pedometer = FAIL

I couldn't figure out why my run on Monday almost killed me.

Literally.

I get that it was hot outside (105 to be exact), I get that I was tired from being on my feet all day, but 3 miles almost killing me?!? Not cool.

It also took me 45 minutes to do. Huh?!

I chalked it up to a crappy day. I tried out some new neighborhoods and stuff because I had a handy little pedometer with me that enabled me to go off my regularly scheduled route. I enjoyed the first 3/4 of the run, but I was dying by the time I got home.

Last nite I was on the treadmill doing my run* but also had my pedometer on as well. At the end of my 3 miles (per t-mill) the pedometer said I had ran .7 miles. Are. You. Kidding. Me.
*Twitter and the MJ story almost got me killed yesterday. Details to follow.

I decided to take the car out and get some idea of how far I had actually ran on Monday. It was almost 5 miles. My pedometer tried to kill me.

I have got to get my little Garmin buddy fixed. The pedometer is great for measuring steps during the day, but I just don't think it can distinguish a serious run for distance between walking around all day. Is that right? Or is my pedometer just not working right?

Weekend Wrap-Up

I cannot tell a lie. I might have been the most unproductive member of society on the planet this weekend.

And I lurved it.

Friday nite I went out for dinner with the girls, but came home early to catch up on some zzzz's for my soccer tournament. We're still playing the "whodunit" game with the dogs, so we locked up Duke, our hound, for the nite.

He screamed all night long. I almost lost my mind.

At four in the am I couldn't take it anymore so I threw his tail outside. I love my dogs, but I also LOVE my sleep. Not cool Duke, not cool. We did figure out it was him having the *ahem, problem, so he's going to the vet on Tuesday. Keep your fingers crossed it's something easily correctable. Thanks!

After soccer all morning Saturday, I came home with the intention to clean up a bit. I do seem to have an addiction to doing so! I managed to get the vaccuum out before I gave up and hit the showers. Followed quickly by the bed!

I woke up from my afternoon nap with a headache, so I convinced the Mister we should just chill at the house and chill we did. I actually couldn't even tell you what we did. Afternoon naps pretty much ruin me for the day I've come to realize.

We hit the field bright and early on Sunday and I quickly sweated out another 10 pounds. I'm not kidding. I live in the hottest place ever. (I realize that's not true, but it's my blog and I'll exaggerate if I want to). After the 90 minutes in Hell game, Mr. Perfect and I went to eat lunch with the grandparents. Don't you worry your pretty little heads ladies. I did sneak a shower in there somewhere. I don't like to offend more than 10 people on Sundays.

After lunch, the Mr. and I once again made like vegetables and hit the couch. We watched "He's Just Not That Into You" which I loved, and Mr. Perfect pretended to watch while really playing on the computer with earphones in. Whatever. I had the tv, he was happy, there was peace in the Imperfect household.

I loved our lazy little weekend. Those usually are the best. Except I'm rocking a pretty serious shin guard tan line and I have to go out in the real world this week. I'm ready for next weekend and some serious horizontal time on the beach. Is it Friday yet?!