Saturday, November 13, 2010

Man Parts

Sam and Ken are getting ready to run the Turkey Trot 10K. It is 19 degrees. They both have giblets, and they will both freeze them off. Ken has already had children, so I’m not so worried about his parts. But, Sam has some procreating to do at some point (hopefully many years down the line not ready to be a grandma SUAR although I might fit in better at the pool), so we need to make sure he salvages his.

Here’s hoping for a Sam PR, which would mean breaking 57:24.

I am trying not to think about the fact that I am not running. I don’t have a time for a 10K yet and PI (pre-injury) I was going to make this my PR.  Maybe I will just run a PI PR in the pool (or a “piper”) and call it good.  Running on land is so over rated anyway. The deep end is where life really happens (does that qualify as a “that’s what she said?”)

Whatever woes I have about not running today will be soothed by martinis and Sex and the City 2 tonight. The girls and I are heading to the mountains of Breckenridge for some good old fashioned estrogen bonding. Nothing says stress relief like time away with the girls.

We’ve been doing these getaways forever, like way before we had husbands or kids. These are my two best friends from graduate school, Julie and Erika. We spend our time brushing each others hair, giving backrubs (sorry guys reading, you might need a cold shower), lounging in the hot tub, consuming alcohol and playing support group. The friendship of women is incredible. It is a soft place to land. I’ll be forever grateful to these friends for seeing me through all of life’s hills and valleys. Every girl needs a best friend or two for when the going gets tough, but also to revel in the goods stuff.

Definition of a good friend: When you eat too many eggs at breakfast and have some rancid gas on the way home in the car, the kind that burns, and that friend doesn’t complain except for the occasional moan, and she sticks her head out the window only to get pummeled by gravel and salt from the highway. This may have happened last year.  I owe her big.

If you didn’t read this blog a year ago (damn you), you can get a sneak peek at our getaway from back then. Bikini photos included. Click HERE. I’ll have ones from this weekend soon.

BTW, I was blown away by your comments on my running skirt giveaway post. I asked why you read my blog because I’m really trying to gauge what you come here for. Your feedback was encouraging and incredibly uplifting. So, thank you for that. From the bottom of my skinny ass (which some of you pointed out). And, one of you might have even written an Ode to SUAR. Best thing ever. Read it HERE.

You can still enter until 11/15.

Bottoms up,

SUAR

20 comments:

  1. Brrr. Every time I think I'd like to move to Colorado I'll have to remind myself that it actually gets cold there. Now I think I'll take off a few layers that I had on to head out in our 40 degree weather... must feel like summer to you guys. Good luck to the boys, hope their "giblets" don't freeze.

    Girls Getaways = Awesome. Enjoy.

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  2. Those parts can handle 19 degrees!They could even share a pair of socks for protection. Good luck Sam.......

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  3. GO SAM! Don't freeze your giblets off!!

    Have so much fun on your girls' weekend. Sounds fantastic.

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  4. 19 degrees?! that IS cold. =/ Good luck Sam and Ken!

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  5. I weekend getaway with your besties? That sounds amazing :)

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  6. Was headed off for a cold shower but the definition of a good friend took care of it. Have fun!

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  7. Wooot!!!! Go Sam!!!!!!! You an awesome, inspiring mom and runner. Hey my hubs ran this morning and his parts seem fine..:)

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  8. Ha! At my winter running clinic, the two (female) instructors gave a little, rather awkward talk about men carrying a plastic bag in their pockets on winter runs that they could shove "down there" for protection. Sounds uncomfortable.

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  9. Have fun at girls night! I hope Ken and Sam ran well!! :)

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  10. you do have the best friends. enjoy the getaway with them!

    and goooooooooooood luck sam! 19* is cold. but i hope that he runs fast and his giblets stay safe (and i hope you know how awk i feel typing that!)

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  11. I think Sam will be OK. And PR. Are you going to be OK, surviving the 50 and so minutes that he'll be racing? Good luck to Sam and Ken.

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  12. I was right behind your boys as we turned onto airport road. I looked up and was like hey, I recognize her. My husband made fun of me. Sam did great!

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  13. Here is hoping they didn't freeze their giblets off and Sam got a PR. I am actually sitting on a plane near your fair city. Got to shut down - flight attendants orders.
    Bye

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  14. Sam sounds like a guy who will push himself to PR. Well, by now, he has probably already pushed himself.

    Racing takes on a completely different meaning when you're at the sidelines. I watched my boys a few weeks ago and it really filled me with appreciation for the times that they are there for me.

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  15. Sucks that you can't run but honestly the very next best thing is watching your kid! I am like a psycho mom embarassing the heck out of mine! Hope it went well for both your guys!! Have a blast at the getaway!

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  16. "Injuries... the price we pay for not sitting on our a$$es."

    You'll be back to running in no time. :p

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  17. Cold is not a worry...now a big wind, that sucks!!!

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  18. 19 degrees isn't so bad (tho cooler than here in the north at the moment), but what a great excuse for me to talk about penile frostbite! I've had it - it hurts like, well, I'd say like pulling your eye out of the socket and sticking it in a toaster for a while, without the warmth. Tell the boys to keep the giblets warm!

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  19. Gravel salt in the face?! Uhm, that is a great friend. ;) Estrogen bonding knows no bounds!

    Hope the boys & their giblets had a good race!

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