Flexor digitorum brevis

Flexor digitorum brevis

Did you know that was a muscle? Me neither. Until I made it sore. How is that even possible? I noticed it hurting a couple of hours after my completion of the C25K plan for the day. It is a muscle that I guess is underdeveloped. See here for details. 

I guess I'm going to have to strengthen that muscle pretty quickly if I'm going to start running on a regular basis. It seems like this is the best way to strengthen the muscle. What craziness!

Jeepers, Creepers, babies and more

Yesterday I got up and at 'em at 5 am. I had a lot to do and I wanted to include working out into that. I was at the gym beginning my C25K program. It is amazing how few people are out and about before 7 am on a Saturday morning.

On my way out the door I noticed that one of my best gal pals had posted a blog. Her hubby is out of town on business and her dog is not liking it. Mac had her up at a very unreasonable time of the morning. There might have possibly been an axe murder outside of her home. Thank goodness for Mac and his incessant barking. It was more likely a cat running amok, but the axe murder sounded much more suspensful!

I was one of three people (including the employee) at the gym. The other person was an older man that just didn't really seem to fit the 'athletic' mold. He is probably someone that walks the track for a way to pass the time. In my mind though, that initial thought running through my head, it says creeper. 

He opened the door for me to walk into the gym. He was a walker so he went one direction on the track and I went the other. The first five or so passes I made sure to smile when we crossed paths, all the while trying to figure out just why this man would be out this early walking a track at a gym. Once I started jogging though, even for only 60 seconds at a time, my ability to focus on the creeper (or notsomuch) was replaced by the overwhelming need to breath. My pace slowed as the 20 minute program ran on. By the end of time period of running/(more like wogging) walking was coming to an end, "lap 23...breath in...breath in...breath out..." were the only thoughts I was capable of forming. 

Finished my workout and then headed to WalMart. The guy that parked across from me had to have been one of the members of ZZ Top only he was crackhead small. The athletic guy that continued to cross my path every couple of aisles struck me as odd because he was wearing flip flops. I REALLY wanted to look in his basket to see what such a fit man would buy, but I couldn't get past noticing he was wearing flip flops. I do remember that he grabbed a bag of potato chips, allowing me to hold my head a little higher since I had zero junk in my cart. Athletic guy was in the check out line just before me. ZZ Top Crackhead was walking through the exit just in front of me. While loading my groceries into my truck, Athletic Guy pulls up in his mini van and says "You shur are purddy". All I was able to do was say thank you politely with a smile and continue loading my groceries. Why in the heck were all of the creepers out with similar goals around me? Guess it was just my morning!

I managed to whip up a pretty yummy quiche for the fam and left to meet Amanda. She was nice enough to invite me along to Just Between Friends where we both scored some pretty fabulous deals! The company was great! Her husbands friend took us all out to eat lunch at PF Changs Bistro. I had never been there before. It was really good! Not so great on my meal plan and calorie count, but good nonetheless. 

I was able to get home, walk in the door, sit down for around 10 minutes, and I was off and running again. This time I was headed to Jen's house to pick up some much needed guides for my Accounting class. Of course, I was welcomed into Jen's home with a hug and smile and a "Hello Miss Sabrina". I love that kid! Chas is such a polite and considerate young man! After hearing my smartypants remark about being sleepy, Jen poured me a very delicious cup of coffee and had me taste her very scrumptious treat. We were blessed with each others company for less than 30 minutes, but it did my soul some good to see her. 

I decided to take a little side trip home. Who knew that the route from Catoosa to Inola would take you through Claremore for a pedicure? Crazy, I know! I justified my indulgence by reading my MIS book while I was being pampered. There was a guy there (I guess he could have passed as a creeper as well) getting a pedi done. I don't see that as incredibly off. I'm okay with manscaping to a degree. In my honest opinion, all feet are ugly. Pedi's are just a method of pampering for me, but perhaps a necessity for others to avoid in grown toenails or remove unwanted callouses. This man? Was extremely particular about the type of polish and nail are they were putting on his toes. What the? I was going to share a pic with you, but I can't figure out how to get it from my phone to my computer without uploading it to Facebook first. 

That was the end of my adventure with the creepers =)

Wordless Wednesday (On Thursday)

I Will Always Have That Hope

My skin is incessantly itching. 

I have a lump in my throat. I feel like I could vomit.

My head is pounding.

I can't stop clenching my teeth.

I feel dehydrated, as if I haven't had a drop of water in days.

This, my friends, is a typical Sunday...the entire day...during every semester of college. I usually excel when pushed to the end of a time limit. In fact, I often put things off until the last minute knowing that I will prevail. For some reason, and it truly boggles my mind why, I can't seem to get it together as far as my studies go. 

I always have a plan. I will spend a specific amount of time studying each day. I will stay up after Logan goes to sleep and study for at least two hours. Logan always winds up staying awake until after 1 a.m. when I plan like that. I can't function on three house of sleep, therefore, my plans to get up at 4 a.m. have just been squelched. 

I wake up in time to get Chris and Kayla to school. Dash off to Zumba in Tiawah. I'm early, so I will sit and study for at least an hour before anyone shows up. Oh, look! I just got a text message...wonder who that could be from? Well, since I've got my phone out, I'll just check Facebook real quick. And before I know it, my first few peeps start to show up. So much for studying a bit. Zumba on for an hour, pick things up, and head back home. By the time I get home, I could eat my own weight in food because I am STARVING!!! So I eat lunch with Logan.

Lunch is all done. Now time to try to get Logan to take a nap. Three hours later, I am either still trying, or I have fallen asleep with him. Aaannndddd now it's time to get Chris and Kayla from school. I get them home, snacks served up and ready to eat, look over at Logan in his high chair...sound asleep...drooling. Fantastic. It is now 4:30 p.m. Time to start dinner prep (if mom isn't home and working on it already). By the time dinner is eaten, everyone is settled, and I can study some more, I have run into the exact same routine that I experienced the day before. 

I usually wind up spending all of Saturday and Sunday trying to shovel as much information as possible into my insanely busy mind hoping to be able to successfully regurgitate it for the assignments that I will have to do. I have a panic attack in my mind, ALL. DAY. LONG.

Why do I put myself through this time after time? Why don't I make the necessary changes in order to have a more successful career in college? Why? Why? Why?

Fabulous questions. I don't know the answer to any of them. I just muddle along and do the best that I can. That is all I can do...is my best. 

Actually, I can do more...I can hope. Hope that one day all of these comes easy. Hope that somehow, someway, I can get Logan to bed around 9 p.m., get up at 4 a.m. with Tom and Logan not wake up raring to go, get the kids everything they need throughout the day, Zumba, get my school work finished...dare I say it...{whispering} early, and still manage to properly hydrate, feed, and rest myself. I will always have that hope, until maybe one day, some magic lil' fairy will come reprogram my life to flow smoothly.

Wordless Wednesday

My Strange Addiction

Sometimes we get overwhelmed with our own lives. We find challenges that need overcome, but lack the direction to use the resources at our disposal. I can at least speak for myself on this topic. IDK about the rest of the world. 

I'm overwhelmed.  Logan is a challenging child. He won't fall into a bedtime routine. I've tried SO many things! I was going to blog tonight about how frustrating it is to go for over 2 years without a week full of great sleep. While trying to get Logan to relax and wind down, I changed the channel on the T.V. to TLC. A show came on called "My Strange Addiction". 

Watching an adult woman eat dryer sheets, a different adult woman, 25 years old to be exact, that grew up transgendered and now lives her life as an adult baby, and now an adult woman that has found herself addicted to eating her husbands ashes. Whoa. I think my life is pretty fantastic. I can handle knowing that my worst affliction is a toddler that wants to see and be a part of something big. 

Sleep is overrated anyway. 

Wordless Wednesday

A blogger that I follow, Tasha Does Tulsa always does a 'Wordless Wednesday'. I like the idea, so I'm going to apply it to my blog as well. Here is to the first Wordless Wednesday on Lemons Life!