Darn. Missed my weekend runs that would have taken me to my weekly goal of 15 miles. Of course I can explain. First, I crashed into a median Friday night and got a flat tire. So I didn't have a car all weekend. Then, like a drug addict who just cant get enough, I relapsed hard with The Man. We spent practically alll weekend together. Bad. Bad. Bad.
HOWEVER!
I saw my co-fitness instructor-in-training Martina's week-old baby. He's preciously perfect in every way. I'm in love. I'm not even upset that six days after giving birth she already weighed less than me.
Last night I was in kickboxing class. Martina and I decided this would probably be the class we taught, but it's too bad I like it less than spinning, body sculpt, yoga and practically everything else. What I really want to teach is...HIP HOP!
My gym -- whose clientele is probably 90% to 95% white -- doesn't offer hip hop. That could be a good thing. See, maybe that means I dont have to be really, really technical (not saying white people can't dance, exactly...). Maybe I can dance good enough to start up a class. I'm possibly checking out a class in Philly on Sunday and another local class in a couple of weeks. I'll get more of a feel if I can handle it.
I was fantasizing about this last night during kickboxing and I continued to fantasize about it at home. So I started cleaning my room and listening to a new hip hop CD I'm reviewing. Then I began to dance...
In front of the mirror, hips shaking and hair swinging, I made up routines for my own private music video. I puffed out my butt so it'd look bigger than it was and I shook that too.
I believe JLo said it best in the opening credits to her new reality show: The life of a dancer is not always an easy life but if you love what you're doing, it's worth it.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Life. Nothing else.
Yesterday I called my mom to let her know it was my ex's birthday. She likes him more than me, so I figured she'd want to know.
She called him, and he proceeded to tell her how I'd forgotten his birthday and he had to call me to let me know. My mom tells him not to worry, that I'd forgotten her birthday once too. It's like, Mom, I was a senior in college! How does that count???
So while I'm on the phone with my mom she tells me it's like a heatwave in San Diego, she had to open aallll the windows cause she was burning up. I say "Mom, no it's not. I went online. It's 73." She tells me that can't be right, she thinks it's closer to 100.
I write this just minutes after I could barely take in any air this morning because it was so cold my throat began to constrict.
I've decided to up my mileage to 15 miles per week. So far this week I've done 8.5 which leaves a couple short runs this weekend to hit my target. Kim and I think Martina are gonna do the 5K the day of the half marathon so it should be a fun, festive affair.
Also expecting to be fun is meeting Curly Su ! I can't wait. She and I are both dealing with dumb men issues. Mostly like why can't we get rid of WRONG men who clearly don't appreciate our greatness and treat us right?
I'm gonna meet her sometime in February, in Philly. I love blogging for reasons like this. Sure I may be older and it's harder to meet people but through the Internet, the possibilities are endless
She called him, and he proceeded to tell her how I'd forgotten his birthday and he had to call me to let me know. My mom tells him not to worry, that I'd forgotten her birthday once too. It's like, Mom, I was a senior in college! How does that count???
So while I'm on the phone with my mom she tells me it's like a heatwave in San Diego, she had to open aallll the windows cause she was burning up. I say "Mom, no it's not. I went online. It's 73." She tells me that can't be right, she thinks it's closer to 100.
I write this just minutes after I could barely take in any air this morning because it was so cold my throat began to constrict.
I've decided to up my mileage to 15 miles per week. So far this week I've done 8.5 which leaves a couple short runs this weekend to hit my target. Kim and I think Martina are gonna do the 5K the day of the half marathon so it should be a fun, festive affair.
Also expecting to be fun is meeting Curly Su ! I can't wait. She and I are both dealing with dumb men issues. Mostly like why can't we get rid of WRONG men who clearly don't appreciate our greatness and treat us right?
I'm gonna meet her sometime in February, in Philly. I love blogging for reasons like this. Sure I may be older and it's harder to meet people but through the Internet, the possibilities are endless
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Today I say a Prayer
Not long after I started distance running a couple of years ago, I began to pray before most of my runs. It was a way to deal with the: “Damn! I have to do a 10-miler today and I’d MUCH rather lie here and watch reality TV.”
I used to haaaate running. In high school, Monday was our one-mile day and I’d do whatever I could to get out of it.
I grew to like it but there are still plenty of days when I can think of many other things I’d like to do rather than that week’s looong run.
So I’d pray. I’d thank God for giving me my health and my body and the ability to run. I’d thank him for letting me be outside enjoying what he created.
Today, one of my dearest friends e-emailed me. His sister, who is 22, was in a bad car accident this weekend. Her spine was broken and she’s now paralyzed from the waist down.
I have no doubt this girl – who I have never met but I know he is close with – will still live life to the fullest. She’s an artist and I know she’ll still take all the good out of life she can.
But it reminds me of my prayers. Should something happen to me, I’ve thought from time to time, I know I’ll make the best of it. Life would be different but not over.
But it would be devastating. I have no illusions about that.
My prayers have become more infrequent before runs, busy thinking about this nonsense and that.
Tomorrow I’m going snowboarding before work. And while I am praying for my friend’s sis, I’ll also give a prayer of thanks. And I'll try to remember to always do so
I used to haaaate running. In high school, Monday was our one-mile day and I’d do whatever I could to get out of it.
I grew to like it but there are still plenty of days when I can think of many other things I’d like to do rather than that week’s looong run.
So I’d pray. I’d thank God for giving me my health and my body and the ability to run. I’d thank him for letting me be outside enjoying what he created.
Today, one of my dearest friends e-emailed me. His sister, who is 22, was in a bad car accident this weekend. Her spine was broken and she’s now paralyzed from the waist down.
I have no doubt this girl – who I have never met but I know he is close with – will still live life to the fullest. She’s an artist and I know she’ll still take all the good out of life she can.
But it reminds me of my prayers. Should something happen to me, I’ve thought from time to time, I know I’ll make the best of it. Life would be different but not over.
But it would be devastating. I have no illusions about that.
My prayers have become more infrequent before runs, busy thinking about this nonsense and that.
Tomorrow I’m going snowboarding before work. And while I am praying for my friend’s sis, I’ll also give a prayer of thanks. And I'll try to remember to always do so
Signing Up is the First Step
I’m procrastinating but also excited to share that yesterday I registered for the Lehigh Valley half marathon!
After running the race in 2005, I was shut out last year because I registered too late. So BMI boy and I decided to do a half the same day in New Jersey. A day before the race I canceled, following a series of oh, mishaps and mistakes, and instead urban sunbathed on my apartment roof with Kim sipping margaritas and wondering if I would ever get my shit together. Oh, how time flies.
Anyway. The race start is approx. 5 blocks from my house at at $40, you can’t get much cheaper. Kim’s doing the 5K (Welcome back, Kimberly!).
When: April 29.
Start: 8 a.m.
Estimated finish time: TBD
Oh and I also met with the local director of Girls on the Run. It’s an even better program than I thought. Through physical activities girl are taught self-esteem and confidence, and ethics and life skills. And at the end is a 5K. I’m probably gonna be stuck on the fundraising and promotions side because of my work schedule, but it’s better than nothing.
I am walking around with a lightness I haven't felt in months. I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes....
Last weekend I headed to the Bronx to visit a guy I had met in November. He showered me with attention, and even booked a limo for our Saturday night outing at this new club. I am starting to get used to this single life...
After running the race in 2005, I was shut out last year because I registered too late. So BMI boy and I decided to do a half the same day in New Jersey. A day before the race I canceled, following a series of oh, mishaps and mistakes, and instead urban sunbathed on my apartment roof with Kim sipping margaritas and wondering if I would ever get my shit together. Oh, how time flies.
Anyway. The race start is approx. 5 blocks from my house at at $40, you can’t get much cheaper. Kim’s doing the 5K (Welcome back, Kimberly!).
When: April 29.
Start: 8 a.m.
Estimated finish time: TBD
Oh and I also met with the local director of Girls on the Run. It’s an even better program than I thought. Through physical activities girl are taught self-esteem and confidence, and ethics and life skills. And at the end is a 5K. I’m probably gonna be stuck on the fundraising and promotions side because of my work schedule, but it’s better than nothing.
I am walking around with a lightness I haven't felt in months. I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes....
Last weekend I headed to the Bronx to visit a guy I had met in November. He showered me with attention, and even booked a limo for our Saturday night outing at this new club. I am starting to get used to this single life...
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Welcome, NYR'ers!!
It's that time of the year again. Funny, I blogged about this very phenomena last January proving once again, as much as things change, they stay very much the same...
Welcome to my gym, NYRs!!!!!!!!! First let me applaud you for making the decision to make 2007 the year you chose to join a gym. As you reap the benefits of feeling emotionally, physically and mentally better, I too am reaping benefits.
The first benefit is my gym parking lot, which during rush hour resembles a Wal-Mart on Black Friday. Last night I only had to circle for 13 minutes to find a spot, and was only cut off by two people as I attempted to park.
Another benefit is a cozier environment for my group classes. No longer do I have a little space on my left or right during my body scuplt class but really, who needs it? Americans are known for needing much more space than other cultures. Well, not this girl. Come closer, you, I can't quite feel your sweaty body against mine.
Walking in a straight line in overrated. Thanks to my new gym-mates I get to weave around folks busy admiring themselves, others or busy on their phone. Makes for a more interesting walk so bing! - another plus.
Who needs stretching? I'd rather use the stretching mats as a place to socialize and gather to catch up on gossip. Why didn't I ever think of that use before?
So welcome, beloved New Years Resolutioners! Let's enjoy our few weeks together, shall we?
Welcome to my gym, NYRs!!!!!!!!! First let me applaud you for making the decision to make 2007 the year you chose to join a gym. As you reap the benefits of feeling emotionally, physically and mentally better, I too am reaping benefits.
The first benefit is my gym parking lot, which during rush hour resembles a Wal-Mart on Black Friday. Last night I only had to circle for 13 minutes to find a spot, and was only cut off by two people as I attempted to park.
Another benefit is a cozier environment for my group classes. No longer do I have a little space on my left or right during my body scuplt class but really, who needs it? Americans are known for needing much more space than other cultures. Well, not this girl. Come closer, you, I can't quite feel your sweaty body against mine.
Walking in a straight line in overrated. Thanks to my new gym-mates I get to weave around folks busy admiring themselves, others or busy on their phone. Makes for a more interesting walk so bing! - another plus.
Who needs stretching? I'd rather use the stretching mats as a place to socialize and gather to catch up on gossip. Why didn't I ever think of that use before?
So welcome, beloved New Years Resolutioners! Let's enjoy our few weeks together, shall we?
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
How to save $160 a month and still train with the pros
So far, so good, in training land 2007...
First, my old training partner Kim has returned, and Sunday we set out for a 1-mile trot. If I had a bad year, Kimmie's was equally full of emotional turmoil. I think we reacted off each other, and I was hardly the type of girl with whom you wanted anything in common. This year she will feed off my productivity and good vibes.
Second, and this is pretty cool, I've got my own personal fitness instructor! He's trained by the pros. He shows me form and new core exercises. He trains with a vengeance. And the best part is -- he pays for the training and I get the free leftovers!
He just started training, which means I havent learned a whole lot. Yet. Just some terrible, terrible crunches on this terrible, terrible machine where it's hard for me to even get my legs up over the bar. But a part of me secretly loves it. And I've never loved abs work before. And the learning has just begun.
Last night my buddy told me my belly has taken me years to get, so it's gonna take me years to work it down. I told him I dont have that long. Three months, I've got three months to tone down the belly to be ready for spring, when fitness instructor classes start. Plenty of time.
I cooked five meals worth of healthy goodness this morning before work. I haven't done that in ages! Since, since...before The Man entered my life.
Oh dont worry, I promise not to corrupt every post by mentioning him. My point is daily, in small ways, life is returning to normal. Even if the nights sometimes still drag painfully on...
Finally, a special THANK YOU to all the Ely haters in the bar Sunday cheering the Eagles onto victory over Daddy's boy.
First, my old training partner Kim has returned, and Sunday we set out for a 1-mile trot. If I had a bad year, Kimmie's was equally full of emotional turmoil. I think we reacted off each other, and I was hardly the type of girl with whom you wanted anything in common. This year she will feed off my productivity and good vibes.
Second, and this is pretty cool, I've got my own personal fitness instructor! He's trained by the pros. He shows me form and new core exercises. He trains with a vengeance. And the best part is -- he pays for the training and I get the free leftovers!
He just started training, which means I havent learned a whole lot. Yet. Just some terrible, terrible crunches on this terrible, terrible machine where it's hard for me to even get my legs up over the bar. But a part of me secretly loves it. And I've never loved abs work before. And the learning has just begun.
Last night my buddy told me my belly has taken me years to get, so it's gonna take me years to work it down. I told him I dont have that long. Three months, I've got three months to tone down the belly to be ready for spring, when fitness instructor classes start. Plenty of time.
I cooked five meals worth of healthy goodness this morning before work. I haven't done that in ages! Since, since...before The Man entered my life.
Oh dont worry, I promise not to corrupt every post by mentioning him. My point is daily, in small ways, life is returning to normal. Even if the nights sometimes still drag painfully on...
Finally, a special THANK YOU to all the Ely haters in the bar Sunday cheering the Eagles onto victory over Daddy's boy.
Saturday, January 06, 2007
The Year That Wasn't
It's Saturday, and that means reflection day. Actually, Fridays are usually reflection days but I'm in the office alone so today it is.
I'm writing this post and by writing it I'm not allowed to dwell on it anymore. Because I have this terrible habit of dwelling on the past and driving myself crazy doing it.
I just read Mouse's post of the year that just was. Her mother died, which was terrible and sad. Still, she had an amazing year as she dealt with the grief. Grew personally and professionally and emotionally.
I got to thinking about my 2006. My family and friends remained safe and healthy, as did I.
But beyond that, it was for me a dismal year.
...Professionally it was the worst year of my life. I can't think of a single story I wrote that I am eager to show off.
...I did approximately one whole race, a sprint tri with average times.
...Many, many Saturday and Sunday mornings I spent upset and crying over my relationship with a man, and too many of those days I plied myself with alcohol to dull the pain.
...Many, many Saturday and Sunday mornings when I was not upset, I was lying in his bed, and we spent countless wasted hours in bed watching TV.
...I exchanged thousands of emails with my sister and my friend, nearly every day trying to make sense of a senseless, meaningless relationship.
My year is a....blur. The months all swirl together in a haze and I'm having trouble remembering anything memorable.
It's as if the year happened, but I didn't live it.
Now, here's where I come in. To take back my life.
Im changing job assignments next month. Somehow I've managed to get a more high-profile position at my paper, and I'm going to take full advantage of it. No more leaving work feeling some days as though I've cheated the company.
I've got a lunch date in two weeks with the leader of an organization called Girls on the Run. It's a group that trains at risk girls to do a 5k, along the way teaching them skills like confidence, self-worth. If that doesnt work out, I'm still finding some group to volunteer this year. I have way too much free time to not be giving back to my community.
I'm going to try and become a fitness instructor and learn to knit. I'm waiting for my friend Martina to have her baby in a week or so and then in a couple of months we'll start the fitness thing together. She's always wanted to teach too. And Kim and I are going to a knitting class in a couple of weeks. My moms started to teach me over Christmas but it's goshdarn hard. My goal is to by her birthday send her a scarf.
I'm going to reign in my spending and dramatically reduce my evenings out. I'm bored anyway, the same places, the same faces....And now they just bring back bad memories. Instead, I'll spend quality time with my girlfriends
That's a good start.
Ive been back in blogland for just a few days now but I immediately remember why I love it so much. So many people are so damn inspiring and doing such fantastic things, whether it's completing or training for a big race, or being a mom and wife, or getting a job promotion...why, I cant just be a gal on the sidelines. I've got to do something good too.
But that's the beauty of January. Even the most hardened of hearts can find hope in this month, when the year beckons, and we are given a fresh start, and life's offerings seem there for the taking.
Life's too short to waste on another blurry year.
I'm writing this post and by writing it I'm not allowed to dwell on it anymore. Because I have this terrible habit of dwelling on the past and driving myself crazy doing it.
I just read Mouse's post of the year that just was. Her mother died, which was terrible and sad. Still, she had an amazing year as she dealt with the grief. Grew personally and professionally and emotionally.
I got to thinking about my 2006. My family and friends remained safe and healthy, as did I.
But beyond that, it was for me a dismal year.
...Professionally it was the worst year of my life. I can't think of a single story I wrote that I am eager to show off.
...I did approximately one whole race, a sprint tri with average times.
...Many, many Saturday and Sunday mornings I spent upset and crying over my relationship with a man, and too many of those days I plied myself with alcohol to dull the pain.
...Many, many Saturday and Sunday mornings when I was not upset, I was lying in his bed, and we spent countless wasted hours in bed watching TV.
...I exchanged thousands of emails with my sister and my friend, nearly every day trying to make sense of a senseless, meaningless relationship.
My year is a....blur. The months all swirl together in a haze and I'm having trouble remembering anything memorable.
It's as if the year happened, but I didn't live it.
Now, here's where I come in. To take back my life.
Im changing job assignments next month. Somehow I've managed to get a more high-profile position at my paper, and I'm going to take full advantage of it. No more leaving work feeling some days as though I've cheated the company.
I've got a lunch date in two weeks with the leader of an organization called Girls on the Run. It's a group that trains at risk girls to do a 5k, along the way teaching them skills like confidence, self-worth. If that doesnt work out, I'm still finding some group to volunteer this year. I have way too much free time to not be giving back to my community.
I'm going to try and become a fitness instructor and learn to knit. I'm waiting for my friend Martina to have her baby in a week or so and then in a couple of months we'll start the fitness thing together. She's always wanted to teach too. And Kim and I are going to a knitting class in a couple of weeks. My moms started to teach me over Christmas but it's goshdarn hard. My goal is to by her birthday send her a scarf.
I'm going to reign in my spending and dramatically reduce my evenings out. I'm bored anyway, the same places, the same faces....And now they just bring back bad memories. Instead, I'll spend quality time with my girlfriends
That's a good start.
Ive been back in blogland for just a few days now but I immediately remember why I love it so much. So many people are so damn inspiring and doing such fantastic things, whether it's completing or training for a big race, or being a mom and wife, or getting a job promotion...why, I cant just be a gal on the sidelines. I've got to do something good too.
But that's the beauty of January. Even the most hardened of hearts can find hope in this month, when the year beckons, and we are given a fresh start, and life's offerings seem there for the taking.
Life's too short to waste on another blurry year.
New looks, old places
Hmm, this isn't right. Leahc suggested moving over to the new blogger cause it's easier. So I did, then in the span of approx. 3 minutes managed to completely discombobulate my blog. Now look at this mess. But I've called for reinforcements (that's you, Scott). I'll get this thing down someday.
Received a yoga mat for Christmas from a friend. Tried it out Thursday. Yoga's great. I didn't leaving feeling all zen-y but I worked muscles (including lots of abs) I dont normally. Great, core training rules.
I went out last night to the usual spots. Talk about feeling the time has come and gone for those places. Plus all they do is remind me of the man and I nearly burst out crying in the middle of the dance floor. Geez. This heartache thing sucks.
In better news, tonight my friend's having a playoff party and tomorrow I'm meeting people to watch Eli take a mean beating, further revealing what an overrated has been he is. Thank heavens for the playoffs. Thanks heavens for football.
It's like 70 degrees in northeastern PA today. Life can't be all that bad.
Received a yoga mat for Christmas from a friend. Tried it out Thursday. Yoga's great. I didn't leaving feeling all zen-y but I worked muscles (including lots of abs) I dont normally. Great, core training rules.
I went out last night to the usual spots. Talk about feeling the time has come and gone for those places. Plus all they do is remind me of the man and I nearly burst out crying in the middle of the dance floor. Geez. This heartache thing sucks.
In better news, tonight my friend's having a playoff party and tomorrow I'm meeting people to watch Eli take a mean beating, further revealing what an overrated has been he is. Thank heavens for the playoffs. Thanks heavens for football.
It's like 70 degrees in northeastern PA today. Life can't be all that bad.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
To a Fresh Start
I took basically the last five months of 2006 off, finally admitting there would be no races, no heavy training. In the haze of the mess the rest of my life had become, it seemed silly for me to continue the facade of being a "blogger."
But I'd like to blog again. I've missed my cyber-friends, have seen loads of new potential mates since I stopped posting, and I've missed training. I feel energized and ready to go.
To quickly update on my practically last post:
Weight: I haven't gained any. (* *)
Finances: Still a wreck. But I've paid off one of two credit cards. Too bad it was the smaller debt one. (-)
New shoes: None yet. Nuts. (-)
More Core Workouts: Check. (*)
Community Service: Not yet. Emphasis on yet (-)
Novel: Not just yet (-)
Tree Climbing: Nah. But I was just kidding on that.
Elmo: Mom and the kid were over it by Christmas.
Love life: The asshole's gone! (* * * * * * *)
Final score: I win. Cause the man's gone. I am trying not to dwell in the fact he was in my life as long as he was, having seen rather strong signs he should have been out, oh, say, October 2005.
I've updated my race schedule (see right).
Now, I call on the lovely bloggers of the RBF family....
With a new year upon us, I feel a new look for this web site is a necessity. The problem being of course, I know how to do nothing except post and make changes to side bar.
Anyone interested in redesigning this?
Please, don't all come at once. I know the idea of designing someone else's running blog sounds fabulously interesting but if there is any interest, I promise to be easy accepter of all ideas.
I'm simply too embarassed to ask Susan for a second re-design (she did this one. Isnt it fabulous?). I doubt she'd want to, right, Susan...?
So there I go again, as usual it's all about me, me, me.
Happy New Year!!!!!!
I know 2007 will be a fantastic year, I feel it all over.
To quote the fabulous movie "Love, Actually," and the song in that flick, "I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes..."
But I'd like to blog again. I've missed my cyber-friends, have seen loads of new potential mates since I stopped posting, and I've missed training. I feel energized and ready to go.
To quickly update on my practically last post:
Weight: I haven't gained any. (* *)
Finances: Still a wreck. But I've paid off one of two credit cards. Too bad it was the smaller debt one. (-)
New shoes: None yet. Nuts. (-)
More Core Workouts: Check. (*)
Community Service: Not yet. Emphasis on yet (-)
Novel: Not just yet (-)
Tree Climbing: Nah. But I was just kidding on that.
Elmo: Mom and the kid were over it by Christmas.
Love life: The asshole's gone! (* * * * * * *)
Final score: I win. Cause the man's gone. I am trying not to dwell in the fact he was in my life as long as he was, having seen rather strong signs he should have been out, oh, say, October 2005.
I've updated my race schedule (see right).
Now, I call on the lovely bloggers of the RBF family....
With a new year upon us, I feel a new look for this web site is a necessity. The problem being of course, I know how to do nothing except post and make changes to side bar.
Anyone interested in redesigning this?
Please, don't all come at once. I know the idea of designing someone else's running blog sounds fabulously interesting but if there is any interest, I promise to be easy accepter of all ideas.
I'm simply too embarassed to ask Susan for a second re-design (she did this one. Isnt it fabulous?). I doubt she'd want to, right, Susan...?
So there I go again, as usual it's all about me, me, me.
Happy New Year!!!!!!
I know 2007 will be a fantastic year, I feel it all over.
To quote the fabulous movie "Love, Actually," and the song in that flick, "I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes..."
Saturday, December 02, 2006
my torrid love affair
I sit here basking in the afterglow of my lover. I had to write while this feeling is fresh in my mind.
The solitary run, on a day cold enough to keep most people home, was today euphoric. If I could orgasm during a run today would have been it.
It's been so long since I felt the way I did today. So strong and powerful, so healthy, so incredibly alive. Like I could do anything. And so grateful that today, even the leafless trees were beautiful.
One day I'll be strong enough to leave my other lover. While he makes me question my self-worth you enhance mine. Instead of having to beg for a phone call or an invite out, you call me, begging me to join you on the soft gravel path. One day very soon I will be strong enough to leave him, but you, dear lover, you aren't going anywhere.
The solitary run, on a day cold enough to keep most people home, was today euphoric. If I could orgasm during a run today would have been it.
It's been so long since I felt the way I did today. So strong and powerful, so healthy, so incredibly alive. Like I could do anything. And so grateful that today, even the leafless trees were beautiful.
One day I'll be strong enough to leave my other lover. While he makes me question my self-worth you enhance mine. Instead of having to beg for a phone call or an invite out, you call me, begging me to join you on the soft gravel path. One day very soon I will be strong enough to leave him, but you, dear lover, you aren't going anywhere.
Friday, October 06, 2006
As Lawrence Welk might say, Until we meet again...
So ya, I’ve been meaning to write this for awhile but i’ll start, then stop, then start, then whatever.
I’m signing off for the year from this blog. I’ve decided I’m done training for anything for 2006. There’s a team of us doing the Chicago Olympic Triathlon so as I begin early next year training for that, I’ll be back.
Since I decided my race schedule was done this year –– and 2006 consisted of a whole sprint triathlon. Whoppee – my workouts became less intense. Oh I still run at least 3 times a week, but instead of an 8 or 10 miler, it’s closer to 3 or 5. Mysteriously, I have consumed the same amount of calories as when I’m in hardcore mode.
With that in mind, my off-season goals:
1. Not enter 2007 having to lose 15 or 20 pounds.
2. Figure out what is going on in my love life. Since for the last year I have unsuccessfully tried various ways of making the puzzle fit, this might prove difficult.
3. Get my finances in some kind of shape. Part of my decision to not do any immediate races is because of the costs involved with registering, travel, etc.
4. Get a new pair of running shoes. I’m actually in the same pair I used in the 2005 Vegas marathon. What a mess.
5. Work on incorporating core workouts as part of my training.
6. Get involved in community service.
7. Begin work on my novel.
8. Climb the tallest tree.
9. Have I mentioned I’d like to get my love life in order?
And finally, in what might prove the most difficult among the ten...
10. Get the new Elmo doll for my mom (yes you read this right. My MOM wants it) in time for Christmas. Wish me luck.
I’ll let you know next year how successful I was in accomplishing these 10 things. Until then, happy running, swimming and biking. Peace.
I’m signing off for the year from this blog. I’ve decided I’m done training for anything for 2006. There’s a team of us doing the Chicago Olympic Triathlon so as I begin early next year training for that, I’ll be back.
Since I decided my race schedule was done this year –– and 2006 consisted of a whole sprint triathlon. Whoppee – my workouts became less intense. Oh I still run at least 3 times a week, but instead of an 8 or 10 miler, it’s closer to 3 or 5. Mysteriously, I have consumed the same amount of calories as when I’m in hardcore mode.
With that in mind, my off-season goals:
1. Not enter 2007 having to lose 15 or 20 pounds.
2. Figure out what is going on in my love life. Since for the last year I have unsuccessfully tried various ways of making the puzzle fit, this might prove difficult.
3. Get my finances in some kind of shape. Part of my decision to not do any immediate races is because of the costs involved with registering, travel, etc.
4. Get a new pair of running shoes. I’m actually in the same pair I used in the 2005 Vegas marathon. What a mess.
5. Work on incorporating core workouts as part of my training.
6. Get involved in community service.
7. Begin work on my novel.
8. Climb the tallest tree.
9. Have I mentioned I’d like to get my love life in order?
And finally, in what might prove the most difficult among the ten...
10. Get the new Elmo doll for my mom (yes you read this right. My MOM wants it) in time for Christmas. Wish me luck.
I’ll let you know next year how successful I was in accomplishing these 10 things. Until then, happy running, swimming and biking. Peace.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
The New Training Food: Dominican Food
There’s nothing like darkness in the woods to make you have a PR training run.
I had an 8-miler scheduled today but was loathe to do it all in the gym. So I hustled off to the parkway to do the 3-mile loop outside before having to retreat to gym for final five. Things were good till the last hill. It’s shrouded in trees, so dark I could barely see the path. The squealing and shrieking of the nighttime creatures, bugs and bats – one brushed up alongside me. eww! – made me charge up the hill with an intensity usually reserved for only the shortest of races.
I’ve found the secret to the best pre-training food for long runs: Dominican food. No really, I had Dominican for lunch and during the run I felt so strong. Like I could run forever.
I’m doing a story on the growing number of Dominicans in the area, so I had plans to speak to the Dominican owner of a Dominican restaurant. I invited along a colleague.
This colleague reviews a restaurant a week and since he’s never had Dominican food, asked the girls working the counter to give us a little taste of, well, pretty much everything.
Goat? Sure. Chicken stew? Yep. Bananas? Please. Mashed bananas? Sounds good. Fried plantains? Umm-hmm. Rice, yellow or white? Yellow, thanks. Beans? A staple.
“Oh, and one of those,” he says, pointing to an empanada looking thing that is filled with beef, we’re told.
We chat. The first two plates come out. They are really big. I mean, big enough that those two dishes could be our lunch.
The waitress returns with the second round. Hmm, our table is getting a little crowded. A plate of two bananas (bananas verdes) and an unnecessarily large serving of mashed bananas is placed in front of us.
The third, and we think, final trip brings us the empanada-looking thing and a side of beans. “Your plantains are coming up,” she tells us.
When all is said and done, our entire table for two is covered with plates and sides. We barely have room for our serving plates.
When the time comes to pack up to go, our two large to-go boxes are completely full – and quite heavy.
But man what a good run. And for post-run nourishment, the goat and rice and bananas were most tasty.
I had an 8-miler scheduled today but was loathe to do it all in the gym. So I hustled off to the parkway to do the 3-mile loop outside before having to retreat to gym for final five. Things were good till the last hill. It’s shrouded in trees, so dark I could barely see the path. The squealing and shrieking of the nighttime creatures, bugs and bats – one brushed up alongside me. eww! – made me charge up the hill with an intensity usually reserved for only the shortest of races.
I’ve found the secret to the best pre-training food for long runs: Dominican food. No really, I had Dominican for lunch and during the run I felt so strong. Like I could run forever.
I’m doing a story on the growing number of Dominicans in the area, so I had plans to speak to the Dominican owner of a Dominican restaurant. I invited along a colleague.
This colleague reviews a restaurant a week and since he’s never had Dominican food, asked the girls working the counter to give us a little taste of, well, pretty much everything.
Goat? Sure. Chicken stew? Yep. Bananas? Please. Mashed bananas? Sounds good. Fried plantains? Umm-hmm. Rice, yellow or white? Yellow, thanks. Beans? A staple.
“Oh, and one of those,” he says, pointing to an empanada looking thing that is filled with beef, we’re told.
We chat. The first two plates come out. They are really big. I mean, big enough that those two dishes could be our lunch.
The waitress returns with the second round. Hmm, our table is getting a little crowded. A plate of two bananas (bananas verdes) and an unnecessarily large serving of mashed bananas is placed in front of us.
The third, and we think, final trip brings us the empanada-looking thing and a side of beans. “Your plantains are coming up,” she tells us.
When all is said and done, our entire table for two is covered with plates and sides. We barely have room for our serving plates.
When the time comes to pack up to go, our two large to-go boxes are completely full – and quite heavy.
But man what a good run. And for post-run nourishment, the goat and rice and bananas were most tasty.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
The best of...fizzles out
It’s tough being a popular blogger. I mentioned that I get an email at least once a week asking me to update my blog. This week has been no exception. Like I don’t have a hundred things to do without answering fan mail. But I aim to please.
A few days ago I started going through my blog archives for the best of PartyRunner and was bored to tears. Man my blog is boring. Particularly boring were my Vegas posts. Did I have nothing to write about except missing workouts and eating too much? Can we say, broken record?
So in the end, I couldn’t see myself spending hours compiling a best of when in the end it’d be about skipped workouts, man problems and drinking too many beers. Cause that’s my life and it ain’t always pretty.
But while I’m writing, bloggers Brit and Scott arrive next week to Ocean City, N.J. I can hardly wait. We’re gonna run and maybe drink a little.
And that my friends, is what’s up.
A few days ago I started going through my blog archives for the best of PartyRunner and was bored to tears. Man my blog is boring. Particularly boring were my Vegas posts. Did I have nothing to write about except missing workouts and eating too much? Can we say, broken record?
So in the end, I couldn’t see myself spending hours compiling a best of when in the end it’d be about skipped workouts, man problems and drinking too many beers. Cause that’s my life and it ain’t always pretty.
But while I’m writing, bloggers Brit and Scott arrive next week to Ocean City, N.J. I can hardly wait. We’re gonna run and maybe drink a little.
And that my friends, is what’s up.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Happy Birthday PartyRunner!
A year ago today I decided to run the Las Vegas Marathon. And a year ago today, I launched the partyrunner blogspot.
This was my first post:
Thursday, August 04, 2005
the little green dress
a slinky turqouise dress.it's the one i'll wear after i, si dios es servido, complete the dec. 4 las vegas marathon. too little for standard cocktail parties or black tie but perfect for the town with the brilliant marketing campaign. it's a bit tight, a byproduct of too much cheese, too many beers, too little running as i recovered from injury from may marathon, my first. join me on my journey to vegas with an ambitious goal of qualifying for boston, and properly rocking the dress.the shots begin: 10 a.m. Dec. 4.
No, I didn't qualify for Boston. But I broke 4...barely. And no, there were no shots as I can't drink after a race since I'm usually nauseous. And the green dress hangs in my closet, unused because that stubborn belly fat refuses to lie down and give it up already.
But it's been a wild year. I'm going to take a walk down memory lane, highlighting posts and moments especially meaningful to me.
Like a tribute. Only I'm doing it for myself which is rather embarassing. It's like when Bette Midler says in "Beaches." -- "Ok enough about me, what do you think about me?"
Look for the best of PartyRunner. Coming soon.
This was my first post:
Thursday, August 04, 2005
the little green dress
a slinky turqouise dress.it's the one i'll wear after i, si dios es servido, complete the dec. 4 las vegas marathon. too little for standard cocktail parties or black tie but perfect for the town with the brilliant marketing campaign. it's a bit tight, a byproduct of too much cheese, too many beers, too little running as i recovered from injury from may marathon, my first. join me on my journey to vegas with an ambitious goal of qualifying for boston, and properly rocking the dress.the shots begin: 10 a.m. Dec. 4.
No, I didn't qualify for Boston. But I broke 4...barely. And no, there were no shots as I can't drink after a race since I'm usually nauseous. And the green dress hangs in my closet, unused because that stubborn belly fat refuses to lie down and give it up already.
But it's been a wild year. I'm going to take a walk down memory lane, highlighting posts and moments especially meaningful to me.
Like a tribute. Only I'm doing it for myself which is rather embarassing. It's like when Bette Midler says in "Beaches." -- "Ok enough about me, what do you think about me?"
Look for the best of PartyRunner. Coming soon.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
My couples.
I’m now part of a couple. Actually, couples. Oh it’s not exactly a couple since there’s three of us and two are married and I’m not one of them but it’s nearly the same.
I’ve spent several nights recently with Kim and hubbie and Martina and hubbie. Kim’s hub has treated us to gourmet spreads and unique mixed beverages that include things like fresh squeezed orange. Martina’s hubbie has offered to cook dinner after our recent workouts. So I told Martina’s husband last night as we ate steak, yams and mixed greens – who needs a relationship when I can just join others?
So Saturday morning I set out with Kim and hubbie for 25-mile “fun” bike ride, a River to River Heritage Ride to benefit the Heritage Corridor in the suburbs of Philly. The morning started out rocky, with them arriving late to meet me. Neither of us had printed out directions to the start, which was a small farmers market. Kim’s hubbie knew of one but we weren’t sure if it was the right one. Off we went.
The mile plus to get there was all downhill. Great. Only it was the wrong one, we were told when we arrived. We were sent (yup, you guessed it) the way we came, now all uphill. We finally found the start.
We debated briefly whether to do the race, since basically they just gave you a map and off you went on your own. We’re like, we’re about to pay over 100 bucks for a sheet of paper. But we went.
We filled out the application for the race, which includes a size category for a T-shirt. But when we went to pay we were told T-Shirts were only for pre-registered racers. This didn’t go over well with hubbie, who mutters “Fucking expensive bike ride.” I began laughing hysterically.
Off we went, me clutching my paper directions tightly fearing we’d be one of those “few who get lost.”
A half mile later we’re forced to turn right or left and neither street is listed on our directions. We stop, look around. Hubbie mutters this is going to be a long day.
We’ve missed the first turn. I can’t stop laughing.
Three hours later we’ve speedily completed the 25 miles, just in the nick of time for the included lunch. Kim irately declares there is neither DIET ice tea nor TURKEY sandwiches left. Hubbie says he’s never doing another race again.
I look at my couple with a mixture of frustration and exasperation. But more, I look at my couple with fondness and warmth. They are, after all, my couple.
I’ve spent several nights recently with Kim and hubbie and Martina and hubbie. Kim’s hub has treated us to gourmet spreads and unique mixed beverages that include things like fresh squeezed orange. Martina’s hubbie has offered to cook dinner after our recent workouts. So I told Martina’s husband last night as we ate steak, yams and mixed greens – who needs a relationship when I can just join others?
So Saturday morning I set out with Kim and hubbie for 25-mile “fun” bike ride, a River to River Heritage Ride to benefit the Heritage Corridor in the suburbs of Philly. The morning started out rocky, with them arriving late to meet me. Neither of us had printed out directions to the start, which was a small farmers market. Kim’s hubbie knew of one but we weren’t sure if it was the right one. Off we went.
The mile plus to get there was all downhill. Great. Only it was the wrong one, we were told when we arrived. We were sent (yup, you guessed it) the way we came, now all uphill. We finally found the start.
We debated briefly whether to do the race, since basically they just gave you a map and off you went on your own. We’re like, we’re about to pay over 100 bucks for a sheet of paper. But we went.
We filled out the application for the race, which includes a size category for a T-shirt. But when we went to pay we were told T-Shirts were only for pre-registered racers. This didn’t go over well with hubbie, who mutters “Fucking expensive bike ride.” I began laughing hysterically.
Off we went, me clutching my paper directions tightly fearing we’d be one of those “few who get lost.”
A half mile later we’re forced to turn right or left and neither street is listed on our directions. We stop, look around. Hubbie mutters this is going to be a long day.
We’ve missed the first turn. I can’t stop laughing.
Three hours later we’ve speedily completed the 25 miles, just in the nick of time for the included lunch. Kim irately declares there is neither DIET ice tea nor TURKEY sandwiches left. Hubbie says he’s never doing another race again.
I look at my couple with a mixture of frustration and exasperation. But more, I look at my couple with fondness and warmth. They are, after all, my couple.
Friday, July 28, 2006
not exactly home & garden...
Here’s how the photo shoot breaks down.
At 10 a.m. photog promptly arrives. I help him lug heavy suitcases of lights, pots and pans, cameras and a big tub of spaghetti upstairs. Temperatures are already in the 80s and it’s humid. This isn’t what I signed up for, I think. I am the star. Well, at least my apartment is.
10:30 a.m. The reporter arrives. More lugging up heavy pots & pans and old garbage like used frozen food containers.
11 a.m. Time to set up the messy sink to re-create what a kitchen could look like in your first apartment. Pots and pans, plates, cups, coffee maker, phone, my labtop, old spaghetti and beer cans are artfully arranged. They decline my offer to include my Jose Cuervo bottle. They do take me up on my offer to use a container of shrimp and steak with rices and veggies. It’s OK, I assure them, the food’s a week old.
11:30 a.m. Reporter is called on to help hold light reflector for photog. Thank heavens she’s here. It looks rather uncomfortable as she’s holding it at an awkward angle. I sip my coffee and read the newspaper. Yes, I’m a famous photographer’s subject, I think haughtily. At least, my apartment is.
11:45 a.m. I’m getting bored. How long does it take to photograph a sink full of dishes anyway? I pick at my nails. Reporter is still holding light reflector at awkward angle.
11:55 a.m. Briefly, I contemplate asking if they need help but I’m getting sleepy. I curl up on the couch instead. I nod off.
12:15 p.m. Photog needs a stepping stool. I dont have one. I give him an old plastic chair instead. It nearly buckles under him because one leg is near broken. It’s OK, he says, he’ll try something else.
12:30 p.m. I’m tired. Now I must know how it feels to be a top model. Nothing but waiting.
12:45 p.m. They're done. Time to clean up. I grudgingly pull myself up to help. Coincidentally, photog’s phone rings. He begins long conversation. Reporter and I begin the clean up.
1 p.m. Photog still on phone. Reporter appears scared of old spaghetti and as she semi scrubs appears to be spreading tomato sauce rather than wiping it up. I assure her I can do it later.
1:15 p.m. The kitchen is nearly spotless no thanks to photog who is still on the phone. We lug down reporter’s stuff.
1:18 p.m. "Ooops," says reporter, "my meter’s almost out." With a wave she’s off.
1:20 p.m. We lug down the photog’s heavy equipment. It’s now in the 90s. I sweat profusely. How come photog didn’t bring handlers?
1:30 p.m. Photog shakes my hand and is off. I get ready to leave to work. This photog business is hard.
Look for Runner in Transition’s kitchen o’ dirty dishes, in the Aug. 18 edition of The Morning Call. If I can’t post the photo, I’ll post the link!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The busy life of a photographer's subject
I spent much of the last two days cleaning and getting my apartment all spiffy for the photo shoot Friday about your first apartment and the accompanying slops. It’s gorgeous now and really would be more appropriate for a shoot on being single, young, trendy and living in the city.
On a very tight budget.
In tight quarters.
I’m surprising the photog by thinking of fun and clever props to include in the spread. Like putting my nearly empty bottle of Jose Cuervo next to the sink that will be full of dirty dishes. And the ashtry I got in Mexico that says “Zacatecas” as a shout-out to my Grandma’s home state. I bet he will be impressed and admire my creative thought process.
The cool thing about the shoot is I get to miss the entire morning of work, editor approved.
So I took off my shirt during yesterday’s run for the first ever and was just in my sports bra. What a freeing feeling! So that’s how men, free to go shirtless at their any whim, must feel. Feeling the warm sunshine on my bare skin was such a treat. I highly recommend it. I may never wear a shirt again.
On a very tight budget.
In tight quarters.
I’m surprising the photog by thinking of fun and clever props to include in the spread. Like putting my nearly empty bottle of Jose Cuervo next to the sink that will be full of dirty dishes. And the ashtry I got in Mexico that says “Zacatecas” as a shout-out to my Grandma’s home state. I bet he will be impressed and admire my creative thought process.
The cool thing about the shoot is I get to miss the entire morning of work, editor approved.
So I took off my shirt during yesterday’s run for the first ever and was just in my sports bra. What a freeing feeling! So that’s how men, free to go shirtless at their any whim, must feel. Feeling the warm sunshine on my bare skin was such a treat. I highly recommend it. I may never wear a shirt again.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Single and Fabulous! or....Single and Fabulous?
I have just received the most exciting news my apartment is going to be the site of a photo shoot Friday morning. I feel like Charlotte in “Sex and the City” when “Home & Garden” magazine comes into film her expensive New York apartment. She’s got beautiful white roses on the table, her wedding china is spread out, and she looks stunning, as usual, in a lovely feminine dress. This spread’s kind of going to be like that.
Only it's Allentown, not New York. Also I rarely dress up for work Friday as I'm beat from the week and maybe out of clothes. And the main feature will be my kitchen sink. And it’s going to be filled with dirty dishes, pots & pans, glasses and mugs. The theme? Your first apartment. Apparently the article will focus on living away from parents for the first time.
I most certainly hope the article does not attempt to cliche all first time awayers as slobs! Why, if you were to look in my sink right now there would be a cognac glass and four wine glasses and that’s it. Wait, maybe a frying pan too, from the quesadilla I had on Saturday. Still.
Strangely, despite using my place for this seemingly non flattering portrayal of singe life I’m quite excited. A photo shoot in my house!
Better go get the roses.
Only it's Allentown, not New York. Also I rarely dress up for work Friday as I'm beat from the week and maybe out of clothes. And the main feature will be my kitchen sink. And it’s going to be filled with dirty dishes, pots & pans, glasses and mugs. The theme? Your first apartment. Apparently the article will focus on living away from parents for the first time.
I most certainly hope the article does not attempt to cliche all first time awayers as slobs! Why, if you were to look in my sink right now there would be a cognac glass and four wine glasses and that’s it. Wait, maybe a frying pan too, from the quesadilla I had on Saturday. Still.
Strangely, despite using my place for this seemingly non flattering portrayal of singe life I’m quite excited. A photo shoot in my house!
Better go get the roses.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
My race day love affair
note: this post has been edited b/c swim distance was updated on linmark site (which i've been scanning obsessively several times a day). i actually swam the fastest leg of my mini career. oopa!
I had a new experience on Sunday. It's called "Just having fun and enjoying the experience." Lemme explain.
I'm ultra competitive. I have high expectations of myself professionally, personally, socially. Training is no different. Last year a bad race sent me into a half-day long headspin of depression. By afternoon when the two stiff bloody Marys had worn off I swore I'd never let a bad race get to me like that again.
My last two races were canceled under bad circumstances that had left a bad taste in my throat. It sucks canceling races. It sucks canceling races cause the guy you were going to do them with and you dont end up working out and you guys turn unnecessarily dark in the final days.
This race I knew was going to be different. I felt "back," as it were.
So here's the deal. This was my third sprint tri. The lack of training showed. I had the worst times of my career:
800-yd swim: 15 min (33:20/mile pace) 104/355
T1: 2:29
***12-mile bike: 58.03 (12.4/hr pace) 319/355
T2: .40
5K: 27.03 (8:44 pace) 105/355
Total: 1:43:13.
But I loved every second of waking up early, drinking my pre-race coffee, eating my bagel and banana, driving and listening to my normal hip hop top 40 stations, waiting for Kim, seeing Kim, getting the transition area set up, chatting with girls in my swim heat about the course, feeling the warm but not too warm water of beautiful Lake Nockamixon.
I loved the feeling of running into the transition area, I loved looking to the left and right of the bike course and seeing the beautiful lake and green lush trees all over the scenic course and I loved that the running trail was equally as gorgeous.
I loved the men. Seriously, I've never seen such hot, fit men in any race I've ever done.
I loved that Bill, Kim's husband who can't stand me cause he thinks i'm a bad influence (not like kimmie needs any help. haha), was waving and shouting and pointing to the direction I needed to take my bike after the swim because race days does that to people.
I look at my times and I'll be honest -- the rush I had immediately after I finished dissipated a bit when I saw them.
But it's Monday, the day after the race, and I'm weirdly thrilled with myself for doing this race. It's almost like I feel I'm coming out of a fog and this dark cloud that's been a part of my life for months, even if most of the time it's subtle, is lifting. I felt so alive on Sunday. I felt so alive and vibrant.
So this is why we do it.
ps. my love affair of sunday does not extend to the mofo bike. if i had seen one more person pass me...
I had a new experience on Sunday. It's called "Just having fun and enjoying the experience." Lemme explain.
I'm ultra competitive. I have high expectations of myself professionally, personally, socially. Training is no different. Last year a bad race sent me into a half-day long headspin of depression. By afternoon when the two stiff bloody Marys had worn off I swore I'd never let a bad race get to me like that again.
My last two races were canceled under bad circumstances that had left a bad taste in my throat. It sucks canceling races. It sucks canceling races cause the guy you were going to do them with and you dont end up working out and you guys turn unnecessarily dark in the final days.
This race I knew was going to be different. I felt "back," as it were.
So here's the deal. This was my third sprint tri. The lack of training showed. I had the worst times of my career:
800-yd swim: 15 min (33:20/mile pace) 104/355
T1: 2:29
***12-mile bike: 58.03 (12.4/hr pace) 319/355
T2: .40
5K: 27.03 (8:44 pace) 105/355
Total: 1:43:13.
But I loved every second of waking up early, drinking my pre-race coffee, eating my bagel and banana, driving and listening to my normal hip hop top 40 stations, waiting for Kim, seeing Kim, getting the transition area set up, chatting with girls in my swim heat about the course, feeling the warm but not too warm water of beautiful Lake Nockamixon.
I loved the feeling of running into the transition area, I loved looking to the left and right of the bike course and seeing the beautiful lake and green lush trees all over the scenic course and I loved that the running trail was equally as gorgeous.
I loved the men. Seriously, I've never seen such hot, fit men in any race I've ever done.
I loved that Bill, Kim's husband who can't stand me cause he thinks i'm a bad influence (not like kimmie needs any help. haha), was waving and shouting and pointing to the direction I needed to take my bike after the swim because race days does that to people.
I look at my times and I'll be honest -- the rush I had immediately after I finished dissipated a bit when I saw them.
But it's Monday, the day after the race, and I'm weirdly thrilled with myself for doing this race. It's almost like I feel I'm coming out of a fog and this dark cloud that's been a part of my life for months, even if most of the time it's subtle, is lifting. I felt so alive on Sunday. I felt so alive and vibrant.
So this is why we do it.
ps. my love affair of sunday does not extend to the mofo bike. if i had seen one more person pass me...
Friday, July 14, 2006
KIM PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!
So I'm in a new division this year. It's the 30-34 age group. The good thing about this is, no more dumb pink caps or like this Sunday, purple. Nah, we oldies generally get cooler colors. This race I'm Navy.
I'm a bit nervous going into an older age group because everyone knows women get more ferocious with age. They take their training harder and come in ripped. No more half-assed training of the 20s groups. Last year when I placed FIRST in my age division for the 5k in the 25-29 (ahem), i would have actually placed third or fourth in the 30-34. Lucky I was born a year late.
Kimmie is upset by the change of plans Sunday so I am taking this opportunity to PUBLICLY PLEAD for her FORGIVENESS. You know my life here in little PA would be in SHAMBLES if you weren't in it. Well, that's not entirely true. It's in shambles but I wouldn't have as much fun watching my life swirl into shambles if you weren't in it. You're my partner in crime, my martini friend, my growing-old-with-spunk friend, my corona-drinking friend, my urban sunbathing friend, my running friend.
Please forgive and try to accept your friend's many flaws, which includes jumping at the offer to go to AC because she's an obsessive gambler, drinker and price-is-right contestant. Try to forgive her because she adores you and tries to be a good person.
I am BEGGING you to still go the race on Sunday. Otherwise I will be all alone and I will try to make small talk with the other people who maybe went alone or dont' mind being my friend for the morning. But you know that wouldn't be the same.
I'm a bit nervous going into an older age group because everyone knows women get more ferocious with age. They take their training harder and come in ripped. No more half-assed training of the 20s groups. Last year when I placed FIRST in my age division for the 5k in the 25-29 (ahem), i would have actually placed third or fourth in the 30-34. Lucky I was born a year late.
Kimmie is upset by the change of plans Sunday so I am taking this opportunity to PUBLICLY PLEAD for her FORGIVENESS. You know my life here in little PA would be in SHAMBLES if you weren't in it. Well, that's not entirely true. It's in shambles but I wouldn't have as much fun watching my life swirl into shambles if you weren't in it. You're my partner in crime, my martini friend, my growing-old-with-spunk friend, my corona-drinking friend, my urban sunbathing friend, my running friend.
Please forgive and try to accept your friend's many flaws, which includes jumping at the offer to go to AC because she's an obsessive gambler, drinker and price-is-right contestant. Try to forgive her because she adores you and tries to be a good person.
I am BEGGING you to still go the race on Sunday. Otherwise I will be all alone and I will try to make small talk with the other people who maybe went alone or dont' mind being my friend for the morning. But you know that wouldn't be the same.
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