
Kids had a 4 day weekend so we decided to take a road trip. I asked them where they'd like to go and they chose Myrtle Beach....*sigh*
There is NOTHING-zip-NADA-NICHTS going on down there this time of year so of course the hotels are cheap but the drive is torture. I only booked us for one night because I knew as soon as the kids realized it was deserted, they'd wanna high tail it back home to their friends.
We grabbed dinner at
Thorny's. Thorny's is kind of a dumpy,western looking place. Hey, they have a shark in the front lobby with a six pack that would make most male athletes blush...so really, how classy can it be? They serve the kids' meals on frisbees so they kids LOVE it.
We spent the first evening in many of the 11 indoor pools. Me? I was kicking back in the jacuzzis all night. Firstly, it's January- freakin' freezing. Secondly, if I'm not in my comfy kermit the frog pants, slippers and a sweatshirt, I'd better be surrounded by hot bubbly water.
The kids had a great time swimming and flat wore themselves out.
Of course, Saturday was the LOOONG drive home during which my oldest kept the backseat warm and full of sleep filled drool, I'm sure. My youngest kept me awake by pretty much reading his nook aloud. I have never heard "Hey, Mom!" so many freakin' times in the space of 3 hours. But, I'm trying to encourage is renewed interest in reading so I played along. No matter how painful it was:)
Sunday morning dawned and it was time to run. 15 miles on the chopping block. I knew something wasn't right with me the minute I stepped out the door. I felt odd, just not with it at all. I met Liesl at about 2.5 and warned her that I was slow-ass-pokey-turtle slow today. Mentally, I wasn't there. I kept picturing the turning point in the 15 mile run and it made my head hurt. Finally, I gave up at 8.5 and told her to push on alone. I felt nauseated, fed up, overwhelmed and SORE. I managed to get 13 miles in, however ugly they were. I did get rid of the nausea feeling which I surmised was induced by the overwhelming amount of liquid I was ingesting. I made use of a telephone pole around mile 11 to relieve my stomach of the sloshing effects. Let me just say this..I HATE throwing up. I will resort to just about any amount of praying/cajoling/lying/anything to trick myself into NOT puking. So, having to not only puke but to do it in public?!? GAH! Let's just say I won't be touching mixed berry Powerade Zero for quite some time..nor will I be running past that telephone pole anytime soon.
Took today off. Hubby convinced me that streaking and trying to train for a marathon probably wasn't the best idea. Felt good to have the day off but also made me antsy. I should listen to him more often because he's usually right. He's like my parents that way. They tell you shit all the time and you KNOW they're right but you think you can show them that maybe they're wrong..never works. I thought that was just a parent thing. Come to find out, it works with husbands too! Dammit!
Off to soak in the tub with a book I don't really wanna read until my good buddy Liesl coughs up a few more bathtub books:) (FYI, those in the market for a nook and want to use it regularly while lounging in a steaming hot bath with a lovely glass of wine...don't bother. The nook acts up in the steam and really knows how to make a supposed relaxing situation turn into a bitchfest!)