Hello again, blogpeeps!
It’s day 4 of Snowpacolypse 2011 here in Georgia, and I have to say I’m very much looking forward to Saturday’s 51 degree weather. Snow days are just no fun when you work for a company based out of Buffalo, NY. Most of the Midwest and Northeast have levels for snow emergencies (levels 1 through 3; 3 meaning work is canceled). For a city to declare a Level 3, three things must happen: 1. 10+ feet of snow must fall. 2. Temperature must be lower than -20 degrees. 3. The Abominable Snowman must eat the mayor, declare himself ruler, and announce the emergency. Needless to say I’ve never had a work snow day, and my employers showed no sympathy for our 2 inches of snow.
It’s day 4 of Snowpacolypse 2011 here in Georgia, and I have to say I’m very much looking forward to Saturday’s 51 degree weather. Snow days are just no fun when you work for a company based out of Buffalo, NY. Most of the Midwest and Northeast have levels for snow emergencies (levels 1 through 3; 3 meaning work is canceled). For a city to declare a Level 3, three things must happen: 1. 10+ feet of snow must fall. 2. Temperature must be lower than -20 degrees. 3. The Abominable Snowman must eat the mayor, declare himself ruler, and announce the emergency. Needless to say I’ve never had a work snow day, and my employers showed no sympathy for our 2 inches of snow.
However, this is not the only reason I want the snow to melt.
Now, I’m not one for New Year’s Resolutions. I usually make one, but I wouldn’t exactly call the goals “lofty”. Last year’s resolution was to not go to Vegas, hit a 5.5 million-dollar jackpot, spend all of my riches on fancy cars and exotic pets, and end up in jail for tax evasion. This year's resolution was to buy a pair of pajama jeans. But I decided I needed to make one more resolution after getting winded dancing with my 4 year old (he’s REALLY into techno music, I’m a little concerned). My second New Year’s Resolution is to get into shape- more specifically run a half marathon in 2011. Because the thought of exercise makes me want to shove hot pokers in my eyes coupled with the fact that I am ultra-competitive, I think a race will motivate me. If I can somehow make exercise have anything to do with winning a glorious 5 dollar plastic trophy, then I’m more likely to actually do it.
I’ve entered my first 5k set for March 19. Originally I planned to enter a half marathon scheduled for March 20th, but decided maybe I should start a little smaller and work my way up. So far my exercise routine has consisted of our living room techno dance parties, and eating pizza/cookies everyday to “carb up”. I think for now, 5k is more my speed.
So let’s do this, Georgia! Let’s get this ice melted so I can start running! And to any of my neighbors who may see me passed out on the side of a golf cart path- if you could just nudge me to the side so I don’t get run over, it would be much appreciated.
TTFN,
AMo
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