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So I was thinking that David and I could save a lot of money by becoming vegetarians (haven’t done it yet), but then I went grocery shopping this morning. PET-brand milk at Wal-Mart was $5.98 a gallon.
$5.98!
The generic was $3.40, but my gosh, what is happening to food prices, people? Whew.
Anyhow, vegetarians still drink milk, so becoming a vegan may be the best way to go to keep your wallet nicely padded. We’ll see…
While talking with my dad this morning, he mentioned something that his dad told him back in the day in regards to career aspirations. With my job search still in full swing, this really stuck with me:
“Whatever it is that you become in life, let it be said about you that you were one of the best”
It’s been a busy week, but a great one. I assure you that I’ll post all about my parents’ visit, our carriage ride, our day-trip to Athens, my new Bible study, our Tastefully Simple party/cookout/game night, dinner at The Crab Shack, post-dinner walks on the beach and much more…
But for now, I’m taking a challenge. A 100-push-up challenge. I read about this all over the blogosphere, and I thought why not? Check out the challenge details. I took the initial test and was able to get to 20 good-form push-ups before my arms and abs held up the white flag. It’s hard to think that in six short weeks (assuming I stick 100% to this training plan) I’ll be able to do 100 reps consecutively. Shoot, if I’m able to do that, I’ll post a of video it.
Consider taking the challenge yourself. The benefits of push-ups are pretty incredible; they’re not just about your arms. They work your entire midsection, chest, shoulders, etc. I’m not a personal trainer (maybe one day…), but if you coupled good-quality push-ups with multiple sets of squats (and perhaps some assisted pull-ups), I think you’d be getting a total body workout–from a few simple exercises!
As far as push-up overachievers go, the world record for the most push-ups in one hour was set in 2005 by Doug Pruden of Canada–1,781. And the record for the most consecutive push-ups? 10,507 set in 1980 by Minoru Yoshida.
So doing 100? Totally feasible! Who’s on board?
I must say, I’m very much looking forward to challenging my younger brother to a push-up competition once I reach the 100-rep mark. He’s a rising senior at a military university and has heard his fair share of “drop and give me 30,” but I doubt it’s ever been 100.
Remember him? I’m such a fan of old-school cartoons. You know, the kind that were drawn by hand?
Anyhow, I went on a walk this morning with Sarah through her neighborhood, and we had some close encounters of the bird kind. There were two separate instances where a falcon/hawk/some kind of large bird with pretty significantly sized talons was being chased away by tiny little mockingbirds. They were likely protecting their babies.
It’s amusing, though, to see such a massive bird get bullied away by two or three little birds who incessantly peck at them. Neither time did the larger bird do anything to fend off the mockingbirds. It just flew away eventually with a trail of angry mamas behind it.
Later on our walk, we encountered a baby mockingbird…on the ground. One of his legs was pretty twisted, so he was hopping around on just one. We weren’t sure if the parents had rejected him or if he fell out and hurt is leg. His parents were freaking out in a nearby tree over a couple of blue jays that had been swooping near the baby. Trying to be good Samaritans, we picked up the bird and took him back to Sarah’s house to assess his situation.
The power went out last night (apparently a woodpecker got into the transformer…oh my), and while mine was on, Sarah’s was not. The poor guy seemed to be in shock or playing dead or something. He wouldn’t budge after we put him in a box (with cushioning, of course). We couldn’t do any research to figure out what we should feed him or anything (power out), so I headed back to my place to sort it out. Turns out, we should have just left him. He was likely fledging (learning to fly) based on the amount of feathers he had and based on the fact that his parents were still protecting him (hadn’t rejected him).
As I type, Sarah’s putting him back out into the wild. I so hope that he doesn’t come face-to-face with any of the many neighborhood cats or blue jays. Eep!
For today (and on Saturday), it’s a real word. Don’t bother looking it up.
David and I have a much larger living space here in Savannah than we did in Pittsburgh. It’s been a lot of fun to think of ways to spruce the place up, but we end of falling into the “expensive taste” category without even meaning to.
We think we’ve found a solution, though. There are a ton of yard sales in the area each Saturday, and I checked out Craig’s List to see what was on tap for this weekend. A lot, apparently. I’m planning to call a couple of the folks ahead of time to see what sorts of furniture they have available. Should be fun!
Ideally, we’d love to find some random artwork for the walls, a coffee table, another chair for the den, drapes and any other fun knick knacks (read: candles, dvd’s, kitchen gadgets).
This will be a new adventure for both of us as we’ve never woken up early on a Saturday morning with the intention of shopping in garages, but hey, we’re always up for a new challenge.
Any yard-saleing tips for us, you Saturday-AM-shopping-vets?
Check back on Saturday/Sunday to see how it went.
I had an interview today with BFG Communications. The drive wasn’t too bad, and the office reminded me a lot of EP–only it was even more creatively designed and decorated!
I met with the creative director and three awesome copy writers; together they make up the copy team. They were all incredibly intelligent and friendly. I really look forward to hearing what they think of me! I’ll be sure to update if/when something develops.
Thanks for your thoughts and prayers!
Back to the job boards for now…
David and I took part in the Fiji 5K this past weekend, but it was right here in Savannah. “Fiji” stands for “Fit Isn’t Just Image” and is the basis of a diet book (The Fiji Vacation Diet).
Anyhow, it was our first race in Savannah, and we were prepared for whatever the weather would throw our way.
There were about 200 people at the start, and when the horn sounded for us to start at 8:00am, it was 80-85 outside with nearly 90% humidity. Sauna, anyone?
We opted to run at our own paces just to see how hard we could push ourselves. I was ridiculously motivated and wanted to break 27 minutes (the time requirement each week in women’s rowing to maintain my gear).
I started out pretty fast (David later told me it was around a seven-minute mile pace. What!? Ok, too fast.
Anyhow, I got to mile one and was soaked with sweat and already had a side stitch from my water loss. Geez! I caught up with a tall guy and opted to pace right behind him. Good move. He broke the little bit of breeze we were running into and kept me steady.
David passed me just before mile two, but I kept on trucking. Since I wasn’t wearing a watch, I really had no idea how fast I was going. I knew I was exhausted, but I figured it was just the heat and humidity.
I rounded the last turn, and the finish line and clock came into view. It read “23:47,” but even in a dead sprint, I wouldn’t have made it before 24 min. I finished in 24:10–much better than my 27 min goal. That’s about a 7:47 minute average per mile. I was stoked!
We waited around for the awards because when David and I finished, there really weren’t too many people ahead of us. Kind of exciting.
David took third place in his age group (men 20-29), and I won first place in mine (women 20-29)! It was really exciting for several reasons. First, I had never run a 5K faster than 25 minutes, ever. Second, it was our first race since the marathon, and we haven’t really been training consistently. Third, it was our second ever run in the Savannah heat. We were both thrilled!
More races to come, I’m sure. Hopefully the next one will have money involved (yes, I like my medal, but a medal can’t buy gasoline!)
You know how it takes about three to five hours for sun exposure to “set in”?
Yeah…
