Happy Birthday to Mommy!

That was on my voicemail after I got back from my run (Yeah, peeps I said RUN - that's right). More on that later. Grace sang; Happy Birthday to Mommy, etc, and after she was done, she said "She's not saying anything". Guess she doesn't quite know what voicemail is yet. Rightfully so. She's 3. It was the sweetest thing!

To be all alone on my Birthday, I've tried to make it a decent one. I had planned on going out to dinner and have a glass of wine, a nice one. No crappy wine. But, I needed to eat early enough and quickly in order to get all the things I wanted to do, so no biggie. After I left the command after staring at CBT's (required online courses for me) all afternoon, it drained me. All the words were sounding the same, so I left at 1500 again today, and immediately got on the bike once I got back to my room. I got weird looks leaving, and not the the regulary looks I get because of the spandex, but because all the clouds were dark and it looked as if it could start pouring any second. I'll take my chances. So, it sprinkled a little but a great time to ride. It was freaky windy though and the base sits on the water, so everytime I hit a dead end (at the water), and turned around I was hit with heavy winds.

For those of you that are new bloggers, new stalkers, or new posters - my running has unfortunately been derailed lately. Specifically, at the end of July I was told by Dr. Bob to not run for 3 months because I could possibly have stress fracture in my tibia. I had swollen facia and a pulled hamstring too. I'd have to give the shins some TLC. I did that, not as religiously as I needed to (I must admit), but I have stayed off them as far as no running goes.

Until now.

I have been surrounded with running since I got here on base last weekend. This is a fit base, with a lot of special forces commands here like, EOD and just lots of people running, and staying fit. Every morning, after I get my venti skinny mocha no whip, I head to the other side of the base and pass lots of lots of sailors PT'ing - running. It's made me miss it even more, knowing I shouldn't run just yet. Well, tonight after my subway dinner, I played the dumb blonde and did it anyway. I set out to do a slow pace, of just 2 miles to see how I felt, while listening to my booty shaking music. Mentally I was 100% there, you know? But, physically my legs aren't 100% back yet. I know that. But, regardless - it felt GREAT! Well, that Dr. pepper was still sloshing around in the bottom of my tummy but whatev.

Tommorow before I pack up my car, I plan on a 15 mile bike ride and a 1.7 mile run.

After the run, I went to the exchange for some water. Only water. Well, I got in there and my instincts led me to the purse section. They pride themselves on have a good selection of Coach and Dooney purses and boy-oh-boy they do. Sa-weet! I've been visiting them a lot, well everytime I enter the exchange.

I left with my water.

And, a little present for me. She'll look cute with her big sistah! After all, it is my Birthday!!



Today:
Bike: 19 miles
Run: 2.3 miles

I haven't had a chance to read blogs tonight, so I will have to catch ya tomorrow blog homies!