Christmas is over and I’m back at work. I’ve been busy since I last posted the Friday before Christmas.
Saturday morning, Christmas Eve, I took Pepper out for my 10.5-mile long run. He had run that loop once before, in April, and that time, he had gotten bored half a mile from home and wanted to lie down on the side of the road and chew on the stick he’d been carrying. I figured 10 miles was his limit.
But Saturday, I decided to give him another shot at the distance, mostly so he would be nice and worn out when we went to Clark’s grandmother’s house for Christmas Eve that afternoon.
It turned out to be a good decision! Pepper did great. He kept a steady pace and ran the whole loop without complaint. We finished it in 1:21:35, average pace of 7:46/mile. After the run, I did some yoga.
A little later, Clark took Pepper out to throw a tennis ball for him, to wear him out even more. That afternoon, we went to his grandmother’s house. Pepper played with Snoopy for a little while, but pretty soon Pepper was passed out asleep on the floor. Our plan worked, haha.
Clark’s grandmother gave me some dress pants and a matching blazer, an ornament and some Yankee candles in one of my favorite scents, Christmas Cookie. Clark gave her some CDs she wanted, and a couple pairs of Injinji socks, the socks with the separate places for each toe, for when she goes walking. Those seemed to freak her out a little, but she said yesterday she tried on the gray pair and thought she might like them.
We had steamed shrimp, chicken salad sandwiches and spice cake, and then Clark and I went to my family’s church for the Christmas Eve service, followed by Aunt Helen’s party. Aunt Gail had made the traditional crab dip and fried shrimp, and Aunt Helen made her veggie pizza, taco salad and fruit dip with rum. We all got a little toasted, but apparently Clark and I left before the party really got going. The evening came to a halt when Corey threw a liquor bottle cap and landed a one-in-a-million shot — it bounced off Aunt Helen’s head and plopped into a glass of milk she had just poured, splashing the milk all over her sweater.
Clark and I picked up Pepper from Clark’s parents’ house on the way home, and got home just before midnight. Clark gave me a gift “from Pepper,” a three-in-one foam roller. The outermost roller is a large, hard foam roller, for rolling out legs. The middle roller is less dense, smaller and has these notches, for the upper body. And finally, there’s a little stick roller in the middle, good for packing to travel. They all fit together to reduce the amount of space they use.
The next morning, Clark set out all of Pepper’s Christmas gifts, and closed the door to the sunroom. Pepper seemed to realize something was up when he saw those doors were closed, and he started going crazy. We let him in the room, and he saw his new coat, harness, collar and retractable leash.
I really wish my camera was working, because Pepper looks hilarious in his new coat! It has short sleeves for the front legs, and fits pretty snugly. It’s fleece lined, and bright red. We think he looks like a lifeguard in it.
We zipped him up into it and then put the harness over it, which we thought made him look like he was about to go skydiving, haha.
I really wanted to take Pepper for a run to try out his new gear, but there just wasn’t time.
Pepper seemed noticeably disappointed there hadn’t been any toys or treats under the tree for him, like a little kid who only got clothes. But we knew he’d be getting plenty of treats later.
Then I noticed another pile of gifts that had not been under the tree before. “Santa” had come for me too, which made me feel bad because I thought “Santa” was serious when we agreed we weren’t exchanging gifts this year, so I hadn’t gotten him anything.
(Fortunately, Santa’s birthday is in January, so I can redeem myself pretty soon.)
Anyway, I unwrapped a Keurig coffee maker, a box of Dunkin Donuts K-Cups, a box of Starbucks K-Cups, a power wine bottle opener, a pair of Injinji socks and some Ghiradelli squares and chocolate-dipped Jelly Belly beans. I immediately set up the coffee maker and brewed myself a cup of coffee, to drink with breakfast while watching some of “A Christmas Story” for the first — but definitely not the last — time that day.
We went over to Clark’s parents’ house for the morning. I got a new Under Armour fitted mock neck top and a sweatshirt, some more dress pants, a sweater, boots and some odds and ends in a stocking. We had brunch after that — sausage, a cheese and strawberry danish, quiche, muffins, fresh fruit and eggs Hemingway, which were poached eggs on top of salmon on an English muffin, with Hollandaise sauce. Those were really good. I also had a couple more cups of coffee, and was starting to feel pretty wired.
After brunch, everyone else passed out in a food coma, but I couldn’t seem to take a nap. I wonder why. Samira got this picture of Pepper and me, awake on the couch, while Clark snoozed on the floor:
I read some of a book Clark had gotten, about weimaraners, and I’m really wondering if Pepper even is one. Weimaraners are supposed to love water and have a strong prey drive, meaning their instinct is to chase anything that moves. Pepper is definitely the total opposite on both counts! They’re also supposed to have 6-inch tails, and Pepper doesn’t quite measure up there either, haha.
That afternoon, we went to my parents’ house. My parents gave me cash and a scarf, my grandmother gave me a check, my brother gave me a gift card to Lady Foot Locker and my sister gave me a long-sleeved warm weather shirt from Under Armour. We watched more of “A Christmas Story,” had some more coffee, this time spiked with Kahlua and Bailey’s, and ate beef sandwiches and a bunch of candy.
And there was still more to come. Clark took Pepper home late in the afternoon, because dinner was at my Aunt Debbie’s house. Her German shepherd, Ellie, hated me for about eight months after Christmas last year when we brought Pepper, and he was allowed in the house while she had to stay in her crate on the front porch. So we decided to avoid that this year. I felt a little bad leaving Pepper home alone on Christmas, but it was definitely more peaceful at dinner. Plus, we didn’t have to listen to Aunt Helen complain about Pepper farting, whether he did or not.
I found room for dinner, which was roast turkey, corn, stuffing, broccoli casserole and rolls. The “A Christmas Story” marathon finally came to an end around the end of dinner, and no one knew what to watch instead, haha.
My nephews opened their last round of gifts after dinner. Then Aunt Helen set up the game for the “big kids” to find their gifts. We had to find six clues in the living room, put them together to make up one big clue and then figure out the hiding place based on that. We only found five of the six, but we had enough to know our gifts were “chilling with Maryland royalty,” which I thought was pretty obvious — somewhere, there was a bottle of Lord Calvert in a refrigerator or freezer, and our gifts were in there. Sure enough, we found a liquor stash in the fridge in the garage, and in the meat drawer were $50 MasterCard debit cards for each of us.
We decided we’re going to put together one of these annoying clue games for Aunt Helen on New Year’s Eve, at my Uncle John’s house, which has been in a state of renovation since before I was born. Her first clue is going to be found “near a stack of newspapers.” The next will be “in an unfinished room.” The third will be “near exposed wiring.” It’s going to take all night, haha.
Clark and I left Aunt Debbie’s, and stopped again at his parents’ house on the way home, where they were just wrapping up a poker game. We didn’t stay long before heading home, ending a very long day.
I woke up around 3 a.m. with a pretty bad stomachache, which didn’t surprise me, considering how much I had eaten all day.
I felt fine when I woke up though, and definitely needed to do something about the food baby I had grown, so I pulled on my new mock neck Under Armour top, and went upstairs for my regularly scheduled push-ups, ab exercises, invisible chair-sitting and weight lifting.
We put Pepper’s new coat and harness on him, and I took him to the trail to do our three easy miles.
The coat and harness worked out great. Pepper found a huge stick to run with and we were rolling along through the trails. About two miles into the run, we came upon a couple, walking with their two weimaraners.
I always forget how small Pepper is for his breed until I see a normal weimaraner. Both dogs were pretty big males. The older one, who was 13.5 years old, was losing his sight and hearing, so he was a little timid, but the younger one was all about sniffing Pepper and trying to play with him. Pepper, in his bright red coat and harness, was absolutely terrified, of course!
The guy who had been walking with the other two dogs said Pepper was pretty, and then asked how old “she” was, haha. I said he was actually a fully-grown male, just a runty one. That was hard to argue with.
The couple and their weimaraners — who, by the way, were not wearing coats or harnesses — went on their way, and Pepper and I finished our run. I did some stretching and barefoot exercises at home.
We lazed about the rest of the day. I made some coffee and ate all the candy Santa had brought me. We had spaghetti for dinner, and Clark got a couple bottles of wine, so we could try out my new wine bottle opener. Of course, the one I picked to open didn’t have a cork, but a glass stopper, which you couldn’t see until the foil had been removed. So we didn’t get to use the bottle opener after all.
This morning, I rode my bike out to the Sharptown bridge for hill repeats. It was much colder today than the last time I did repeats on the bridge. I did not enjoy the bike ride at all. Stupid winter.
The run was pretty good though. I did a mile to warm up, then ran five repeats on the bridge, and a mile to cool down, for a total of 4.5 miles. I rode the bike back home and did some stretching to finish up.