That Awkward Moment when Colleen runs out of EAAA and just keeps running.

LOL.  Have to thank Jessi for the title.  Today it was SO nice out!!  I had brought my workout stuff with me to go to the gym after work, but since it was so warm I was COMPELLED to run outdoors.  If I drove home first, it would have been dark out, so I just freakin' went for it! It was FANTASTIC to get back out there .....I did wish I had on long sleeves though.  Just the weather and we are back to freezing tomorrow.  You know the old saying... "If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a minute."

When I told Jessi what I did she just started laughing and said... well... you already read the title ;-)

Dentist appt tomorrow for the stupid cracked tooth and I am already having a little freak-out.  Trying not to think about it or I won't be able to sleep tonight.  I fucking hate teeth.

Broken

I somehow managed to break my tooth AND my abs this weekend.  The tooth was thanks to a skittle (ok.... in defense of the skittle, it's also the fault of the girl who was supposed to have a crown put on said tooth after a root canal a couple-few years ago and never did).  It doesn't hurt, but the dentist can't get me in til Wednesday and that's just irritating.

Annnnnnnd.... I totally broke my abs on the left side.  My left... not yours.  LOL  They were already sore from the workout I did with a friend on Thursday.  But then I slipped in the driveway Saturday and caught myself and wrenched my back and my abs.  They say it's almost better to just let yourself fall rather than jar your whole body trying not to.  They do.  I heard them. Then at Yoga class on Sunday I was doing downdogupdog or some crap and felt it RRRRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPP!  It hurt.  A lot.  And it still does.  I can't even roll over in bed at night without waking right up to say "OW!!"

I was going to go for a run today anyway.  But I guess I will skip it today and give myself a little break.  After telling this story to a co-worker today, he said "Can you do ANYTHING in moderation!??"  Ummm.  No.  No, I can't.  Maybe that's something I should work on someday.  Nah.  I am impulsive.  I am maybe a little reckless.  I am ALL IN... until I am ALL OUT.  It's who I am.

Santonio Holmes hates me.

This weekend I learned that my ability to piss people off is not limited to common folk.  Oh no.  It goes much further than that.  Apparently I have the supernatural ability to get under the skin of even NFL superstars.

For a little backgroud for you non-football watching folks... Santonio Holmes is a wide receiver for the Jets.  This season he has decided to go full-on diva and quit on his team in the middle of games and act like a jackass to his teammates. Unfortunately the Jets are stuck with him or they lose millions of dollars.

So what did I do?  Well I was feeling a little cheeky yesterday and said something a little sassy to him on Twitter.

colleenj74 Colleen Jordan 

@santonio10 How about chance to talk you into playing nice with the team... I can be VERY convincing!! LOL

To which he, within minutes, responded by retweeting this thing that someone else said to him.  At the time I was pretty sure it was directed at me, but who knows?  I am surely not the only person giving him shit, right?

jetsfan300 Joe miller 

@santonio10 I wish ppl would leave tone alone already...this man gives everything he has on the field! He loves his team! Let's get it tone!

But, I couldn't just leave well enough alone.  Plus I thought it was a pussy move to let someone else speak for you, so I said....

colleenj74 Colleen Jordan 

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@santonio10 Why retweet this and not just say it yourself??

..........aaaaaaaaaand then he blocked me from following him.  Oops.  LOL

So does this mean I am blocked from wearing my Holmes t-shirt to the gym too?

I spun.

Took my first... and maybe last... spin class tonight.  I was all anxiety-ed up about it all day, you already know why from my previous post ;-)  I thought of 106 excuses not to go but

1) I had already reserved my spot in the class and I know it's a high demand class so if I didn't go I would feel guilty for taking someones spot that actually wasn't a lazy slacker

2) Dyan is scary and she made me do it.

The instructor was fantastic and very nice.  The workout would have been great.  Would have.  If I could have focused on it.  Which I couldn't.  Because of the tiny little bike seat from hell.  Holy fuck that seat was KILLING ME!!!!!  I liken the experience to a gang rape... without the residual long-term issues and PTSD of course.  

So... I think maybe I will pass on spinning.  There are so many other ways of working out that don't violate me.... over... and over... and over again...like a line of skinny, boney men who have mistaken me for Jodie Foster on a pinball machine.   

One other note....  I love running because it clears my mind of the crazy-ass shit that spins around in there like nobody's business.  (ok ok... at least SOME of it) The spin class was a good workout, but it only quieted the crazy about 1/2 as much as a good run does.  I can't wait til spring!!!

Hoodies, Fat, and well.... Fat.

Check out my sweet new customized Jets hoodie ;-)  LOOOOOVES IT!!!!  (And I shall wear it proudly even IF the Jets are currently in full-on crash-and-burn mode.  I must confess.  I hate that they didn't make the playoffs... but I am LOVING this drama!!  I haven't even watched General Hospital all week!  LOL)

Dude, I gained SEVEN FREAKIN POUNDS over the holidays!!  What a freakin' loser I am!!  LOL  I was a total lazy fat-ass and ate a whole lotta shit!    Trying to find a way to get back to real life.  Still missing running outside... a lot.  I joined the Y today in an attempt to get back "ON IT" (as Karyn and I say!)  My FAVORITE Zumba instructor teaches there and I am being encouraged by friends to try 'spin class.'  For some reason I am TERRIFIED of this.  How dumb is that??  It's just that everything I have ever seen about it is INTENSE INTENSE INTENSE!!!!!!!  I am picturing supermodels and pro-athletes cycling away... and then me... fat girl in the back-- bright red, panting, and noticing as people keep glancing her way hoping to see the moment she passes out and falls off the bike so that they will have a great story to tell at parties.