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The girl loves her bling…


May 05, 2019 :: 3:42 PM

for those days I know future me will have at some point :: as of 5 may, 2019

 

Medal Distance Medal Distance
Victor E. Dash 5K (2017)    3.1 miles       Forgotten 5K   3.1 miles  
Big Cat 5K   3.1 miles       Armchair to 5K   3.1 miles  
Victor E. Dash 5K (2018)    3.1 miles       Baby 6.7K   4.2 miles  
Dumbledore’s Army 5K   3.1 miles       Handles 5K   3.1 miles  
Hedwig Memorial 5K   3.1 miles       Don’t You 4K About Me   2.5 miles  
Nargle 9K   5.6 miles       Hell in High Heels 12K   7.5 miles  
Platform 9 3/4K   6.1 miles       Stage 5 Clinger 5K   3.1 miles  
Universal Orlando Fun Run 5K   3.1 miles       Star Wars Half Marathon   13.1 miles  
Royal 10K   6.2 miles       Paws for a Cause 5K   3.1 miles  
Winding Waters 5K   3.1 miles       TOTAL INTENTIONAL MILES:    82.4  

#kissesforbill


May 04, 2019 :: 2:26 PM

sweaty selfie :: big cat 5k :: palm beach zoo

This might be my last 5K with my husband. We normally walk them together, but he seems less and less interested. Plus, I want to start running them and he’s not going to do that. (Yet?)

On to Quidditch…

The dementors started running on the 2nd, giving the House teams a head start. Despite not being a competitive group, I’ve been outdoing myself to get the miles. I want to prove to myself more than anything that I can survive Quidditch and push myself to the point where the house teams are fighting themselves to get me in the Fall Quidditch “draft”.

Seriously.

Thursday, it was pouring so I hopped on the treadmill and planned to do a couch to 5K work out. Did that. Wasn’t tired, so I kept walking. Then it became a game to see how many miles I could go or for how long before I totally crapped out.

(This is the FUCK IT factor at work, by the way)

I crushed a little over 6 miles - a 10K.

Yesterday, I did a little over 5 miles.

Today, I did 3.3 at the Big Cat 5K and then hopped on the treadmill for another 1.7 as soon as we got home. No lie. It was the dementor power hour - all miles are doubled - so how could I sit on the couch? (FUCK IT! I can keep going…)

Tonight, I’m planning on taking the dog for a walk. Hopefully, the next PH will fall when I’m ready to drop my next batch of miles.

And for what it’s worth, I’m in 10th place for total miles in our group of 60. TENTH.

I’ve never done sixteen miles consecutively unless I was at Universal. I’ve done those sixteen in three days - thirteen which count towards PHRC medals. I’ve already claimed my last two 5Ks. I have a bunch of half marathon medals to complete. If I keep this up, I’ll have completed all the Potterhead/Whovian medals I have before Quidditch ends.

I’ll work on distances and speed soon. Right now I want to focus more on stamina. Making sure my fat ass doesn’t keel over, that sort of thing. I’ve been dropping weight, which is helping, so I’ve got that in my favour. Less weight means less strain on my knees and they’ve always been the first to get screwed up, whether it’s volleyball, marching band, skiing… I so much as think of being active and my knees act up.

I’m going to finish Quidditch and then go back to my training plans. Losing three weeks in my training won’t make a big deal because right now I’m paced to peak in early November. If I can shift peaking closer to December, I’ll still be fine for the Disney Half.

I think I’ve completely lost my mind, and I’m not sure I want to find it….

Adopted by an extrovert


April 28, 2019 :: 7:32 PM

ukrainian ironbelly :: gringott’s bank :: diagon alley

I’ve been known to do some random, completely out of character shit sometimes.

I’ve also been known to do some random, completely IN character shit sometimes.

I’m not sure which situation is worse…

I have, however, decided that the mere utterance of the phrase “FUCK IT!” is a harbinger of A. Very. Bad. Decision.

I had a grade-A FUCK IT! moment in the car on Saturday.

Despite having more than enough time to prepare for the half marathon, I decided to look at a training plan a good friend recommended. He did run the Boston Marathon, after all. His advice is… well, it’s something I’ve been paying a lot of attention to.

I’d worked out that I could do a training plan that started with a 5K and ran me through a half by NOVEMBER. By March, I’d be able to run a marathon. I’m going to figure out how to go from March to January so that in 2021 I CAN complete the Dopey.

So, that thing about being ready for a half in November?

My friend is going down to run the Two Course Challenge during Wine & Dine Weekend.

That’s a 10K and a Half. Completely do-able by the dates of the runs.

And I want to see her, so…

FUCK IT! I’m going to register for the Challenge.

(And then, the voice of reason said that the cost of a hotel room was prohibitive and there will be no fucking of the it. This time.)

However, the Fairy Tale Challenge is calling my name, and I’ve already decided that I’m doing the Rival Run / Kessel Run Challenges in April.

All that to say, we were at the Orlando Informer Meet Up last night and I met probably the most ridiculously extroverted person I have EVER come across.

She is a twelve time Dopey finisher and she and her mother are Disney race experts.

E X P E R T S

We talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked… and now I have a new friend.

Who can help my ass survive the races.

I’ll take it.

 

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Speaking of running…

The PHRC is doing its spring Quidditch cup competition in the beginning of May. It’s a virtual race (of course) whose miles are logged on Racery, which makes it a little different from all the other races. There are are nineteen teams and the idea is to log over 3K miles over the two weeks.

I am not a runner (yet), so I didn’t make a house team. I did however join a Dementor team. Dementors are meant to lap the house teams and cost them miles. It’s all in fun, but just the idea of Quidditch is bringing out a competitive side of me that I didn’t really know existed.

At least not where exercising was concerned. *grin*

I solemnly swear I am up to #somuchgood


March 26, 2019 :: 8:53 PM

happy birthday to me

I know it’s a stupid piece of metal holding other stupid pieces of metal (and one piece of wood), but I am sooooooo pleased with this.

We won’t talk about all the other medals I need to complete.

Seriously. We’re not going to.

 

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Things are settling down.

I’m starting to find a rhythm. A method to the madness.

A way to tolerate a BLT sandwich that isn’t particularly fond of lettuce.

Yeah. You probably don’t want to know.

 

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I just put our schedule up on the whiteboard.

Holy shit, we’re going to be busy this summer.

 

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Had the best birthday ever -  TWO trips to Universal.

One with my little brother from another mother and his family. So nice to spend time with him.

One by myself. Which was even better. I fucking love going to Universal by myself.

The best part of going to Universal (besides spending all day in Diagon Alley and HOT butterbeer (HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!)) was when I bought ice cream for that mom and her daughter at Florean Fortescue’s Ice-Cream Parlour. There was something about the two of them that made me wish it wasn’t the 26th anniversary of my mother’s death on the 18th or the fact that my father died when I was 26.

Yeah. For not liking numbers, there’s a certain symmetry that’s always bothersome when the numbers line up like that.

Anyhoo… they were behind me in line and there was something about them. (Yes, I know I already said that.) When I offered to pay for their ice cream, the mother hugged the shit out of me. The cashier wouldn’t stop telling me how amazing I was for doing that.

But, in truth, I did it because I was jealous of their relationship.

Because that’s the best fucking reason to do something nice for someone, right?

I never said my actions make sense.

 

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In other news, no more Sims. That’s a pretty good thing.

Working on my Drarry fanfic again after putting it into time out. (Why did I have to fuck up a perfectly good Drarry fic with soulmates and Weasley twins? Soulmates, pffffffft.)

Continuing work on my Yuri!!! on Ice fan fic, too. I think I’ve mentioned what a little shit Yurio is, so he’s been a lot of fun to write.

Reread my 2017 NaNoWriMo Teen Wolf (trainwreck of a) fic. I think there’s a lot of potential there, but I’m knee deep in two other fandoms. I’m good at multi-taking, but that’s way too many voices in my head clamouring for attention.

Oh. Wait. I can’t talk about the voices in my head. That’s bad.

Can I talk about hearing the fucking Hamilton soundtrack on a never ending loop in my head? It’s the earworm that refuses to go away. For weeks now, I can’t replace it with ANYTHING else. And, so help me Dog, have I tried…

Hallucination or earworm?

You decide. I’m going to bed.

Yurio is my spirit animal


March 06, 2019 :: 9:43 PM

I might be an asshole, but I’m your asshole

We have two IRL 5Ks coming up: one in March and one in April or May (I’ve forgotten). I’ve earned so many medals from the Potterhead Running Club (formerly known as the Hogwarts Running Club) that I need to think about a real medal display now. I’m pretty excited about that. It means that I’m putting in the miles and those are intentional miles - miles that I’ve gone out an walked on purpose, so that’s pretty cool.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever run or if I’ll graduate from 5Ks, but right now, I’m all about the bling and trying to enjoy the ridiculous weather down here.

In the past month or so, I’ve become addicted to the Sims again. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. I’m in a weird headspace and the more I try to define it, the messier it gets. The Sims is a safe place for me right now. I’m all about the safe places.

In other news, we found a Doggy Shrink and hopefully we can schedule a meeting. I’d really like to wean Guinness away from day care because I am tired of paying for it. He’s seven, turning eight, this month. He should be able to stay home a day or two every week.

Made the Wonder Hubby watch Yuri!!! On Ice. Have to say, I was pleased by his reaction. I didn’t think he’d get into it, but he was laughing when he was supposed to, and asking questions about the show. I’ll take it. YOI has made me so happy since I discovered it. Plus, Josh Grelle is coming to SuperCon and I can’t wait to have him sign my Blu-Ray case.

Speaking of YOI, I’m working on my fan fic and it’s changed drastically from the original idea. (I apparently can’t say that the characters have told me to piss off and that my only job is to take dictation because that means I’m hallucinating or some such bullshit.) In the beginning, I was working on a Victurri fic that takes them from Barcelona to St. Petersburg, filling in the gaps of that final episode. However, Yurio won’t leave them alone. So my little OTP fic has become an OT3 fic because that ever evolving monster won’t back the fuck off.

I am rather enjoying writing a very angry little cock blocker, though, so I guess i can forgive him. For now. That doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy on him. Not while he’s strutting around in his leopard print shoes and Russian team jacket, wearing cat ears and hating the world… You are totally going to suffer for a few chapters, you sexually confused, permanently scowling little shit.

Also, Otabek Altin exists and he is the perfect character to come in and fuck shit up. I mean, look at this shit:

 

How amazing is that?

I’m about to have SO. MUCH. FUN. taking dictation…

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