Yeah, I've got nothing...

I was trying to think up a witty title for this blog post, but came up with nothing.  Mostly because this post is going to be all over the place.  Or maybe it's because I'm not witty at all.  Hmmmm....


Anyways, my rest days every week are on Monday and Tuesdays, and before I head out for my runs on Wednesday nights, I always get paranoid.  What if I can't run anymore, because I took 2 days off?  What if it's the worst run ever and it makes me never want to run again?  I know-I'm being bat-shit crazy.  It's only 2 days.  The world will not end.

I headed out for 5 miles last night, and the first mile was challenging.  My legs felt like lead, and I couldn't keep a good pace if I tried.  Or if I was running from some knife-wielding psycho.  And to top it off, I had shin splints for the first mile.  They eventually went away when I stopped to stretch them.  When I had about a mile left in my run, the spot where my thigh meets my tushie started to hurt too.  I'm used to getting this pain when I'm sitting for too long at work, but I've never had it while running.  I googled it, and since I believe everything I read on the internet and like to self-diagnose, I think it's my piriformis (don't ask me to pronounce that) muscle.  I tried stretching it last night, but couldn't figure out how to get at that muscle.  So I googled again, and found one that suppose to make it feel so much better.  I went into a secret back office and tried it out.  Man, oh man, it helped.  And I took the time to snap a photo of myself laying on the dirty floor. 

I have no shame.

And I have yet to master the self timer on my camera. 

I would also like to point out that even though I love the Nike+ program, I HATE the app on my iPod Touch.  I am constantly starting and stopping the program on my runs while waiting for the light to change or to stretch.  About 90% of the time, when I go to hit the button to start back up, I always end up hitting the button to end the workout, since they're right next to each other.  I am then forced to do math and try to figure out how many miles I have left on my run.  I may have definitely yelled "SON OF A BITCH!!!" last night when I did it.  I NEED the GPS watch.

After I got back from my run last night, Kyle and I finally decorated the tree.  Nothing says "Happy Holidays" like hanging ornaments while watching the ever disturbing Event Horizon.  I remember being terrified by this movie when it first came out.  Now, it's just sad to see Sam Neill trying to act his way out of a wet paperbag.

While we unwrapped the ornaments, Rupert kept himself busy by playing in the tissue paper.

  Don't let the cuteness fool you.  He is the devil cat.  Maybe he should have played Sam Neill's part in Event Horizon.  I'm pretty sure he would have been the better actor.

Bronx, being Bronx, decided that he would be helpful by being lazy on the tv cabinet.

Our yearly tradition demands that we put Captain Picard from Star Trek at the top as our angel.  I will admit that the ornament is mine and I'm a huge nerd.

The finished product:

I didn't take a picture of the back or sides because we're lazy and didn't put any ornaments there.  No one sees those parts, right??