Things That Are Harder Than Running a Marathon

(A working list)

- Driving on any California Highway during rush hour without swearing. Or really at any time of day

- Saying “no” to Girl Scouts during cookie season

- Watching a race in your neighborhood and not getting to participate

- Not singing along to Journey

- Wearing white without spilling on yourself

- Leaving Target for less than $50

- Learning Japanese, probably

- Captcha codes

Of course, it’s been a minute (er, almost two years?!) since I’ve completed a 26.2 mile race, so maybe my memory’s a little off. Any recent marathoners care to chime in?

In conclusion, here’s an irrelevant but adorable photo of Frankie and Chico because it’s Friday and it’s my blog.

dogs in bed

And a classic Addam’s Family clip because it actually is relevant and young Christina Ricci is the best

 

Happy weekend, racing, and long running, pals.

Sarah OUaL

Finding a Fix (Hopefully)

After three months of at-home muscle rolling/sticking/abusing and rehab exercises, my hamstring injury is still just kind of, there. Not getting worse but not getting better, and I’m finally just fed up of not feeling 100%.

shitty legs

symbolic “these are my legs, they want to feel better so they can want to run again instead of feeling like the bird poop they’re stepping in” pic

The massage and Active Release Therapy that Dr AJ did back in January made me feel like a new person with a brand new leg – all the crap built up in my muscles was being worked out and put in its place and it felt like rainbows and glitter and happy marathons (<— oxy moron?) Unfortunately as I continued to run and workout, that build up slowly started coming back. It finally became apparent I wasn’t going to clear up this tendonosis shit on my own, so I started the search for a local office to beg healing from (I saw Dr AJ in Arizona on a work trip, ICYMI.)

Friday I pulled out all our insurance paperwork – there is a disturbing amount of verbage regarding whether certain cosmetic surgeries are covered or not, by the way – and tried to translate what might be the most cost-effective form of treatment for me. Other than a sinus-related rhinoplasty or medically-necessary tummy tuck, which are real things I guess. I’m still not 100% confident that months down the road bills for a billion dollars won’t show up, but it seemed a chiropractor was the way to go. If anyone reading works for Cigna in CA and can tell me if “Covered, $15 copay” actually means “you’re about to fuck your financial world up, honey” I’d appreciate it.

Anyway, my first appointment was this morning. I blindly picked a name off the network list based on who was closest and who had anything “sport”-related in the name. It’s early going, but the signed athlete posters (surfers, motocross, soccer, mountain bikers) and casual “former triathlete” mention made me feel in good hands. Well that and my currently bruised, numb, and taped, but pain-less left leg.

I’m going back for more treatment in a few days, and in the meantime he said to just “be smart” about workouts and running. No, there’s no need to shut down. Yes, the treadmill is your friend. Yes, running faster and shorter is better than slower and longer. You said marathons? You look like a 5k or 1500 runner. Thanks dude, I know I have boobs and a body fat % in the double digits, I’d be mad but that metal knife tool you’re digging into my ass hurts more than your words so keep on, man.

trackstar

now do I look like a track runner to you, doc?

Why is someone saying “you don’t look like a marathoner” the only thing that triggers my desire to run one? Instead of saying I hate long distance and actually prefer shorter and faster, I got way defensive and played my 2-minutes-from-BQ [lame] card like my only goal in the world was to get back to a 26.2 start line.

Tell me I can’t so I will.

[haha jk not running a marathon]

[[… right now]]

Ok I’m going now before I say something I’ll regret.

Sarah OUaL

Date Night–Beers and Jerrod Niemann in OC

I’m not a reality tv watcher (please, just don’t even get me started), but I tried my best to live-broadcast mine and Brian’s date last night two nights ago all over the internet. It was a spontaneous plan thrown together and it was so glorious I thought the whole world needed the play-by-play. Do you accept this rose beer?

It all started last weekend when I saw on twitter that Jerrod Niemann was having a cd release party a few towns over, and was bummed because I was scheduled to work that day (Wednesday). But on Monday a coworker asked to switch shifts and I’m all, “sure, I can help you out, no big, oh you don’t have to owe me one really it’s cool, you’re welcome… (YES I CAN GO TO THE CONCERT!)” and got way super excited about it. Brian plays softball on Wednesdays, but I figured if I couldn’t find anyone to go with me I’d just fly solo. I’m an independent woman, damnit! And I just really love country music and how cool “album release party” sounded, so, I was going. Plus I had some killer new boots just begging for a hillbilly debut.

Conveniently, Noble Ale Works was releasing one of their limited-edition IPAs that same day, AND it was forecasted to rain, so Bri bailed on softball and we filled our pre-concert itinerary with delicious local beer and food truck sushi. What? Not normal?

date night beer

After procuring a few pints and bottles at Noble, we headed out towards the newish Bottlelogic Brewing which womp womp, isn’t open on Wednesdays. Like the rational and flexible person I’m trying to be, [warning, run-on sentence ahead] we emergency contingency planned without any Type A meltdowns and after a quick hop on the highway made it to The Bruery for a flight and the seedy as fuck liquor store next door that has easily the best craft bottle selection I’ve ever seen. [end run-on.] If you’re ever in Placentia and needs some motor oil, stale pork rinds, and some hard to find beers, hit up Mr. K’s Liquor.

After all that, we finally headed down to Santa Ana for what I envisioned was going to be a low-key, mic-and-stool, short set “bar concert.” We walked up to the HUGE Yost Theater about 30 minutes after doors opened, and kid you not there were 300 people in a line wrapped around the building. Young kids, middle-aged couples, department store boots, boots with actual shit on them, rhinestone flannel, flannel with marlboros in the chest pocket… It was like someone put the cast from Laguna Beach and the FFA chapter from my high school in a blender and spat them all out together on the sidewalk of downtown Santa Ana. Worlds collide!

I was feeling very out of sorts, like what is this weird Twilight Zone we’ve found ourselves in? but then it started sprinkling and the entire queue erupted in cries and complaints and running for cover under overhangs and I realized I was most definitely still in Southern California.

date night yost theater jerrod niemann

too shy to use the flash for my double-fisting selfie

date night boots

and the $15 TJ Maxx clearance steal money shot

Once we got inside we proceeded directly to the bar to double-fist PBRs and headed upstairs to the balcony for a prime viewing spot away from the commotion. We posted up in a good spot and watched the jam-packed dance floor move in complete sync to complex line dances I never knew existed but suddenly desperately wanted to learn. Anybody want to take lessons with me? Could be fun (-ny)…

So like, 30 minutes before the concert a clipboard/headset lady came up and told us we had to leave our perfect perch because they were having a “VIP session” in that area. She told us to go all the way downstairs, but the people one level below us weren’t getting kicked out so we shimmied down a few steps and just stood there until we could swoop back up to our primo spot.

No shit two minutes later Brian yells over my shoulder, “what’s up, Jerrod!” and there goes Jerrod Niemann walking the steps right behind me. He did his little VIP meet-and-greet thing for a while, then headed back our way to go down to the stage. I put my hand on the glass partition between the two levels (fun no-cares drunk Sarah was in attendance) and he reciprocated with a high-five and a pat on the shoulder as he walked by. Bri tried to get a pic but the flash slowed the shutter down so much all he got was a blurry shot of the back of his security guard’s head. Underexposure beats no photo, folks. Turn those flashes off.

Don’t worry, I got my #proof elsewhere.

date night jerrod tweet

Twitter, why are you so good to me?

The rest of the night was awesome – he played for about 90 minutes, a mix of new album stuff, old hits, covers (Cash, Sublime, Marley, whaaa), and dueling fiddled their guitars for Devil Went Down to Georgia. Expectations – exceeded.

date night jerrod niemann

$30 for two tickets and a cd, $4 to park, and many $3 beers… yup, Date Night was a success, indeed. Thanks for the party, Jerrod.

Sarah OUaL