Take the test!

Thanks to the lovely applications on Facebook (which I truly despise...not f-book but those damn apps), I recently took a version of the Myers-Briggs personality test and found out I was still, in fact an ESFJ (Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, Judging) personality type. I guess I figured that in the last two years since I've taken the test, it might have changed. But sure enough, I'm still "the helper" or "provider" as the tests determined.

"Providers are very likely more than ten percent of the population, and this is very fortunate for the rest of us, because friendly social service is a key to their nature. Highly cooperative themselves, Providers are skilled in maintaining teamwork among their helpers, and are also tireless in their attention to the details of furnishing goods and services. They make excellent chairpersons in charge of social events. They are without peer as masters of ceremonies, able to approach others with ease and confidence, and seemingly aware of what everyone's been doing. And they are outstanding hosts or hostesses, able to remember people's names, usually after one introduction, and always concerned about the needs of their guests, wanting to insure that all are involved and provided for."

I just took it again tonight and yep, still the same. I suggest you take the test and follow the links at the end that will give you a description of your type, information about how you handle relationships and who you would best be paired with, and even suggestions on potential career fields. Or, add the application to your Facebook page. That test has a lot of cool insights into your personality, relationships and the works! Which reminds me, I still have reading to do on that. *The actual Myers-Briggs Type Indicator costs a little bit of dinero and is administered by a real live person.

You think you know yourself until you start reading a description of people like you and realize "oh yeah, that's why I do that." Anyway, have at it!

Now the question is: is it appropriate to ask someone to take the Myers-Briggs to see if we're compatible on date #2? Haha...only kidding. I would never be that mean. And besides, there would actually have to be a date #1.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Driving is cheap therapy

Last night I was driving home from a friend's birthday dinner in the rain and my brain started turning about a lot of stuff. That's when I realized that driving is the only time I allow myself to be alone with just my thoughts and the music playing on the radio. I'm forced to. Otherwise, it's always go-go-go for me. I'm the worst at just relaxing. If I'm sick, forget it, I still go running and try to continue on with my normal routine (and prob stay sicker longer than I should because I don't chill out). My body doesn't know what rest is. If I don't have anything to do, I find something, quick.

Instead of driving the four miles home and going to bed, I decided to drive a bit further. I drove about ten miles out of my way, ended up at WinCo (for milk and granola), but mainly as an excuse to myself for making the drive and then headed back home. It was a productive meeting with myself. I think I may try it again soon. Or, just try to schedule a little more down time for myself. What a novel idea.

Off to run a lot of miles (my church of choice)! And then a little Oscar night celebration with a few friends. Happy Sunday!

Friday, February 22, 2008

Dating type?

I have recently come to the conclusion that runners or dedicated athletes should only date other runners/athletes (or simply those who are willing to schedule their plans around your life). When asked if I'm free most nights of the week by one of my eharmony matches, I was left speechless. Um, let me check my calendar...

Monday, nope. Tuesday, nope. Wednesday, nope. Thursday, nope. Um, we could hang out Friday night (if I workout in the a.m.), Sat night or Sunday afternoon? And yes, that's every week. If it somehow interferes with my running or coaching schedule, it's not gonna work buddy.

If one of these matches ever turns into a date or two, either I'll have to figure out how to become flexible and miss my cherished group runs, or he'll have to become a runner, or he'll have to settle for having dinner at 8 P.M. and going to bed by 10 P.M. Sorry, I have to be up early.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

No good, very bad, terrible knees

My left knee is feeling a little funny right now, in fact it has for the past week. I'm thinking it's not a good sign seeing as how all I do is run and I am flying to Utah in a few weeks to run the Canyonlands 1/2 Marathon with a bunch of my best friends from high school.

But, this seems to be the norm with my old granny knees. Just as I'm getting prepared for a race and ramping up my training, my body starts telling me to "BACK AWAY from the miles sista." And as usual, I will politely ignore it, try to stretch a minute extra here and there, and rub some arnica (homeopathic pain relief for trauma/bruising/etc) on it hoping the pain will magically disappear. Here's to hoping!

Monday, February 18, 2008

Welcome to the brick wall

For the past 25 years I have built a sturdy brick wall around my heart and soul, to which few people are allowed entry. As a determined female, I have managed to push away every male that has been interested in me at some point or another. In every situation I have been quick to come up with an excuse as to why this won't work either in my head or out loud (you're too old, you're too young, I'm too busy, you're not my type, etc) and then proceed to run in the opposite direction. But the bottom line is, I do it because I'm scared. No, terrified. I'm terrified of being vulnerable and not being in control of a situation.

You'd think I would have had some crazy traumatic relationship that caused this, but that's not the case. For whatever reason, I have never trusted men or myself around them and therefore have managed to arrive at 25 never actually having a real relationship. I've dated a few guys here and there for a few weeks or months (two months max) at a time, but more or less I've been living the single life and loving it. That is, until I'm bored and realize how sick and tired I am of going to movies, dinner, hiking, drives to the coast, trips across the U.S., parties, races, etc ALONE. I have some great friends, but sometimes friends don't cut the mustard, especially when they're all preoccupied with their own bfs, fiances, grad schools, jobs, etc.

So, recently a coworker (who is dating a guy she met online) convinced me to join an online dating site. I'm all about trying new things so I filled out the survey. Two and a half hours and $42 later, I was officially registered for eharmony and three months of access. It's quite an interesting process. Every so often you receive an e-mail telling you to check out your new matches and then have the option of opening communication and sending them multiple choice questions OR closing communication with people you deem unattractive, uninteresting, or just plain blah.

But here lies the problem. At some point, you actually start conversing with a match in e-mail format and said match may give you his phone number and ask you to call. As this has now happened a few times and I have yet to do a thing about it, I'm feeling a little trapped. Sure, I happily signed up for this damn thing, but did I really expect that my abilities to open up to someone would somehow change just because we had been paired together by some internet site and our similar interests?

I'm beginning to wonder if I'll really go through with it. I mean sure, some of them seem nice, funny, smart, and attractive enough, but what about that instant attraction of bumping into someone at the coffee shop or grocery store? Because I'm so awful at chatting up someone I'm interested in, I've always banked (or secretly prayed) on the fact that if it's right, it will just happen naturally. But as time continues to pass me by without so much as a "hey" from the cute guy in line at Starbucks, I think I might need to give this online dating thing a real shot.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

My Valentine? Sunny Arizona.



Last week I headed for a marketing conference in Tempe, AZ and much to my surprise and delight, I was welcomed by 70 degree weather. Ah, truly amazing. After dumping my bags in my hotel room I plopped myself down on the lounge chair (next to the putting green) outside my room and just soaked up the sun (and trust me, this pale skin needed it). Seriously, Arizona...once I found you, I never wanted to let you go.

This was in fact my first time ever visiting and it made me all warm and fuzzy inside. Walking around the ASU campus later that week all I could think is how nice it would be to wear shorts in Oregon in February. Unfortunately, we're not that lucky. It's still raining and 30-40 degrees most days in February.

Our scheduled adventure for the week was a trip to Sedona and the pink jeep tours. Tempe=nice. Sedona=amazing. If you haven't been there, go. After two hours of being driven in a charter bus across the desert, we make our way to a beautiful little town surrounded by massive rocky formations formed by wind and water. Next stop: coffee and window shopping, followed by 'Rootin' Tootin' margaritas at the Cowboy Club to get us ready for two hours of bouncing, bumping and laughter. The jeeps were a lot of fun, but a little cold. Some of us packed for warmer weather not realizing Sedona is in the mountains and hence would be freezing. But a few blankets and $4 gloves did the trick. Finally, it was on to dinner at the resort and a long ride home full of drunks singing karaoke to the entire bus.

While Arizona was nice and I seriously contemplated never coming back, I'm happy to be home. Four days of appetizers, main course, dessert and drinks for lunch AND dinner gets a little old after a while. And thanks to the sponsors, I didn't have to pay a dime. Not really looking forward to the barrage of e-mails I skimmed while out of the office that need catching up on tomorrow morning.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

I LOVE Spring

(and Summer too!) Not only for warmer weather and the smell of fresh cut grass, but for the adorable clothes. Oh, the clothes.

Winter is challenging for me in the clothing department. I can never find cute, but warm enough sweaters for work and am left attempting to layer lightweight sweaters (or just keep my wool peacoat on all day because my office doesn't warm up until at least 1 P.M. And pants, at 5'3" I always have to contemplate if the pants are really worth buying because they will promptly need hemming.

And, to top it off, I have foot issues. Yeah, lame. My feet are wider than average, so I'm forced to shove them into shoes that simply aren't made for my feet. It makes loving cute shoes tough because I can rarely find a pair of shoes (besides UGGS) that actually feel comfortable, fit and don't look like this. And even running shoes are just NOW coming out in wides. Thank GOODNESS! My shoe of choice is the Nike Air Structure Triax.

But Spring, it's fabulous. I have so many more options, including skirts, dresses, cute sandals, short sleeved tops and fun colors. Halleluiah! Ok, I'll admit it: I'm a J.Crew addict, although I rarely give in. J.Crew does a few things really well: dresses and swim suits and today I just couldn't hold back any longer. In a week or so this and another suit will be arriving in my mailbox. Can't wait.

Friday, February 8, 2008

I get tired...

tired of writing about running and stress and the occasional funny incident. The thing is, what do you do when that's all that consumes you? Do you write about the fact that you've been dateless for over a year now and you can't believe this city doesn't have more to offer a girl in her twenty-somethings, other than a few measly law school students (who pretty much ignore you if you're not one of them)? Or, do you write about how your riveting (insert sarcasm) Friday ended in an awkward night of mingling with thirty, forty and fifty-somethings for work who just don't give a damn who you are?

Welcome to the working world in your 20s. Stage I: be invisible. And if you're not invisible, you secretly wish you could be because when prompted to speak, it all comes out like word vomit that you can't, with any effort, make sound eloquent.

Or, do you write about the thirty-something L.A. guy at said work function who intrigued you so much you almost went out with the group for a round of drinks with an awful sore throat just because you want to know his story? I mean seriously, what is with the grunge look and the unwashed hair? Don't you make some ungodly amount of money for your age?!

Well friends, if you're me, you promptly get in your Toyota Corolla (circa 1995) and drive your tired, pathetic, boring excuse for a self home and put on your sweats. You grab a cup of American Idol Karaoke Mint Cookie (1/2 the fat!) ice cream and boot up the mac and think "Someday I'll be that girl who is working the room like a dream and then just floats right on out of there with a handful of business cards and better plans and a man to meet up with later."

So, I wanna know: When you're forced to mingle at a function, do you? I'm a realist, no bullshit kinda girl and I struggle with making fake conversation because I don't want to bore someone else just as much as I don't want to be bored by another. I'd rather stand with the cheese platter than talk about some guy's job that he's sick of telling everyone about anyway. I mean really now, I'm doing him a favor.

I'm willing to admit my attitude might be a little askew on this subject. So, how do you approach networking and mingling events? Is it really worth it for a twenty-something if she doesn't know what she wants to do or where she want to be? GAH! Help a sister out.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Puuuuhlease.

My boss just asked me if I was stressed and tired because I wasn't working out! Ha! Um yeah... If you know me, you know I pretty much don't go a day without working out. Sunday it was a 10 mile run, last night 7 miles, and I already worked out this a.m. at home. So yeah, I'm definitely stressed from my lack of exercise. ;)

I'm getting a sore throat and trying to load up on Emergen-C, but I'm pretty sure the stress and lack of good sleep is not going to cut it. Work's almost done (for today) and then I'm off to freeze my buns off on the lacrosse field. I can't wait for this week to end. Just get me to Feb. 12th when I'll be in Tempe, AZ enjoying warmer temperatures and a more relaxing week at the marketing conference.

Monday, February 4, 2008

When it rains, it pours

The last few weeks have been a bit crazy in my world, especially on the work front. Usually, it's the other way around. I've always been the type to schedule every free minute I have to myself with something or someone else so I'm racing from one thing to the next, never actually arriving on time anywhere and always feeling frazzled. Well, a few months ago I decided to put a stop to that shit because it was causing me too much anxiety. And, I have to say I've been doing a better job at it. Anyway, random tangent. So yeah, work's been busy.

You know those weeks when you feel like Tuesday most certainly must be Friday because things are just so friggin' slow? Well, I've had some of those lately. And then, my good friend and coworker, let's call her Partner in Crime (PIC) gave her two months notice to move to Viva Las Vegas and work with a college friend for a substantial raise. Shit balls. Guess what that means? Yep, that's right, little ole me will be adding just a few more responsibilities to her plate until we can hire someone new in three to five months. SIGH. And even though I knew it was coming, I wasn't ready for this week: her last one here. In addition to throwing a going away party, trying not to cry because a good friend is leaving, learning my additional responsibilities as of next week, trying to fit in 30 miles of running, going to the gym, sleeping, eating and coaching, our Board of Directors comes on Friday for our winter board meeting. Crappity crap crap. Naturally, the weekend is shot too since they'll be here through Saturday afternoon.

Don't get me wrong, they're great and for the most part brilliant, but they'll give us ideas we don't have time for and can't fathom why we can't get shit done in a 'real world' timeline. Lucky for most of them, they work in the for-profit sector. Need we remind them again that universities don't operate in a timely manner? Here's a great example: PIC and I went to a meeting with our creative publishing department (read: lacking creative publishing department) for a 'logo violation.' "Yes, I'm sorry, we are forward thinking and focused on the web and that logo that's in violation, it rocks." But, that's beside the point. The lacking creative publishing department has an EIGHT WEEK turnaround for a job. Yes, you read that right, two whole months. So, that logo that is in violation, it was designed by an outside designer we use and love because we can send him a job and get it turned around in a day or two with no problems and guess what?? It's creative! Speaking of creatives, my friend C just started designing stamp sets for Papertrey Ink. So proud of that girl.

Anyway, the past two weeks have resulted in lots of sighing, hunching over my computer and not a whole lot of smiling or laughter from yours truly at the office. By Friday, my back and shoulders were in such a ball of knots I picked up the phone and scheduled a session with my massage therapist. Most people who don't have injuries think of massages as fairly relaxing and soothing. I'm here to tell you that they're just the opposite. I mean sure it's nice to have someone else getting out the kinks, but when you have to have the masseuse use her elbow and forearm to try to dig the muscles out of the ball of mess they're in, there's a decent level of pain that comes along with it. At a few points I had to curl my toes and hold my breath to get through the pain. Sure, I could have asked her to back off a bit, but the thing is: the harder it is, the more work she's getting done and damnit, I'm getting my $70 worth. Hopefully, I'm able to feel the results a bit more tomorrow.

Editorial note: If it seems I'm cursing more than usual, that's because I decided that as nice and pretty as it is to try to be P.C. and all, it doesn't make for an authentic, interesting story for either the writer or the reader. If you're 13 or under, I'm sorry. Please go find something better to do with your time. Love, The Sassmaster