I finally tried on my elf outfit that I plan on wearing in the Jingle Bell 5k this weekend. I've hinted at it all weekend to the kids. Wearing any type of costume any time of the year is way out of character for myself, no pun intended. The kids keep whispering to dad, "Is she serious?". I don't think he really knows for sure, himself. I figure I might be getting old, but I don't have to get boring. What's the worse that could happen? Maybe I'll get picked up by Santa and Rudolph and returned back to the North Pole. Oooh, that would royally suck, considering I absolutely abhor the cold. Is there any place colder than the North Pole? Maybe I should reconsider this elf costume. By the way, the picture is very similar to my lovely outfit. That's not me, but I will be resembling that lady on the left this very weekend.
I try to eat fairly healthy. My latest snack choices have mostly consisted of greek yogurt with added fruit and red and green peppers with hummus. That's getting old, so I tried unsweetened applesauce with cinnamon. Definitely not my preference. I'll leave the applesauce for the toothless babies. What are your snack choices that don't solely consist of fruit? I prefer vegetables but I'm always looking for healthy vegetable dip alternatives. I just discovered guacamole. Believe it or not, in my 38 years of life, I've never had an avocado or guacamole until about 3 weeks ago.
Christmas will be here in less than three weeks and guess what Santa's elves have purchased for Mom Runs Faster Than Dad's offspring. Absolutely, nothing, nada, zilch. Yes, that's right! Some slacking little elves we've got going on over here. I think the little elves have a whole lot of catching up to do. I wonder if I promised the elves a few extra cookies by the fireplace for Santa to bring back to them, would they increase their shopping efficiency? Probably not, after they discovered the cookies were made with whole wheat flour.
Dear husband has asked me what I want for Christmas. I told him the dreaded answer husband's don't want to hear. "I don't know." They want you to know, so it makes their job that much easier. It's not that I really don't know. I just have to figure out what I value most receiving. I'm not a girly kind of girl. Please don't bring me flowers, candy or cards. My husband knows my true feelings on all of these things; a big waste of money. Flowers die, cards get thrown away or stuffed in a drawer and let's not even talk about that candy. Do you really want to be THAT husband responsible for the additional 5 pounds of weight I gained over the holidays? Believe me when I say I will eat every freaking piece in that box that doesn't contain nasty coconut.
There are plenty of things on my wish list. Running and cycling are expensive habits. My options are endless. As mentioned above, I just have to determine what I need or want most. Do I want a cycling trainer so I can bring my beloved bike in the house and ride to infinity and beyond? My safety is always important. Should I ask for a Road ID bracelet? I could always use some cold weather gear compression pants. Everyone just knows how much I love the bitter cold. The list goes on and on. For my husband's sake, he only wishes I would tell him sooner than later.
I'm quite proud of myself for my future running/race endeavors. I just completed my first ever cold weather run for myself with the Turkey Trot and will be completing my second even colder one this next weekend with the Jingle Bell. As well all know, I just love, love the cold; NOT! I'm preregistered for the 500 Festival Mini-marathon training series, which will mostly consist of frigid temperatures. I'm breaking barriers for myself, woohoo! Now if I could just get myself to run in the rain. Besides the treadmill, that's my only option as it has been raining almost non-stop for two days. Anybody have some connections with the Mother Nature? I'll share the elves cookies with her if she can make it stop raining.
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