3 posts = a charm

I can't help it. [wow, now if you hit shift on my keyboard it types everything in bold face--cool]. I have to write about the big headed baby. Every freakin day this cephalopod [though a sweet one] screams bloody murder. I don't know what her big butted parents do to piss this kid off, but damn, she has one huge set of lungs. Geez.

ok, and I know it's mean to call her big headed, but now the name refers more to the largeness of her presence than the actual size of her head [tho, I'd bet she's still in the 99th percentile there]. and even more convicting is that my beef is sooo not with this little girl. I actually think the kid is funny, especially when she spouts off fluent spanish and calls her nanny, mama [lily white parents can't speak spanish at all, btw]. I just despise her parents. Maybe I should change her name to the kid formerly known as the big headed baby. Yeah, the KFKABHB. I can come up with a cool little symbol for her and everything. Actually, Prax, can you work on that one, too, while you're inventing the fencerider? ;)

Days off

Today is a day off for me. It's my Memorial Day, since my normal day off is Monday. The good thing is that it is a much nicer day than it was on Monday, but I'm bored. Really, I should be getting my Tech apps in the mail today, but instead I'm writing this post and then will head out to do some shopping. Tonight will be a tiny 20 min run followed by getting my ass packed for a weekend of Texas style camping. At some point tonight, you should all send me texts to make sure that I get my ass in gear and get those apps done. For some reason, I'm finding it easier to find the umph to run than to write my life's mission statement on family studies. Perhaps it is because I have no real mission statement. I dunno.

So tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary at my current job, wahoo. there will be much rejoicing, and then I'm headed somewhere for tubing and camping and then it's off to nola. And yes, I will be doing my 5 miles remotely at the ass crack of dawn on Saturday, I promise. This running thing is actually good for me because my first thought, after a 'stimulating' discussion with the cp [the c now standing for chicken or confused], was to head out to Catbirds and wish Glinda, Darth, or Praxis were here. But the thought of running tonight on a 6 pack of Vault and the Catbirds' sting sounded too unbearable.

In other news, Prax and I have a new character for a comic book--FenceRider, the superhero who can't come to a decision about anything. I picture him as the fool on the hill, pondering the 24 steps it would take to actually do something [and the risks involved in each step] instead of jumping off of his fucking fence and doing it. His power? He's a mastermind at making you believe that he's made a decision and an expert debater. Prax, I hope to see a preliminary sketch of the character by June 5. ;)

A post from Monday

My keyboard/computer/monitor/everything technological is all fubared, so I couldn't post this on Monday, so just pretend it's Memorial Day, ok? Oh, and ignore the random caps and/or no caps bc my computer decides where to put them in regardless of what I type.

So today's training let me know how far I've come. I truly am getting better at this running thing, endurancewise anyway [i still look like a fool, i'm sure]. on my practice run today, i was able to run for longer than i ever have without stopping. my breathing was regular, and i didn't feel winded at all until about 1 1/2 miles. at that point, i got that stupid wind cramp, but i walked for about 2 minutes and then hit it again--this time without feeling winded or stopping until the run was over. i didn't feel sick at my stomach at the end, either. i'm really pumped because i didn't think i was getting any better. of course, this was the first evening run, and i am soooo much better at doing everything in the evening. i just can't do this morning crap. first of all, i hate breakfast and i hate getting up early, so getting up early to eat breakfast is not likely to happen. the problem is that i can't run on an empty stomach, but i can't run until i've digested for at least an hour, and i haven't figured out exactly what to eat for breakfast yet, either. everything kind of makes me sick, but running empty makes me sicker. tonight was great bc there was a 5 hour gap between eating and running. on top of that, did i mention that running at 6am just bites the big one?

and these people, these freaky running enthusiast people, are so damned perky. how in the hell can one be so perky at 6am? no one is meant to be perky at 6am. the other hard part of this early run thing is that i can't make myself go to sleep before midnight. if i try, i will be awake all night, so i usually end up running the long runs on 1-4 hours of sleep. that might get easier, though, because for the past 3 days, i've awakened at 650 spot on, and that just shouldn't happen. it does, though, and i can't go back to sleep. still, here it is at 10pm, and i feel like i could stay up til 2. ah well. tomorrow is speed and hill training, so i'll enjoy the triumphant feeling while it lasts. after sprinting and crawling up parking garage ramps, i am sure that i will feel like a failure tomorrow.
in other news, i finally scheduled a vacation, so i am headed to the Big Easy in 2 weeks. i still want to make a trip up to chitown and one somewhere else [dc, abq, co, or maybe san fran] before the summer ends. just buying the plane tickets for nola helped me overcome the burnout hump. for awhile there, i thought i wasn't going to make it. now when i feel the burnout pains coming on, i just think of the beignets, chicory coffee, and hurricanes i'm going to have in a few weeks. gets me through. hmmm, cranky running around the streets of nola by herself for the most part [gordie's going, but she'll be in a conference most of the time]--that's scary, but great fuel for blogging. finally, i might have something interesting to write about again.

runner's high

So I've finished a week of marathon training, and I have to say that I'm sort of addicted. I say sort of because when I think about it, the idea of running sounds absolutely abysmal, but then, when I actually do it, the endorphins kick in, and I am ready to run the marathon right then and there.

I spent $300 at the running store, and I have to say that it was the best $300 ever spent. My shoes make all the difference, and I am absolutely in love with my jog bra. Truly, the jog bra is the greatest invention ever, especially when it is made from dry fit material. And, I'm diggin the little pocket in my shorts and the built in granny panties. They rock. Add to that my singlet and a couple of pairs of socks, and I am the best dressed worst runner in history! Wahoo!

So this week we've run a total of 9 miles plus a cross training. I did the 9 miles, but I have to say that sadly, my cross training tonight consisted of lifting a carafe of wine to my mouth with tshirts. I'm home now, and if I want to get my ass up at 6am to run, I'd better not do the yoga I had intended. Ok, so I missed one training session, but that's better than I thought I'd do. I just hope I show up at the right place bc I didn't get on the distribution list for some reason so I have no idea where to go train, and no one will call me back.

So that's my life: running and working. I saw a movie last night, which was fun, and I hope to go out tomorrow night and blow off some steam, since I'm sure I'll have a runner's high after my 4 mile run tomorrow. Edgy and I have gone from occasionally dating to not seeing each other at all now, and really, for the first time, I'm ok with it--not good, but ok. It is what it is, right? Why waste my life on someone who just truly can't love me right now? Someone out there must have the ability.

The death of the flu and procrastination

I have been beaten by the flu, drawn and quartered and left to die on the couch. But I survived, and I am back, cranky as ever! Seriously, Wednesday and Thursday were spent in bed ALL day. Friday I spent on the couch, and Saturday, after a Zpack shock and a corticosteroid shot, I was able to sit up on the couch. Yesterday, I ventured out into the sunlight, and it didn't burn my skin, so I'm ok. The mucus monsters are still partying, but the Zpack will kill them soon, if it doesn't make me puke first.

So what am I doing on Monday, my normal day off? Taking care of business, my friends. I called Ike who is going to fix my cracked windshield (yes, the one that's been cracked since 1997). I called a lawyer who is going to take care of that insurance scam that's been hounding me since 1999 and am meeting with them at 2. I am communicating with Tech about fellowships and PhD possiblities in human development and family studies.

Cranky's gettin' stuff done!