Little Miss Runner Pants

well folks, this is it, all over again.

the anxiety. the worry. the nerves... fear. anticipation. excitement...

the training. it all begins again. December 1st, as i promised myself the day after the M'thon. i'd take all of november off, and i'd be back, and i'd get out there, and i'd to it all over again.

but better.

funny thing is..... oy.

ya know?

all month, i've been missing it. i've been longing to run. i had the itch. the desire. i had it. it was there. and then i kinda cheated a bit. i ran a mile. a little one.... and...

it sucked. i couldn't make it the whole mile... it was a treadmill mile. down in the gym in my building. and i dont know if that has anything to do with it, because as fate would have it... i never once used the tread before that day.... but... it was bad. and so, as always, i now wonder about my abilities.

so much about this, i feel, will be different than the first time.

quite obviously, the knee is now, and probably forever will be, on my mind. but thats the least of my worries...

really, my main worry is... something i can't quite pin-point. can't quite verbalize.

training for San Francisco.. the experience of that.. obviously that can never be replicated. so now, i have this strange mix of emotion.

i have everything i learned from M1.... what i'm capable of. how much i'm willing to dedicate myself to something. push myself. continually do things i never thought possible.... and these are all great things. but... i also learned... training changes me. changes my everyday life. socially, its a nightmare. nobody understands the single mindedness that it takes to do this. or...that it takes ME to do this. maybe it doesnt affect everyone this way but....

i dont know. i dont really know what i'm getting at here, all i know is... i miss it. i miss the focus of having something to train for. i miss seeing all the other runners on saturday mornings, cursing under our breath at the sheer stupidity of running at 6am, yet showing up, every weekend. saturday after saturday...

and i guess thats what it is. when i signed up for M1...i had no idea. it was just this thing. this crazy idea. and i knew there'd be running involved. i mean ok, obviously i knew that.... and that i'd have to drink less coke...more water.

but thats about all i knew. hell... i was still wearing cotton socks on my long runs. i mean COME ON!!

but now, i know. and i'm making a conscious decision to do this. and... i guess thats what kinda surprises me.

so like i said. tomorrow, i get to start this thing all over again. and i guess we'll just see where it goes from there?!

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so ya know whats really fun?! stealing ideas from other people and pawning them off as your own!!!

er. wait..what? um...no. what i meant to say was, um... giving props where props is due!

what am i talking about?!

m'kay. so you know runner susan, right?! well, she has designed many a delicious masthead (otherwise known as banner, for those not design-er-ly inclined) for many an RBF'er. and i'm always going to someones NEW AND IMPROVED blog, thinking to myself dang-it. why don't i do that? i could do that! i'm a designer...i should do that.

and so therefore... i am not a runner became little miss runner pants, and my NEW AND IMPROVED blog was born.

so. thank you Runner Susan for your designs, for they inspired me to get off my butt and create one of my own!! prop one, done and done.

but is that it?! me thinks not.

prop two goes to an RBF'er oh so cooler than i, and prop three to.... well. lets face it. another RBF'er oh so cooler than i.

Bolder and Flatman. for their video-licious additions to their blogs made me wanna go out and hijack that bandwagon for all its worth. and so therefore i, like them, now get to spend half my day deciding what video i want to post tomorrow... and the next day...and the next.

so you see?! imitation truly is the greatest form of flattery. so. all you creative blogging crazies out there, do your thing. and maybe, if you're lucky, it'll show up here, as my own creation, somewhere down the road!!!!

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so. just very quickly before i finish getting ready to GO OUT!!!!.... (which i havent done in forever and have a feeling... well... that i'll be smashed in a matter of hours! whoopie!)... my right arse cheek, right where the pocket of my jeans is... hurts like a bleeeeep...

i went running, treadmill style, today... and i'm thinking it wasn't the brightest of ideas. just a mile. a little bitty mile. the first running i've done since the MARATHON (holy bleep. its been forever)... but now my arse... my ARSE.

strangely, half punching/slapping my own butt seems to help!!?!

somehow i dont think that will go over well at the bar though.... perhaps some ibuprofen is in order. (yeah. some ibuprofen and alcohol? perhaps not)

oy. serious. and thing is, i dont know if its from all the biking/rowing i've been doing lately (cuz actually my quads and hams have been sore all day...even before the run), or if its from my very short-even took a small walk break-mile on the tread today?!

i dunno... but i'm going out, dang-it.... to a country bar (that i've never been to, but can't wait because....) because.... there's a mechanical bull. !!!!!! how hysterical would it be to ride the bull?

i gotta ride the bull. if the bull is on... i may very well ride the bull.

ugh. i'm gunna be so hung over tomorrow..........!

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oooouuuugggghhhheeeerrrrllll.... alcohol is stupid. drinking a lot of alcohol is stupid. i am stupid.

uuuuugghhh. i have a headache the size of texas. this is dumb. so is waking up at 9:00 am when you only went to bed at 4:30..ish.

you know whats not dumb?!! meeting cute boys.......... that live in your building.........that got/gave you their/your number....... that like to dance........... at country bars (hmm...) and OH NO!!!!! i forgot all about the mechanical bull!! dang-it. the bull....oooh the bull, you evaded me.

but its not my fault. this bar was HUGE. i never thought this place would be so huge.... or that i would enjoy line-dancing so much!! (well. line watching as i stumbled around to try to figure out what the hell people were doing-- spinning, stomping, kicking... daaaaamn i was a disaster on the dancefloor. it was hysterical.)

oooh. but ohhh, my head. my HEAD!!!

alcohol is stupid. drinking a lot of alcohol is stupid. i am stupid...........

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1. my real name is Alejandra 2. i was born january 4th 1980 3. in monterrey, mexico 4. i am an only child (whoo...shocker there!!?!) 5. therefore the world revolves around me. 6. heh. kidding.... (or am i?!) 7. i prefer salty snacks over sweets 8. however salt + sweet is divine 9. therefore my favorite candy is peanut m&ms 10. i have a BFA with an emphasis in Graphic Design 11. i attended KU for 5 years.... and loved every minute of it! 12. i love coca cola. i refuse to drink pepsi. 13. i did study abroad in mexico and germany. 14. i have trouble throwing things away 15. apple pie is my favorite desert 16. i have lived in 9 cities and 6 states 17. no, my dad is not in the military 18. the longest ive lived in one city is 4 years 19. i have a slight fear of the dark 20. i'm a hopeless romantic 21. seafood/sushi makes me gag. literally. 22. i fall asleep on my back 23. i wear my glasses when i feel like hiding from the world 24. i dont wear make up to work 25. i am constantly debating on whether i should grow my hair out or chop it off 26. i still dont have my new telephone number memorized 27. if a guy makes me laugh...i'm hooked 28. i never wear nail polish on my fingernails 29. but always on my toes 30. i snuck out of my house at night in high school, and my parents still dont know! 31. but they do now, b/c my mom reads my blog religiously 32. i dont understand how some people don't enjoy reading for pleasure 33. i played peter pan in my 5th grade production of....peter pan 34. i was the nurse in my 7th grade production of Romeo and Juliet 35. i used to be convinced that because my initals are AMC... i was destined to be a moviestar 36. my first word was "mas"....spanish for "more" 37. i find that amusing! 38. i love eyeshadow 39. i hate lipstick 40. i am 5'2.5 inches tall. er....short. 41. i have a lot of 3 inch heels! 42. my favorite tv show is LOST 43. Alias is a close second 44. i love to cook 45. i miss having someone to cook for 46. i dont like beer 47. i always order Raspberry Stoli and Sprite....with a lime 48. i used to waitress at the Olive Garden 49. in college, i was asked, twice, at two different restaurants, if i needed a kids menu 50. it was humiliating 51. thankfully, i dont take myself too seriously 52. or anyone else for that matter 53. i would like to spend a year living abroad... in spain, preferrably 54. i would like to speak spanish fluently so that i can teach it to my kids 55. i dont actually plan on having kids for quite a while though! 56. i dont understand why there are so many people my age and younger getting married. it freaks me out. 57. my mom is one of the bravest women i've ever known 58. my dad is really funny when he's not trying to be! 59. i've taken piano flute and oboe lessons 60. im less than mediocre at the piano, horrible at oboe, but pretty damn good on the flute! 61. i started playing flute in 6th grade...and played thru high school 62. i even went to band camp 63. i was on the drumline in high school and college 64. i also played lacrosse in high school and college 65. i ran 3 miles a day in high school for lacrosse...and that was the furthest i'd ever run when i started training for the marathon 66. i still love tinker toys 67. whenever we do fake names at the bar..i'm always Sophia 68. i am addicted to purses...like most girls are with shoes, i am with purses. 69. and earrings 70. i lose stuff really easily 71. my sarcasm sometimes gets me into trouble 72. ok. a lot of times. 73. i'm seriously considering getting a cat 74. i have naturally curly hair 75. i had hot pink streaks in my hair about a year ago 76. i hang out with more guys than i do girls 77. girls just annoy me-they're too catty 78. i often think about getting my nose pierced...but doubt i ever will 79. mainly for two reasons... one. i love my nose, its so cute (yes. i think my nose is cute. what of it?!) two. my mom would have a heart attack. 80. i love rollercoasters 81. i love to dance 82. i took salsa lessons in mexico... it was a riot. 83. i once repelled down a waterfall, also in mexico 84. it was really slippery, and i slipped and got rotated around to where my back was against the rock... i was laughing so hard it took me a good 5 minutes to get turned back around 85. i have photgraphic evidence 86. i had pin straight hair growing up until 5th grade... my mom permed me, and the curl just never grew out 87. the number 4 is my favorite number 88. my favorite book series growing up was The Hardy Boys 89. i've cried tears of joy exactly twice 90. i love a good storyteller 91. i drive a green 99 honda civic--stick shift 92. i have a bad habit of sabotaging my relationships right when they start getting really good 93. i believe in ghosts 94. i dont take compliments very well 95. i wish i had a running partner 96. i dont drink coffe, tea or milk 97. growing up for as long as i remember, my mom and i exchanged the following words before bed "buenas noches, que duermes bien, hasta manana" 98. if i have a daughter, i want to name her Isabel 99. i can't draw to save my life 100. i feel like i've known some of the other RBF'ers my entire life. i love that!

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ah. ok. no more messing with blog templates. that required entirely too much brain power. done and done. moving on....

HAPPY THANKSGIVING to those of you celebrating this weekend!!!! the turkey! the stuffing! the pie! the lonely nights in front of your tv with a sappy movie and ordered-in chinese!!!! ... huh. wait...what? that doesn't seem right...

oooh, yes, its all so clear now.... i'm the only one who's family decided to take that old saying "to each his own" to the next level... i got my mom down in mexico, my dad down in ft. worth, and i'm stuck in.... kansas city.

ah. its just as well. i've got lots to do, like...... laundry. and..... hanging stuff up on my walls?!! (oh dear. a.maria needs a life.)

hmmm.

anyhow, a great big celebratory happy thanksgiving comin' at ya.

stay safe. stay warm. and eat a piece of pie for me!

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****** ok. i tried to mess with the template and now i have to start all over. do you see people? i should not be allowed anywhere near html. this is bad...bad. bad. bad.

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i have a BANNER!!!!!!!!! its uh.. not as cool as some. but now that i know HOW to get it up there, i can mess with it all i want!!

HOORAH!!!!!!

i owe it all to IBM Guy, resident genious, who oh so kindly explained to me the dunce that i am, and un-did my "oh i can figure it out on my own" mess that i got myself into!

3 cheers for IBM GUY...hip hip, hurrayyyy...hip hip, hurrayyyy...hip hip...

ok. i think we all get the point.

so. outside of the colors mega not going together (yellow and green dots are gunna hafta go, no?!) and the image being SMASHED up at the top (yeah, i probably did something wrong there...) its kinda what i was going for....

...... kinda.
(ok. i already know what i'm gunna do to change it... this could be a nightmare in the making design-wise...)

ANYWAY. i'm just very excited over here... and i just had to give a great big shout out to my man IBM GUY...

you 'da coolest!
(now how do i scoot it down a bit?!)

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our water-stop was, undoubtedly, the absolute best water-stop in the history of water-stops since the beginning of the invention of the idea of the water-stop.

we had entirely too much fun for people standing out in the sometimes frigid, sometimes warm november air handing out carbs and calories in all their forms.
(seriously, our stop was a veritable smorgasbord of treats for the runners....and the volunteers!)

the runners were....in a word..... cute. and i mean cute ranging from "hey hi hello there, here's my number" to "omg he's the most precious 80 year old i've ever met".... it was craziness.

our stop was mile 2, 5ish, 11, 18ish, and 24...ish. (yeah. we were clearly on top of things, we never really knew what mile we were on, but it turned out not to be that big of a deal..... seeing as how about a third of the runners got lost and circled back 90 times... we were miles 2-27 for some people, lets put it that way!)

it started out with Stripe Shirt and i (hoorah, the dynamic duo comes together again to rule another day!) in a shouting match at the runners...."5K to the left"....."1/2 and Full M'thon to the right...." (okay. it doesnt sound funny... but it was. just trust me on this one!!)
we then competed for runners with our water, or gatorade, depending on who you were.....i preferred to hand out the water with my rousing "WAY TO GO-H20" chant... as running shoes wooed his runners with his "best gatorade in the county"... he was most def'ly in the lead, until i broke out "RUN LIKE A MONKEY, EAT A BANANA"....(yes. as i attempted to hand out cut-up bananas)

strangely enough, nobody took me up on my offer. hmmm...

we met our rather rude "you should have had ice" runners, and our sweet "thanks so much for being out here runners"...we met a man who was running his 217th marathon... was turning 52 later in the month, and was running 52 marathons in 52 weeks.... and was on his 147th consecutive month for having run a marathon.
he was friggin amazing. he stopped, on mile 18 and 24, for a fajita. it was awesome.

we met an 80 year old who had a really amazing story as well, but i completely forget what it was. but he was cool.

there was the husband and wife duo that also stopped for a fajita (yeah... we made fajitas. that were actually for us, the volunteers, but then runners would run right up to the grill and start stuffing their faces, i mean what could you do but glop on some guacamole and laugh, ya know?!) anyway, so they're eating, and the guy is just outta control, i was almost sickened watching him shove the entire tortilla with the meat and the onions, etc, in his face.... his mouth was buldging at the seams, and his wife was like "come on, come on, lets go" and he turns to her and goes "WAIT.....I WANT A COOKIE"...

we about died.

there were, as i alluded to earlier, some amazingly gorgeous men... and we wasted no time in telling them so. we even debated on if we should get a marker out and write our numbers on the cups as we handed them out... but we were ill-prepared. no marker on the premesis. damn shame too, i tell ya what....

lets see, what else??!?...

there was music... lots of music. and dancing. there was fun with latex gloves as one of the sons of the volunteers put a glove down his pants, fingers flopping out and ran around saying "i'm a cow...i'm a cow....i have udders".... it was a riot. the poor guy's mother will just be thrilled with all the new things we taught him!

but mostly, it was just fun. it was awesome to see the runners, since we saw them so many times over the course of the race, they got into the hilarity of our pit-stop and one of the older ladies even stopped to wiggle her hips a bit... apparently any reason to stop running at the time was a good reason in her book.

and i felt like i finally belonged to a group of people that "got it".... we all stood around talking about our marathons, what we've done, what we want to do... our injuries and when's the last time we've run...when will be the next. how frusterating it is not to be able to run, and how nerve-racking it is not to know if you're healed yet.

and..... we talked about swimming. and biking. and triathlons. i asked the triathlon coach (who is crazy in a we'll probably get along really well kind of a way) about what it takes to train for a triathlon, and she assured me its not as scary as it seems. we talked about olympic distance tri's (which i've never known, and now i do, and hello....TOTALLY) and she attmepted to reel me in for 2006.

i resisted.... a bit. (though she got the wheels turning...)

and it was an awesome day. one of those that just leaves ya smiling...

and so thats what i am. i'm smiling, gearing up to try running this week (possibly) and once again thanking God i ever got myself into this whole Marathon/Running mess. i couldn't have made a better decision, and i can't wait to start the whole thing all over again!

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ok. this is a rant. if you dont want to read a rant, scroll down a bit, it ends eventually.....

back when i did my little body fat % test i came up with a brilliant plan. i bet Chicago Guy and Hallmark Girl that in 2 months i could lose more body fat than they could. whoever wins gets taken out on the town, yadda, by the other two.

perfect, right? win-win situation for all involved, and the lose weight thing becomes more of a game, less of a nightmare.

so that was i dunno. 2 weeks ago, maybe?

so yesterday at work Chicago Guy informs me that he's lost 5 pounds. already. in two weeks. and i looked at him today and he's all skinny lookin. and......WTH? i got nuthin. i think, actually, i'm getting bigger, if that were at all possible, and i'm dumbfounded. and i'm super annoyed.

and i'm also having just a horribly huge "fat-day" (ladies will all nod their head in an understanding fashion, gentlemen will all roll their eyes in a disgusted fashion. yes. i know. well aware...)

so here's the thing.... this is crap. CRAP! and ya know what, i am so sick and tired of it. all i want to do is have my weekday runs and my weekend training back. i WANT. IT. BACK. this is such b.s. because i'm doing everything right. and yes, i know, its been two friggin weeks, what do i expect, insto-results, NO. okay? so don't harpoon me for wanting it all in a matter of days. yes i know it doesnt work like that. but thats NOT THE POINT!

the point is i'm losing my friggin mind. i'm ansty, i'm becoming highly irritated by those around me (yeah so, popular bitch isnt really sounding all that far off at this point....) and i could not BE more sick of going out drinking on the weekends with my friends.... because honestly? lame. i'm so over it.

so ya know what? screw it. i'm going to my saturday run. i'm running... walking...whatever, i dont care but i'm getting out there and i'm doing it, because really..... i want to. i miss it. and i think i might really blow my top here soon if i dont just get some time out to myself on the trails for at least just a little bit.

WHEW!!!! okay. that felt good. i needed that. ---- end rant----

begin fun cool thing i'm excited about.....

so i got an email from the lady that heads up the alumni TNT stuff talking about this weekend's GG water stop...and i'm so excited!!! i looked at the names on the sign-up sheet, and its everyone i haven't seen since the M. Stripe Shirt will even be there!!!!! and there's gunna be music and a grill, someone's making fajitas for all the volunteers (random, but i can dig it) which in turn got everyone excited for food, so there's gunna be chips and salsa, i'm supplying the guacamole *por supuesto*, and we get t-shirts (i love me some t-shirts) anddddddd... i dont even know what else but i am major way pumped excited about it.

so thats my sunday and i can't wait... i'll be standing out in the cold from 7am-3pm, eating fajitas (still sounds kinda random to say that) chattin' it up with my old running crew, all the while handing out little cups of water to people running past me.

yeah. cuz that sounds like so much fun?!
(ya know what? it DOES!!!)

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so. back in my delirium days (you know. back when i thought i'd run a sub-5 hour marathon "no problem") i planned on running the Gobbler Grind Half Marathon this coming sunday.

ok no thats not true. i never planning on running the half. i was going to OWN the half. i would devour it, chew it up and spit it out. i was going to run like the wind, feet ablaze, and more than likely....well, i'd probably WIN the thing. ya know? i mean come on. i'd have just run a freakin' marathon. i was A.Maria, conquerer of all.

oh yeah. i was ready. there were days i dreamt more of my Half Marathon triumph than my whole marathon victory. i was... well... ridiculous.

but i was all about it. i registered, paid my entry fee, and i was ready. Gobbler Grind...BRING. IT. ON.

and then i got injured and my knee became my arch-enemy and i did not run a sub-5 hour marathon, it was a bit of a problem and.....

my dreams of the GG got flushed right down the toilet. all my visions of breaking the tape at the finish line (cuz i'd have won. duh.) and all my cheering fans...the news cameras (cuz...hello... i'd probably have a following by that point. i'd be KC Marathon Girl... i could hear Oprah calling. Letterman... you name it) well...all my visions were squashed.

and now, the marathon is just a few days (week) away, and i officially have to come to terms with the fact that..... i will not be running. not this week...not next.... not even the next..(ok. maybe the next) and it kinda sucks!

however. will i let this small set-back bring me down?! of course not!.... for i will become.....Water Stop Girl.

the almighty giver of gatorade and H20. the replenisher of much needed liquids and electrolytes. i will be the GG hero of the day, dispensing words of wisdom and encouragement to all that pass by.

almost makes me forget how much i'd really just rather be running the thing.

almost...

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so hey, guess who's the worlds worst blogger, ever!?!!

yeah. that'd be me.

::sigh::

i feel bad. i do, i really do, but..... thing is... w/o being able to run, i don't have much to talk about (unless, of course, we wanted to delve into my personal life... man what a soap opera THAT'd be!!)

so here's a little update about what's going on physically with me... (not so much running, but still with the whole phsical fitness theme...yes?!)

so i'm not sure what prompted this... although working out at the gym on post everyday with a bunch of soldiers i'm sure didnt hurt... but... i decided (way ahead of time) what my 2006 goal would be. my new years resolution, if you will..

see, last year it was go to the gym on a semi-regular basis (yeah. nothing like being ultra-vague with the resolution, eh?!) ... so i pretty much knocked that one outta the park and even decided to throw in run a marathon too...so...well done me and 2005. lets high five.

weeeeeeeee!!

ok. but so for 2006.... its run a sub 5-hour marathon (cuz i've got some serious bones to pick with Marathon... !) and...AND, my new one.... (the kinda random one)

be able to do 10 pull-ups in a row, with no assistance(!!!!) by next thanksgiving!!!hooah!

(speaking of ooh-rah...HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARINES!!!)

sooooo, yeah. thats my new 2006 goal. and ok, yes, yes, most of y'all can probably DO pull-ups. but this chicks arms ain't pullin nuthin up that weighs more than a bottle of wine as of late, so this is actually a pretty gynormous goal.

but totally do-able in a dear-god-how-will -i-ever-manage-to-do 10-pull-ups??!? way!

ANYWAY. so those'er'me'goals... gar!! (wow. and apparently i just became a pirate?!)

as for what i've accomplished physically THIS week....

lots of weight lifting and pushing and pulling and heaving and ho-ing. and cardio. there has also been cardio, in the form of bikes and rowing machines... (and WOW. who knew rowing would be such a total body work-out?! i mean.... there's a good chance i don't have great form, seeing as how i've uh... never actually rowed, before... but man, legs...back...shoulders...abs...you name it, it was sore the next day. so... good times! 3 pats on the back for me!)

anyway, so thats my little up-date!

now, off you go. and dont forget to vote for WHY YOU TRI over at Wil's place, eh?!

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so Iron Wil had this fantabulous idea about losing weight in the off-season right?! and i, being a master champion of hopping on to band-wagon's decided that yeah... i think i'll do that too. (right after i decided that i get to use the term "off-season" because, im a runner now. i run. thats what i do. marathons even. yeah. ain't no thang... just runnin marathons.....!)

so lah-dee-dah i'm off to the gym. i head there with the thought of "i've been running for 5 months. i will be thinner/have less body-fat"... right? i mean. that would make sense.

but......noooooooooope. i am the same. i have lost exactly ONE POUND (how that is even possible is truly beyond me) and have only lost like 2% bodyfat. or like 1%. i can't even remember.

so..... thats dumb. i mean for the love, i even gained inches around my thighs. yeah right is all i have to say about that, cuz folks, no. just.... no. (yes, i'm also the master champion of living in denial. don't mind me, i'll just be over here deciding for myself what my body fat % is!!!)

so i thought about it. and i did the math and..... (dont laugh at the following numbers)

current weight: 136 (i'm pretending i weigh 128)
current body fat: 29.blahblah% (omg. ew. i'm pretending that says 22%)
current lean body mass: 96.56
current amount of disgusting fat on my body: 39.44 (ew. ewewewew)
daily caloric intake for moderately active me: 2042
what i should aim for: 1500

so. those are the numbers.

what am i doing with these numbers?

i'm not entirely sure.

?! yes i'm also the champion of not quite complete ideas! woo me!

anyway... so, thats where i'm at..... now all i gotta do is figure out how to lose 10 pounds of fat while building muscle.

so this'll be fun.....?!

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its not often a song hits you the way this one did me. its everything i never had the strength or courage to say myself, and i just had to get it out there, off my chest.

NO..by Shakira

No, no intentes disculparte
No juegues a insistir
Las excusas ya existían antes de ti

No, no me mires como antes
No hables en plural
La retórica es tu arma más letal

Voy a pedirte que no vuelvas más
Siento que me duelas todavía aquí
Adentro

Y que a tu edad sepas bien lo que es
Romperle el corazón a alguien así

No se puede vivir con tanto veneno,
La esperanza que me dio tu amor
No me la dio más nadie,
Te juro, no miento

No se puede vivir con tanto veneno
No se puede dedicar el alma
A acumular intentos
Pesa más la rabia que el cemento

Espero que no esperes que te espere
Después de mis 26
La paciencia se me ha ido hasta los pies

Y voy deshojando margaritas
Y mirando sin mirar
Para ver si así, te irritas y te vas

Voy a pedirte que no vuelvas más
Siento que me duelas todavía aquí
Adentro

Y que a tu edad sepas bien lo que es
Romperle el corazón a alguien así

No se puede vivir con tanto veneno
La esperanza que me dio tu amor
No me la dio más nadie
Te juro, no miento

No se puede morir con tanto veneno
No se puede dedicar el alma
A acumular intentos
Pesa más la rabia que el cemento

~No...by Shakira

Posted by a.maria at 09:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (9) | TrackBacks (0)

ok. fatty mcgee over here....

so today i'm minding my own business, walking over to the bottomless candy bowl and lah-dee-dah, i pick up two kit-kat singles, and stroll back over to my desk. i stop and stand next to Chicago Guy's desk to chat as i unwrap my first kit-kat bar.

and as i unwrap it, before i can get my fingers on it..... it falls outta the wrapper, and into the trash can. ker-plunk.

!!!!!!!!!!! immediate hilarity ensued as i asked if Chicago Guy thought that was God's way of telling me to stop with the candy already?!

he said yes...

what do you think?!

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so timing of the new blog title couldnt be any more ironic...

why?! because little miss runner pants, she ain't runnin. and i never thought i'd ever live to hear myself say this... but...

i miss it.

::sigh::

i was ignoring the fact that i can't run. i've been killing myself at the gym, lifting, ellipticalling, and biking. and its been working...mostly. but today, after Stripe Shirt Girl and Tall Blonde emailed about the upcoming Half Marathon we all talked about running, i just couldn't ignore it anymore...

they emailed about running schedules. meeting up on saturday to do a TNT Alumni run.... getting together to run the Gobbler Grind and... well.... i miss it!

it's beautiful out. amazing weather. colorful leaves. crisp air. everyday i drive onto Post and pass runner after runner, and i think to myself... that should be me!!! that should be me out there, being all runner-esque. i have to hold myself back from rolling down the window and yelling at them "i ran a marathon!!!" with a big dumb grin... i dont know why i feel the need to mention that to every runner i pass...EVER.. but i do. (sheepish grin!!)

but alas. running just ain't in the books. i was on the elliptical (the first vertical cardio i've attempted since the M'thon) and after 15 minutes i could feel my knee acting up. i immediately dismounted, stretched, and headed to the bike.

stupid knee. i've been icing. and stretching. and... glaring at it a lot, so as to scare it into submission.

somehow it just hasn't quite gotten the hint.

::double sigh::

ah well. i'll give it another week, and then... THEN, off to a physical therapist with me! or a sports massage therapist!! or... or a surgeon for crying out loud, cuz, serious.... i just wanna run!

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