Running like a Mack Truck

Two posts in one week?  Something must be wrong . . . 

Well it is.  

Mr. MHH, my sweet sister and I have completely lost our minds and have decided to run a half marathon.  

Let me begin by letting the world know the following: 

I AM NOT A RUNNER

I am not swift like a gazelle with those long lean gorgeous yoga-esque muscles.  When I run my legs put on muscle--- rhino muscle-- not gazelle.  I do not glide across the running path... I more barrel down the street like a Mack Truck.

I'm not kidding-- my quads are like weapons--- great for a linebacker... not so great for a woman. 

Good news is that the hubbs thinks I look better than ever-- he hasn't noticed that we could now share pants. (Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit)

Did I mention said half marathon is less than two weeks away?

Oh yes, and I'm sick-- day 6 and it's bad. Loss of voice, coughing, runny nose, achy all over... my co-workers are calling me "Patient Zero."  Yes, it's pretty nasty. 

Needless to say, this has put a serious cramp in my training.  I rested Saturday and Sunday hoping that I would be raring to go yesterday for a 12 miler.  

Not.

So.

Fast.

About 3 miles in I had to stop-- the intense stabbing pain in my throat every time I took a breath was just a bit much.  So, back to the pavement this evening--- Mr. MHH has a guys' night, so I won't have to keep up with his pace and can just truck through it on my own.  We'll be keeping the fingers seriously crossed-- and the legs so they look slimmer.

xoxo,

Mrs. Mack Truck

Catching up on birthdays . . . .

So the last time I updated you all, it was a month late on my birthday celebration... so now we'll catch up on Mr. MHH's and what we've been doing lately.

For Mr. MHH's 29th birthday, I thought it'd be really really fun to throw him a surprise party.  I wanted to have it at our home and do all the cooking and baking and decorating myself.  After some thought/ reality check/ recovery from temporary insanity, I realized that the amount of work I was about to undertake was NOT going to be something I could keep a secret-- not with the bash I had planned!  So, I ruined my own surprise . . . that's just how I roll.

Regardless of the lack of surprise, it was a smashing success! More than 25 of our friends came and I had prepared a feast to celebrate the birthday of the love of my life!  We had sangria and other adult begs, shrimp chipotle wonton cups. black bean cilantro cakes, veggies with homemade hummus, mustard-rubbed pork tenderloin, and a 3 layer coconut-walnut-cream cheese cake.  (Take THAT Martha Stewart!!)

Thank goodness for friends who arrived early to help me finish everything off!  And it was DELICIOUS-- my first party at our new home and Mr. MHH was really thrilled.

It was a really great turn out, especially for a Wednesday night, and almost every morsel of food was gone by the end.  I think maybe we had 2 wonton cups, 1 black bean cake, and a glass of sangria left.  Success!

Mr. MHH's friends did point out that now that I set the bar so high, I'm going to have a hard time planning his 30th- so I've decided the big bash is going to be hot dogs and bowling next year.  After all, can't get too predictable.