Yesterday my dad and I went to look at 4wd vehicles for me, since I’m staying up here for the winter.
Background info on my dad: he’s your typical Midwestern gruff dad. He has a mustache so he looks perpetually grumpy. (Think Davidsgoals but with less hair and glasses) You know not to mess with him. As Dad, his word is the Bible.
So. Yesterday, he made it quite clear that he wasn’t going to be selling my car for me. He finally sold his old truck a couple weeks ago and he absolutely wasn’t going to sell my Aveo. We made a deal, that I would sell the Aveo up here, and he would come pick me up, bring me home, then I’d drive my truck back. (I know what you’re thinking, but you don’t question my dad!)
Incredibly inefficient. But, I was quite opposed to my mother’s idea of her driving my truck up in a few days (it’s getting undercoated Monday morning), my dad following in their Escape, then leaving me with both cars. Uh-UH. No one’s going to drive my new car for 5 hours before I do!!
While running errands this morning with my mom, we discussed more efficient and effective ideas, as in my dad just selling it for me…but again, you don’t tell my dad things, he needs to think he comes to the conclusion. Imagine my “surprise”, when we get home and my dad goes “I changed my mind. You’re not going to keep the car.”
…I waited. Did he mean my new one, or my Aveo??
He continued “our plan is really not good for me. I don’t WANT to, but I’ll sell your car down here.”
I played the game and “protested”…oh I can sell it…there’s more demand on the shore…I could get more money for it…
He replied with, “No. I’ll do it. Besides, you’re not dishonest enough to sell a used car. You would tell them everything that’s wrong with it.”
I did it! I accepted at CVR! My last day at the resort is the 31st.
This is a managerial position for properties up here. I’ll be staying at least another year.
And yes, it’s a good thing.
I’m not ready, nor have a valid reason, to leave the environment up here. My mom thinks I would become quite depressed if I went back to the cities. I wouldn’t have the BWCA in my front yard, nor the largest fresh water lake in my back. I wouldn’t be able to be on the water daily, or go hiking or camping or kayaking whenever I chose. I won’t be able to snowshoe and see moose in the winter. I won’t be able to hike on frozen rivers, or find frozen waterfalls. It will be expensive versus free to do all that. Most of all, I wouldn’t have a reason to come back up here.
I started this post sitting in the Jeep of a young lady named Amanda, waiting for her and her students to finish up a condo on the shore of Lake Superior. Amanda is the housekeeping manager of a management rental company that was recently merged with another management company up here.
Why am I sitting in the front seat of a strangers car?
On Friday, I got a call from the newly larger management company asking if I’d like to come in for an interview. I went. It went well. She said they’d love to have me, and suggested that maybe I would like to job shadow one day before making a decision.
I made a decision.
I guess my next step is turning in my 2 weeks notice at the resort.
Apparently all I needed was a day off. Now I’m securely secured in my dress, no crabby pants to be found! I’ve got a new hairdryer, had Arby’s for lunch, a caramel-vanilla cooler from Caribou in my belly, 3 loads of laundry done, half my apartment clean, and a dishwasher full of dishes waiting to be put away when I get back home.
I feel like my 1000th post should have more substance. Maybe about my vague posts? Let’s save that until after Monday, for perhaps…my 1002nd post? :)
I’ve had my cranky pants on for a week now. I think my 3 jobs are starting to take their toll. And it’s hot out today. And my hairdryer broke this morning. That justifies driving 80 + miles one way for a Starbucks, right?
I miss the Foo Fighters. Not personally, I don’t know them, but figuratively of course. Just a band you can listen to forever, you know? I want to be Dave Grohl when I grow up. I was driving up to Grand Marais for church and “All My Life” was coming in and out of a static-y station I picked up from Duluth. I want radio stations without static. I want to be able to listen to something other than country. I like country, but I want to have the choice of listening to Megadeth or Chopin if I choose.
I’ve been thinking about a lot over the past few weeks, and I’ve come to a couple conclusions:
I want to come home. I’ve updated my resume and am going to start applying everywhere in the cities. I’m also going to come home for the bachelorette party, pull double duty, and set up interviews for that day, or maybe the day before. Anyone in the cities want to hire me? I’m GREAT with people, and since you follow me, you know how awesome I am. :)
I also am now planning on going home for the bachelorette, and then obviously the wedding a few weeks later. I originally wasn’t going to do the bachelorette, because that would mean three 10 hour round trips in the span of six weeks, (bachelorette, wedding, marathon) but how often does your best friend get married? Well…ideally? I don’t want to miss anything, and its bad enough I’m up here.
Speaking of the three trips, its going to be expensive, just at least in gas, and I’ve been working a ton to save up some money. I work 7 days a week, at least 8 hours a day, and I usually pull 12 -14 hour days twice a week. Last week, after I came home, I worked every day, with six of those days being at 2 jobs. I would say the paychecks will at least be nice, but its going to pay for me to go down to the cities, and then POOF.
So..since I’ve been working 7 days a week, I haven’t had a lot of extra time to do anything, let alone train for the TC. And yesterday, I was at the Outfitters and putting a canoe away. As I was walking, carrying the canoe, I tripped over the steps into the yard and tweaked my foot. This morning, the top is a little swollen, I can’t curl my toes at all, and the only way I can walk without pain is completely flat footed.
My foot, my accident, clumsiness, whatever it is, is the final decision making straw that, instead of the $100+ being a guaranteed entry to the race, its going to be a donation to the lovely Twin Cities in Motion organization. I’m going to email them and see if I can use that for entry into the 5K or 10K, but I don’t expect to be able to.
The foot thing is just the icing on the reason cake. Like I said, I’ve been waffling on this decision for a while now. I’ve really got too much going on right now to dedicate myself to training properly, and since I’ve done a few marathons, and past the idea of just completing it to complete it, the next one I do, I want to do WELL. Another reason is that I want to get speedy. I want to hit a 25 minute 5K. That would be fun. I can’t do that and simultaneously run long constantly. The most shallow reason though, is that I want to lose a few pounds and feel better in my clothes. I weighed myself at home last weekend and was shocked, frankly. I want to see less fat and more muscle definition in my legs, and I know that won’t happen with 40 mile weeks.
I want to be committed with my races, like a certain kick ass Canadian, and I’m not right now. I’ve made different choices that are better for my life right now, and instead of half-assing all these different ideas, I had to choose.
Whew. I imagine that’s what confession feels like. I can skip church now! ;)
It turns out, if you drink 2-3 venti coffees a day, (don’t judge me, if you’ve been following me for awhile, you know I have no self control) for approximately 5 days, then go back to none, chances are that you’re going to end up going through one HELL of a caffeine withdrawal and have to leave work because even the very thought of bending over or moving your head makes you nauseous.
I was reading somebody’s post yesterday about them not engaging their glutes when they run and to practice clenching their muscles. That got me doing it all day yesterday. Then I had speedwork last night after not running for a few days. Coupled together, I woke up this morning with sore bits of muscles I couldn’t stretch out.
So just now, I was inspecting a town home arrival and noticed they had these little decorative molded balls, about the size of a tennis ball (think Pottery Barn crap).
Speedwork last night. I’ve been slacking on running this week. I’m going to the cities on Friday so I’ve been trying to make my apartment halfway liveable for my friend to cat-sit. Since I never have any people over, I don’t need to keep up on my apartment cleanliness… Whomp whomp. :/
People back home really don’t understand where I live. My nearest Target/Walmart is 2 hours away. My grocery store is an hour and a half away. Sure, there’s a little general store in my unincorporated town, but I really don’t want to pay $6 for a half gallon of milk.
The maid of honor has been emailing about the bridal shower and whatnot. I finally got a minute last night after my run to pop across the street and get on the internet. I explained that I live in the middle of nowhere, and would be happy to help purchase supplies of quick easy food stuff, I.e., pop or alcohol, I could buy when I get into town the night before. I explained, due to lack of resources, I wouldn’t be able to help make anything (the MOH is super eccentric crafty and wants everything homemade).
I got an email from the brides mother this morning suggesting that I could get some party favors/gifts…I.e. cute-sy note pads and Bath and Body Works lotions and trial products, things like that.
Yesterday I volunteered to take the students to the international dinner that is hosted monthly by the church I attend up in Grand Marais. It was great-I got to get to know a few more people, so I’ll see some more friendly faces on Sunday. Subsequently, I wasn’t able to do my speedwork yesterday. So…
I can’t for the life of me figure out how to set up my Garmin properly so it tells me how to run my splits evenly. I’m lucky I got it to do intervals, then I just ran by feel. This is how it turned out:
Well. Let’s just say my goal was 3:05/600m, yeah? Yeah. I imagine it’s going to bite me in my ass eventually, but I’ll roll with it.
Super excited to play hooky half the day tomorrow to go kayaking!