Good God
I just looked at my running log for the first time, and I have logged 270 miles on my itty bitty tootsies and my running shoes since i started training at the end of May. that, my friends, is freakin' insane. That is farther than it is from Houston to San Antonio, from Houston to Austin, and even from Houston to Dallas! In fact, it is the exact distance from Houston to my friend Gomez's house in McKinney. Craziness!
Tomorrow marks 2 months until my actual marathon, so my coaches are kicking us into high gear. Gone are the miles under 15, sadly. And gone are my breakfasts at Tapatia and dinners at Maria Selma's. Sigh. My new nutritionist (the old one was sent to the hospital for anorexia) is kicking my butt and putting me on a serious training regimen, foodwise. I think I shall get really tired of fruits, veggies, and grains, but it should improve my running times and help me beat the heat. And, of course, there's the addition of water, which though improved, I've still not hydrated enough.
So I lived it up this weekend in Austin on a party boat. Actually, Saturday night, I watched Alien Resurrection, Crouching Tiger, and 300 at a friend's house (great film), but I think that her boyfriend and his friends are the ultimate computer geekazoids, and I say that with all due reverence. They had 3 routers next to the TV, 5 laptops opened and operating while watching the film, and about 4 more in bags next to the computer. They could tell you how many Star Trek films each android in Alien had been in and exactly which frames of the movie 300 were exact replicas of the graphic novel pictures. I felt, well, out of place and ignorant but definitely awestruck.
Sat morning, I awoke to the sounds of Code Monkeys which was a combination of Atari 2600 and Nintendo NES. Actually, though incredibly unPC, it was quite clever. Ach, I've been infected by geekdom. Then we all went to breakfast at this "ice house." Only in Austin will you see an ice house for yuppies. This place was crawling with them and their little kids in Hawaiian shirts and slacker khakis. The best part of the morning, though, was this little boy who, unlike the other little boys playing Galaga and Pacman, sneaked over to the corner, grabbed the janitor's broom and began sweeping the place, much to the chagrin of his 78 lbs eating disordered mother. I have never seen a scrawny woman move that fast. She literally slapped his hand screaming, "NO NO That's what [insert racial slur] are for." I couldn't believe my eyes/ears.
Then we went out on the boat, which was a blast, and I've now turned my skin from Casper white to a nice toaster strudel brown, and that makes me happy. I can't wait to show up at work to hear all the tsk tsks they'll give me. Seriously, the Clear Lakeans are uberobsessed with SPF. They berate their kids for the slightest pink cheeks and then lather them with 4 kinds of products to get rid of A B C and D rays or whatever. Sometimes I wonder if these people are so empty that they have to find things to worry about. Seriously, I've got some problems they can have if they really want something to be anxious over.
Ah well, the weekend was great, and it was awesome to hang out with BCL and her brilliant computer gurus. I wish we lived closer. Then again, it wouldn't take me too long to run there. :-)
Tomorrow marks 2 months until my actual marathon, so my coaches are kicking us into high gear. Gone are the miles under 15, sadly. And gone are my breakfasts at Tapatia and dinners at Maria Selma's. Sigh. My new nutritionist (the old one was sent to the hospital for anorexia) is kicking my butt and putting me on a serious training regimen, foodwise. I think I shall get really tired of fruits, veggies, and grains, but it should improve my running times and help me beat the heat. And, of course, there's the addition of water, which though improved, I've still not hydrated enough.
So I lived it up this weekend in Austin on a party boat. Actually, Saturday night, I watched Alien Resurrection, Crouching Tiger, and 300 at a friend's house (great film), but I think that her boyfriend and his friends are the ultimate computer geekazoids, and I say that with all due reverence. They had 3 routers next to the TV, 5 laptops opened and operating while watching the film, and about 4 more in bags next to the computer. They could tell you how many Star Trek films each android in Alien had been in and exactly which frames of the movie 300 were exact replicas of the graphic novel pictures. I felt, well, out of place and ignorant but definitely awestruck.
Sat morning, I awoke to the sounds of Code Monkeys which was a combination of Atari 2600 and Nintendo NES. Actually, though incredibly unPC, it was quite clever. Ach, I've been infected by geekdom. Then we all went to breakfast at this "ice house." Only in Austin will you see an ice house for yuppies. This place was crawling with them and their little kids in Hawaiian shirts and slacker khakis. The best part of the morning, though, was this little boy who, unlike the other little boys playing Galaga and Pacman, sneaked over to the corner, grabbed the janitor's broom and began sweeping the place, much to the chagrin of his 78 lbs eating disordered mother. I have never seen a scrawny woman move that fast. She literally slapped his hand screaming, "NO NO That's what [insert racial slur] are for." I couldn't believe my eyes/ears.
Then we went out on the boat, which was a blast, and I've now turned my skin from Casper white to a nice toaster strudel brown, and that makes me happy. I can't wait to show up at work to hear all the tsk tsks they'll give me. Seriously, the Clear Lakeans are uberobsessed with SPF. They berate their kids for the slightest pink cheeks and then lather them with 4 kinds of products to get rid of A B C and D rays or whatever. Sometimes I wonder if these people are so empty that they have to find things to worry about. Seriously, I've got some problems they can have if they really want something to be anxious over.
Ah well, the weekend was great, and it was awesome to hang out with BCL and her brilliant computer gurus. I wish we lived closer. Then again, it wouldn't take me too long to run there. :-)
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