jrune

i'm surprised i have yet to mention what the voights are now calling the month of "jrune". that's right. said just like it sounds and is what it looks - the words "run" and "june" combined. not only does "jrune" fail to flow from your tongue with ease, but it is even more painful to do.

after the husband's blog post at the end of may about the weight gained after the wedding - we decided to devote the month of june to being healthy - which means at least 30 mins (aka 3 miles) of running every single day. brandt's logic is that i myself would lose 8 lbs by the end of "jrune" if we did it. so i took him on his bet.

the problem you say? today is day three and my body is throbbing. my muscles are swollen inside and i creek like an old rocker. since our schedules don't always match up, the husband woke up yesterday morning and ran at 6 am. he said it was to get it out of the way. i believe it was to guilt me into doing it that night when i got home from work. yet, when i was leaving work, literally all hell broke loose in the skies - with hail (further north some were as big as baseballs mind you!), lightening and probably swirling clouds all the meteorologists peed their pants about [just a little] when they saw their doppler radars...

but no worries - i completed my run despite it all. only made about 2.5 of the 3, but we are keeping up ... and will remind my husband next time he complains about "his knee starting to hurt"! and believeyoume, i will win that bet by the end of "jrune"!

crack attack...

So it has happened. We're married; she's cooking; and I'm gaining weight. Think not? Try 9 pounds since that fateful 3.21.09 date. And don't try to put it on the unlimited supply of drinks and food at the honeymoon resort. No, no. I shed that with my flu/pinkeye when I got back. But it's ok, i've started to accept it. The couch is comfortable. Our DirectTV gets reception 90% of the time and red wine keeps my heart healthy. Or at least that's what I thought until I used the restroom the other day. Without going into details that might scar readers and warping this blog into an R-rated affair, I'll simply say that I was leaving the restroom and notice that the left side of the toilet seat had a horizontal crack in it. Not a scratch, not a tweak - a seat breaking crack. And it wasn't there when I sat down on the toilet minutes earlier.

I broke...I cracked our toilet seat. Think about that for a minute. Toilet seats are built to withstand the worst environments. People's bums are soft by nature. Mine has extra cushioning these days. And I managed to crack it like a hammer to an egg. I wasn't really sure how to react. Semi-proud. Semi-amazed. Semi-embarrassed. But mostly in awe. Then I started to think about what my visit to Lowe's was going to be like. Would they ask why I needed a new toilet seat? Should I sit down on them in the store and "try them out" to make sure they could resist my power/force? One with a wide base? A narrow one to concentrate the support aspect? Should I get one with a cushion or does the next one need to be steel, industrial strength? Maybe white isn't the best color on me anyways - how about a beige one?

It was about this point when I started to realize how quickly the leather seats in my Jeep have stated to crack and age; how the foam on my side of the bed has a much starker imprint than my wife's. And so as I walked away from the ludicrous lavatory trip and headed back to the couch, my wine and the current episode of cnbc, I made a mental note to myself to start running again; that, and check my office chair at work to make sure it had proper support.

-the mister