Snarfle Argy McSnargy
Ok, I'm freaking the hell out (thus the nonsensical title to this post). Everything has happened all at once, and I'm a little overwhelmed.
1. I am now living in the burbs. It is way too quiet. I mean it's like solitary confinement at Alcatraz quiet. Crazy quiet. I was eating crackers the other day, and I could swear that it was so loud that my neighbors could hear it (if I have them). My new apt is ok, though. I had to sign a wildlife addendum that says that I won't feed the animals etc. I've seen lots of raccoons and huge ass spiders with webs as strong as guitar strings. No alligators yet, but they were mentioned on the addendum with coyotes.
2. A month and a half until my marathon. Had a little panic attack today. I did 18 miles last weekend with little problems (the arch of my foot cramps up at mile 16), but someone sent me this link today, and it freaked me out. Really, it freaked me out. WTF am I doing? What was I thinking? Seriously, I went to a meeting atop Central Market in May, and they showed me these damned videos with poor leukemia kids crying and fat people crossing the finish line, and I'm totally bawling deep down inside with the little lump in my throat and I signed the dotted line. WTF??? I am NOT a runner! What was I thinking? Holy shit. I could die. Really, I could die! I mean the fear has now gone from not finishing to freaking dying. OMG.
3. I have a new running group. It's still the Leuk society, but this is the clear lake leukers. They're nice. They are. I have to say that. They're much nicer than Memorial and less competitive. In fact, I came in second on Tuesday, right behind Chipper Lori who I keep calling Chipper Jen because I forget her name is Lori. Chipper Jen/Lori wears pink and not much of it because she forgets to wear clothes when she runs. She has less boobs than I do so she only needs two bandaids and dental floss to hold them together while she runs. Her shorts or speedos or something on the other hand, I'm not sure about. I wouldn't be caught dead swimming in that little fabric, much less running. She's built like a string bean, though, and has the energy of a rabbit on speed. We live in the same complex, apparently, and she's so damned excited that I could be her running partner. "OMG OMG OMG OMG, we TOTALLY live right next to each other you should TOTALLY come knock on my door and be my running partner." And she's running in place while I'm trekking up kemah bridge at the best of my ability for the 5th time, wheezing. As I explain to her that she runs an 8 minute mile, while I run a mere 11, I can see her eyes lose that twinkle and her Jokeresque smile start to sag. She looked like a little girl who had just dropped her lollipop in an ant bed. I explained that I hadn't ever run before, and this is my first attempt, and she says, "Oh TOTALLY! I TOTALLY started running in college 5 years ago." Yeah, that did it. I kicked it into gear and finished the last repeat faster than the Roadrunner. Bite me, chipper.
4. Did I mention I live in the suburbs?
5. Work is crazy insane. I haven't had time to breathe.
6. Everything I have is in boxes. Everything. I have one pair of shoes and a bra. I've been pulling shirts out of random boxes and putting them together with whatever will cover my ass. what happened was that I ran out of boxes on Thursday night before I moved, so everything got shoved into random grocery bags or duffel bags or filing cabinets--anything that holds something. I think I have a pair of underwear in a carafe somewhere, for gods' sake. My house looks like a life sized version of a Jenga tournament, boxes precariously stacked upon one another. I'm going nuts. And it's so damned quiet!!!
7. i forgot to switch my mail over, and I keep forgetting. WTF is wrong with me?
8. I can't even remember 8. I'm losing it people.
1. I am now living in the burbs. It is way too quiet. I mean it's like solitary confinement at Alcatraz quiet. Crazy quiet. I was eating crackers the other day, and I could swear that it was so loud that my neighbors could hear it (if I have them). My new apt is ok, though. I had to sign a wildlife addendum that says that I won't feed the animals etc. I've seen lots of raccoons and huge ass spiders with webs as strong as guitar strings. No alligators yet, but they were mentioned on the addendum with coyotes.
2. A month and a half until my marathon. Had a little panic attack today. I did 18 miles last weekend with little problems (the arch of my foot cramps up at mile 16), but someone sent me this link today, and it freaked me out. Really, it freaked me out. WTF am I doing? What was I thinking? Seriously, I went to a meeting atop Central Market in May, and they showed me these damned videos with poor leukemia kids crying and fat people crossing the finish line, and I'm totally bawling deep down inside with the little lump in my throat and I signed the dotted line. WTF??? I am NOT a runner! What was I thinking? Holy shit. I could die. Really, I could die! I mean the fear has now gone from not finishing to freaking dying. OMG.
3. I have a new running group. It's still the Leuk society, but this is the clear lake leukers. They're nice. They are. I have to say that. They're much nicer than Memorial and less competitive. In fact, I came in second on Tuesday, right behind Chipper Lori who I keep calling Chipper Jen because I forget her name is Lori. Chipper Jen/Lori wears pink and not much of it because she forgets to wear clothes when she runs. She has less boobs than I do so she only needs two bandaids and dental floss to hold them together while she runs. Her shorts or speedos or something on the other hand, I'm not sure about. I wouldn't be caught dead swimming in that little fabric, much less running. She's built like a string bean, though, and has the energy of a rabbit on speed. We live in the same complex, apparently, and she's so damned excited that I could be her running partner. "OMG OMG OMG OMG, we TOTALLY live right next to each other you should TOTALLY come knock on my door and be my running partner." And she's running in place while I'm trekking up kemah bridge at the best of my ability for the 5th time, wheezing. As I explain to her that she runs an 8 minute mile, while I run a mere 11, I can see her eyes lose that twinkle and her Jokeresque smile start to sag. She looked like a little girl who had just dropped her lollipop in an ant bed. I explained that I hadn't ever run before, and this is my first attempt, and she says, "Oh TOTALLY! I TOTALLY started running in college 5 years ago." Yeah, that did it. I kicked it into gear and finished the last repeat faster than the Roadrunner. Bite me, chipper.
4. Did I mention I live in the suburbs?
5. Work is crazy insane. I haven't had time to breathe.
6. Everything I have is in boxes. Everything. I have one pair of shoes and a bra. I've been pulling shirts out of random boxes and putting them together with whatever will cover my ass. what happened was that I ran out of boxes on Thursday night before I moved, so everything got shoved into random grocery bags or duffel bags or filing cabinets--anything that holds something. I think I have a pair of underwear in a carafe somewhere, for gods' sake. My house looks like a life sized version of a Jenga tournament, boxes precariously stacked upon one another. I'm going nuts. And it's so damned quiet!!!
7. i forgot to switch my mail over, and I keep forgetting. WTF is wrong with me?
8. I can't even remember 8. I'm losing it people.
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