Odds & Ends

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Hmmm.... not enough going on in life to warrant a full blog post so I'll just hit a few highlights from this past week. Heard around the Harris household:

Me, circling my arms around Blair and burying my face in his chest: "Oh, you're so warm! Blair is back!"

Blair: "I guess so."

Me, pulling back. "Hey, wait a minute. Why are you so warm?? Damnit, have you been eating meat?!" 

(The guilty look said it all.)

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Under the "Would you say I'm too bossy?" category:

Blair was on the couch, looking at his wedding ring the other day. He took it off and was holding it up, squinting at it as if trying to read something on the interior of the ring. 

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24 Hour Ultra: Already Feeling The Love

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The 24-hour ultra challenge is this Saturday and I'm pleased to report I am feeling MUCH calmer about it. I finally got it in my head that I'm just going to go out there and see what happens. If I make it the full 24 hours, awesome. If I make it for 12 hours, okay. If I run screaming from the 1-mile loop after 30 minutes...well... who among us will really be surprised?

I have to say I have been overwhelmed with support from my running community. Friends are sending me e-mails, good wishes, and I have a whole host of people showing up at different times during the day to run a few laps with me and offer encouragement. Given that this race is over an hour outside of Greensboro, that's a quite a time commitment for someone to do on a Saturday. I've been so touched this week by the generosity of my friends. I've said it before and I'll keep saying it - the best thing running has brought me is friends. Wonderful, supportive, fun, loving, caring people. I'm so lucky. 

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Smug Marrieds: Pumpkin [Pig] Pie

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I make a pumpkin pie every year for Thanksgiving and, every year, I end up eating most of it. This is because Blair doesn't have much of a sweet tooth. In an effort to keep the calorie count down this year, I asked about maybe not making the pie. 

"We have to have the pie!" said Blair. 

"But you only eat one tiny little piece," I said. "I'm the one who eats it. I'd rather just not make it and not be tempted."

"I will eat the majority of the pie this year," said Blair. "I swear. My pie. All mine." 

"Fine," I said, pulling out the ingredients. "Just remember you promised." 

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Smug Marrieds: The Price of Beauty

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Winter is known around our house as "The Season of the Blair." The man can put off some serious body heat. You only have to hold your hand up to within maybe 4 inches of him and you can literally feel the heat radiating off him. Since my body temperature hovers somewhere around 30 degrees even in the summer, I love it. I I follow him from room to room and it's like having my own portable heater.

Except something has changed. We've both noticed it. Often times lately we'll hold hands and I'll remark how cold his hand is or--and this is Twilight Zone weird--he'll comment on how warm my hand feels to him. 

We were eating dinner the other night and Blair asked if the heat was on because he was freezing. 

"What's up with that?" I asked. "Where did thermonuclear man go?"

"I don't know," said Blair.

"I bet I know what it is. You lost all that weight this year (he lost 25 lbs in Jan/Feb) plus you eat mainly a vegetarian diet because of me. Vegetarians are known to have lower body temps than meat eaters."

"So what you're saying is this is your fault," said Blair.

"I'm saying a cold body temp is the price you have to pay for looking hot," I said, winking. 

Blair muttered something. "What?" I asked. 

"I said I think I liked it better when I was fat and warm," said Blair. 

Cheers,

Dena