Hey woodchuck chuckers

I did celebrate Marmot day again this year, but really, Prax, we need to do it up big next year. Seriously. We have a year to plan it, and I think it should happen. As in previous years, I celebrated with White Russians, Lebowski, Groundhog's Day (movie), tumbleweeds, and root beer (next best thing to sasparilla). I could not get anyone to go bowling with me, however, and though the book was a best seller, bowling alone is not for me.

Next year, Prax. Next year, we have to pay proper tribute to the marmot. As Prax says, "Ask not what the marmot can do for you. Ask what you can do for the marmot." Truer words were never said.

The good news is that there is a prairie dog run coming up next month, so perhaps that will make up for the lack of Groundhog's Day bowling. It's not the same, but it is a tribute to the critter, nonetheless.

In other news, the pigeons of Lubbock must've gotten word that I did not bowl on Gday because one of them (definitely a genetically enhanced bird bc that sucker was big) came at me talons first this afternoon. Seriously, it flew up in my face with talons flailed. I just sort of froze in a startle response while two girls behind me did the screaming for me. Lol. That was incredibly odd. It really stopped itself and fluttered less than a millimeter from my face.

Then I headed out to do some running. I'm training again, this time not for a race, per se, but as part of a competition. I'm on a team, and we are competing mileagewise with other teams on campus. It's part of this Get Fit initiative they've got going on. We have to log our miles, heart rates, veggies and fruit intake, etc. Then there's sort of a Biggest Loser type of challenge process, and someone wins. We're in the advanced level, and my teammates are triathletes, so I've got to keep up my end of the bargain. I did hill training today, and I forgot how much I missed that! And so I am now back from eating some carb replenishment, and it's probably time for bed--though I have a stack of novels to get through (oh and some articles and stats assignments to do, too, but who wants to do that?).

And finally, I just looked in the mirror, and I have smudges under my eyes. how is it that no one told me that my eyeliner smeared. Really? Come on. That is just wrong. I sat at Ihop like that all night? Guh. Serves me right though. Nothing ever goes right when you don't bowl on Gday.