Little Miss Runner Pants

there is a very good chance that tomorrow evening i will be making an arse of myself, new years eve style.....

once again.

i know, i know, what's new, right?!

BUT!!! before that.... i'm going to the last run of the YEAR!!! with TNT!!! and i'm so excited to run in the 30* weather!!! because my parents hooked me UP for christmas and i am gunna be one fine lookin' lady in my new gear!!!

(omg. brr. i'm cold just thinking about it. this will be a first for me. i'm the kind of excited that is laced with fear. you know, the kind that makes you jump up and down while you clasp your hands together under your chin and quietly wonder to yourself "why am i doing this again?"..... oy.)

in preparation for tomorrows festivities (like the good hostess i am... all prepared to feed my drunken crew when we hobble back to my apt. after the bars close. WEEE! looking forward to it!) i put new batteries in my camera, and figured eh. why not take a pic of my necklace, since i've sorta not done that yet?!

so... here it is. bask in the glow of.... Nike Girl!!! and... my neck. ooooh...ahhhh...

(her bottom foot looks ackwardly...huge. its not. its just the angle. promise. she's not some weird "i have an over-grown right club-like foot" runner girl. don't worry!)

oh, and uh... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!

see y'all on the flip side! weeeeeeee!!!!!....

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my mom, in true motherly fashion, volunteered me, without my knowledge, to play my flute at mid-night mass this christmas. i found out about a week ahead of time, and of course, don't have my flute with me in KC, nor have i even played in 6ish months... so. i was just thrilled

i get home, and i get the music and my flute friday... the service i'm playing at is saturday evening, so that gives me a day.... but, its christmas music. and not complicated in any way shape or form, so, whatever. i'm all good. i rehearse with the choir and all is well.

saturday evening, service begins, i play my first piece... everything goes well. not only am i a running goddess (ha!) i am now a. maria, player of christmas carols. saving the day with her triumphant flute mastery.... i lower my stand, go back to my pew, and bask in my own job well done. (as well as pray and sing and all the other things you do at church. on christmas. at midnight....)

about an hour later, its time for me to play again. Silent Night. the mother of all carols. and am i worried? nervous? uhhh. no. a. maria. master of all things flute, remember?!

so i go back up to the front, take a look at the music.... its still as i left it, silent night on top, both pages, all is well .... i start playing, and everything is great. i am in my head already congratulating myself on a job well done. i'm thinking to myself..hmm. maybe i'll take my flute along with me the next time i go to the symphony (because i do that so often?!) incase the lead flute has some sort of unforseen finger spasm, i could just hop in and take over. it'd really be no big deal, and i'd be doing them such a favor (?! who AM i?!)

..... as i'm getting to the bottom of the first sheet of music, they lower the lights.... unbeknownst to me, as i'm playing Silent Night, the acolytes were going around lighting candles for everyone, so that they could sing Silent Night by candlelight... cuz. yeah. thats a great idea.

except. i dont have a candle.

so of course i'm like um... uh-oh?! but i keep on playing, my eyes adjust, and all is well. once again, a.maria almighty pulls thru.

so i finish the first sheet of music, go to play the first note on the second page of music and..... "rouuuuund yon virrrrgin.... WANKKKKKKKK"

omg what was that. omg that was not the right note. omg. omg. omg.

as i'm standing there, infront of God and everyone, i play this B natural, just outta NOWHERE, and its wrong. but i look and... no its not wrong. thats a B natural.... so i go to play the next note, thinking...wtf just happened? that IS the right note. it says so RIGHT THERE on the sheet of music....

WAAAAAAANK....wrong note again!!!!!!!

so i stop playing. cuz wtf is going on? i'm utterly confused.... the choir starts humming behind me, cuz.... wtf else are they gunna do? and the director is looking at me like im some sort of mutant, like wtf? what are you doing? and i'm mouthing to him "ITS THE WRONG MUSIC!! ITS THE WRONG MUSIC!!" and i'm kinda laughing... while i'm standing, in the front of church, in the dark, while everyone is humming SILENT freaking NIGHT, and i'm at a loss.

what do i do what do i do what do i do. i very quickly converse with myself, in my head, as to whether or not i can play it from memory.

quite simply? no!

so i'm standing there, and finally the director hands me his copy of the music and points out where we're at, and i come back in with "hooooly infant so tennnnnder and mild..." and i play the rest of the song and as the director starts playing on the piano, keying the congregation to join in, i duck my head, tip-toe back to my pew and die.

i just wankered my way thru SILENT NIGHT. at church. with candles. on CHRISTMAS EVE. you have got to be kidding. you've gotta be kidding. you've gotta be kidding. i have never in my LIFE played such a blatently wrong note, ever, ever, EVER. and now? on christmas EVE. when nobody was SINGING. no nothing? really?!

REALLY?!!!!! how could this have HAPPENED?!!

(come to find out, one of the sheets of music got blown off the stand, and whoever picked it up, put it right back on top of the other music... so half way thru Silent Night, i started playing the second sheet of O Come All Ye Faithful.. and my dumbass self never thought to look to see if it was the RIGHT sheet of music. just that...it WAS music. so maybe filling in for the symphony...?! not such a good idea....)
....

the rest of service continues, people file out, and i just kinda slither my way down, farther and farther, into the pew. people are coming up to me, left and right "oh, you did such a good job, that was great"...etc etc... and i'm looking at them, like...are they nuts?

and then.... "that must have been horrible, them shutting off the lights on you. i can't believe they did that. you recovered so well...."

....?!...

omg. YES! YES! that WAS horrible!! and not at ALL my fault! i didn't know what was going on!! i couldn't SEE. i didn't KNOW!! it was DARK! yes. THATS IT!!!!! hoorah!!!

and just like that..... a. maria conquerer of all? yeah. she was so back. marathons, water-stops, and now? christmas carols.

oh yeah. life. is. good.

(but MAN must i just be quite the entertainment for the big man upstairs!!)

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yes okay see how my hand is NOT raised?!

oy.

before you all roll your eyes at my sheer naivety, lets just review here for un momentito... i have never consistently run on the treadmill for weeks at a time, nor have i ever had an "off-season"... so going from one to the other... well.... i figured, cool. i can run on the treadmill for 45 minutes, easy, so that should mean i can still run around outside 45 minutes, easy.

ho-hooo, ooh... yeah.... i was wrong.

i set out for the golf course... quite appropriately, as i found out, because this same route was my first "intro to running" route back in the "i am not a runner" days. and i'd like to say running today was oh so much easier than running, for the first time... in something like 5 years... back in May. but uh... it wasnt.

okay okay. yes it was. but it wasn't as easy as i feel like it should have been.

the same corners became my same walking havens. the same light posts became my same "crap now i gotta run" death markers, and the same hills.... oh the hills.... they became, once again, my legs' nemesis...es. (i'm pluralizing nemesis there. if ya know...ya didnt catch that....chm. yes. grammer good....)

but i did it. and much like last time....there were no records broken, or PR's set... but i didn't curse the sport. or question my sanity in participating in it.

i just quietly smacked the back of my own head for thinking an easy 45 minute run on the treadmill = an easy 45 minute run outside.

and laughed a little. cuz as much running as i've done in the past 6 months... man. do i still have a lot to learn!

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the boots were all stacked neatly in the closet with care, in hopes that the single girl living in the city would be returning home with... perhaps... NEW boots?!

she had no children, which was fine with her because she is just 25 and lets not get ridiculous...and the thought of sugar plums dancing just quite frankely always confused her.

Gundy, Princeton and Patches (her three pets, a stuffed duck, bear, and dog, with whom she will never part. they are family to this single girl living in the big city, and no its not weird that she still has stuffed animals at the age of 25) had just settled in for a long winters nap

when out on the roof there arose such a clatter, she sprang from her bed to see what was the matter... away to the window she flew like a flash (because she was a runner. and though sprinting is not something she willingly takes part in, she can really turn up the speed for a few yards at a time!)..peeked thru the blinds and did not throw any sash, for she knows not what a sash is.

the moon on the breast of the few days old-fallen snow gave the parking lot a dismal glow, when, what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

with a little old driver, so lively and quick, she knew in a moment it must be st. nick.

more rapid than eagles, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

Now Running Chick, Now Nic
Now Bolder and Flatman
On Jeanne! On Runner Susan!
On Viper and Naomi!
(and all the other RBF'ers that she oh so lovingly reads.....found in her links --> go check 'em out)

to the race course! to the race course! THROUGH THE WALL!! (ooooh, look how well that works out!)

Now Dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!!!!!

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yes. i know. too much time on my hands, right?! ah well.

i'm heading HOME!!!!!! tomorrow after work, and am not bringing Mackie, the laptop, along for the ride. so, while i can, i just wanted to wish you ALL a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS (and all other holiday/religious related celebrations!)

drink a lot. eat a lot. we're runners, thats what we DO!!! so enjoy the holiday, be merry, and sing a carol or two!

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anyway... so posting about my thrilling half hour jaunt on the treadmill where i barely break a sweat (such a lie. i sweat like a beast just looking at my running shoes, who am i kidding!)... anyway, its not all that interesting. and so therefore... like i said... i havent been talking about it much. (outside of the boy trouble it happens to create for me. or.. i create for myself while doing... six of one, half-dozen of the other...)

ANYWAY. my GOODNESS am i all over the map today.

so. reeling it in here.... i finally have some running-related news to share!!

as i said...i've been running again lately (and now we've come full circle....) and i'm slowly starting to get back into that mindset. mostly meaning, i've actually been running when i'm supposed to be running, for as long as, sometimes longer than, i'm supposed to be running, and i'm enjoying it again.

with the new year just RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER (holy bejeeses where did 2005 go?!) my 2006 goals are getting more and more set in place, and i'm becoming more and more confident that no, summer '05 wasn't just a fluke, i really am settling into this "running is part of my life" thing... and... i couldnt be more excited about it.

what's changed?!....

first off, i've been talking about running the Groundhog 10k for months now. its been the "welcome back to running" race that i've had my eye on forever... but for a while there late november/early december, i kinda brushed it off... oooh, my knee. oooh, its too cold to train, ooooh, i just dont have the time anymore but then...

i got the TNT update. the TNT san diego marathon kick-off meeting announcement (and if you havent been tuning in lately, San Diego is M'thon #2 for this chica right here!) is just weeks away... training will begin soon, and all that excitement, and adrenaline, and.... ok, excitement is the only word i can come up with right now, but... it just boiled up. i got giddy.... giddy.

and so what'd i do? i went straight to that "welcome back to running" race that i'd blown off, and....

i'm in!

and seriously? i've been talking running ever since. i'm back in it, just like that, and i couldn't be happier about it.

so to all of you i've been reading lately, that have been in the middle of the blahs, and the post-race let downs, and the winter blues, and the holidy "i'm just too busy right now"..., wondering if you'll have the excitement and motivation that you had to do a second, third, fourth.....19th, marathon...

you will! because this kind of excitement gets down in your BONES. i literally am jumping up and down (no seriously. i just got out of my chair and hooped hollared. just so that i could say literally), my heart is racing (most likely because i just got out of my chair and hooped and hollared. who does that?!) and i can't wait.

i'm all fired up. and soon... you will be too!

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8:30 people... a la a 7 yr old.

and ya know what?!....it ROCKED!!!! i woke up like 3 times and it still wasnt even MIDNIGHT yet. that's an awesome feeling. i wish it happened more often..

but so this morning when my alarm went off at 6am, i thought to myself....no need to sleep in! i'm awake! i just got a retarded amount of sleep! what will i do for an hour before i head off to work?!

hmmmm.....ooooh, i know!!!!!!! i'll make breakfast!!!!! hmm. what sounds good.... look in my fridge. there is no food. just some corn tortillas (because my fridge will never not have corn tortillas) and eggs...

uh-oh! sounds like miguitas to me!

so..... i make. and... i eat..... and.... hmph. dammit, why dont these ever taste like when my mom makes'em?!

gah! why? why is it that no matter what you do, the same recipe, the same brands of foods, everything..... nothing ever tastes as good as when your mom makes it. and i am not a bad cook people. i love to cook. i'm pretty good at it. but miguitas? NEVER. they are NEVER as good as my mom's...... EVER!

hmph. stupid breakfast.

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so last night is Hallmark Girl's birthday shin-dig. we go out. we drink. we be merry.

Dancer Girl decides to crash at my place, so we're driving up to my building, and there's this hot guy walking across the street. at 3am. hand in hand with a girl.

so we're looking at them, and i'm looking.... and....

is that Hottie Guy? ....hey Dancer Girl...is that.... is? is that him?

nooo. nope. nooo--uhh. hmm. (he then turns his head, so i see his face).... HA! thats him! thats Hottie Guy!! omg!!!

wait a second. why am i so excited? this does not bode well for me!!!

so Dancer Girl and i pull into the parking spot.... should we wait here so we don't run into him with her?....i dont know! maybe we should hurry in and beat him to the elevator?!.....yeah. or wait. we could wait? OMG this is hysterical. why does this kinda stuff happen to me? you've got to be kidding me?!!.... ok lets go in. i dont' see them

so we walk up to the door of my building, and as we're walking up the stairs we see them getting onto the elevator together..........holding hands.

and i just start laughing. i mean really? REALLY?!...... guess that explains why he hasnt called in a few weeks!!!

good grief.

luckily, i find it all very humorous, Dancer Girl and i go up to my place and just kinda roll our eyes and giggle.

hmph. men!

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and all of this...well lets face it, i was workin it. but. the clencher??

fishnet stalkings people. fish. net. me = en fuego.

and then what happens? he's already at the damn gym when i get there, so he only sees me in my gym-attire, and..... come to find out, he's got a girlfriend.
(how do i know this? i can be very resourceful when i need to be. don't even worry about it)

so, i'm down for the count, right?

WRONG!!!

blah blah blah, work. get bored. eat a piece of chocolate cake.

so i get home and decide maybe another few miles on the tread would be a good decision (ran a few at the gym... 2.05 to be exact. knee kinda throbbed a bit after, but i got home and was fine, so.... why not take it out for a spin?!)

and WHAT a phenomenal decision that was, because who do i see when i walk down to the basement and enter our somewhat ghetto gym type area??

hottie boy from a few weekends ago that lives in my building and i drool over.

on a regular basis.

ad nauseum.

yesssssss... talk about a damn great motivator to get my butt down there EVERY NIGHT!!!

eye contact. yup. head nod. def'ly... keep it cool. you are here to run. not pick up dudes. (yeah right.) so, i mount the tread, start'er up and....EFFING OUCH!!! dammit. my left foot. somethings jacked with the tongue of my shoe.dammit. dammit. can't run like this..sharp, searing pain......... so i stop the tread. try and fix. ok. we're good. no big deal that this room is the size of my closet and he's directly in front of me. FACING me. no. big. deal. just.... run.

so. start'er up again......&%*^! YOW! omg. this never happens to me. i am like the queen of tying my shoe. what is going on with the tongue of this thing. i am friggin cursed. be smooth. HA. i look like a friggin gimp. thank god i didnt wear my "MARATHON" shirt. i'd look like a damn fool. ok. lets try this again....

as always...third time's a charm. so i'm running...running... and normally, i look directly straight ahead. theres a big coke machine in the other room and i focus on it. where does Hottie Boy happen to be?! in the WAY! stop looking at him. look at the floor....no dammit thats lame. look at the floor? who looks at the floor when they run. head up.... wow he's really cute ok NO. stop. just... watch tv...... so i'm running, WAY faster than normal because.... there's a boy in the room, and we know what THAT does to my running but finally i catch a break and he goes in the other room to lift.

thank GOD i was about to have a heart attack... so.... speed on tread gets turned wayyyy down (to my normal "is that actually considered running?" pace..) and i find my groove and we're good.

Hottie Boy finishes up, we talk, i ooze flirty-breezey-"ain't no thang i'm just running"-ness, and he leaves.

i wipe away the drool, walk out my last few minutes (b/c now my knee hurts but i dont care... so worth it) and call it a night.

yeahhhh.... i know. i'm ridiculous right? but admit it...its just so FUN!!

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who? WHO?!!

the most amazingly attractive drop dead gorgeous man I think I have ever seen. ever. (at least this month).

he was amazing. tall. dark hair. walked with a swagger that said “that’s right ladies. I have arrived. and you want me, and I know it, but hey, I’m still a cool nice guy, lets do lunch!” … his hair… it was shortish-long… you know, kinda blew in the wind, but still a really good hottie hair cut.

as he walked towards my path, before getting a good look at him, I casually say to Ballerina Girl…"whoa. who’s this character"… thinking nothing of it. but as we grew closer, and closer still, i held my breath. i tried to maintain composure. i attempted eye-contact, but seeing as how i probably came up to his belly-button, there was no eye-contact to be had.

and with that, he passed me. walking in opposite directions. carrying his gym bag. which of course just makes him all the more attractive. why? because that’s how it works, ladies and gentleman, it just does. you don’t question it. you just accept.

and after he had passed, and was out of ear-shot, i finally caught my breath. my knees buckled, i stumbled with the grace of an elephant, and i had three words.

oh. my. gawd.
tomorrow i'm putting on makeup, and actually brushing my hair (!!).

i'm camping out on the basketball court (because, i've done my homework, and he frequents the basketball court.... ooh. ouch. what's that?... my ITB is acting up. i think i need to stretch..... huh. whaddaya know. stretch mats are on the basketball court..... hmm. how 'bout that!??!?) and i'm going to telepathically instruct him to have an unquenchable desire to get to know the girl on the stretching mat.....

thats the plan. we'll see how it goes......

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m'kay. here's the deal.

(deep breath in mmmmmmm, deep breah out, ahhhhhh)

so. 'member back a few posts ago i mentioned that um... chicago guy and i might do a triathlon together? and how i was kinda freaked about it, and boogatie boogatie blah blah blah.

right. so. thing with that was basically... if running is a bunch of left foot- right foot-left foot-right foot, and the complexity of that was too much for me to handle on my own?? well... what in the bejeeses makes me think i can handle kick right foot-kick left foot-pinwheel arms-lift head-breathe in-dunk head down-breathe out-keep going-don't drown-get out of water-run to "T1" (as if i even know what that means)-hop onto bike-pedal right foot-pedal left foot-get off bike-run to "T2"-somehow very quickly change clothes?? (how is this even possible, with all the clothes changing? how does this work?)-left foot-right foot-left foot-right foot-dont be last!!!!

see? its more complicated than "i think i'll do a triathlon". there is GEAR involved. bikes and..... goggles. fancy clippy-onny shoes that match helmets and bikes, a la Wil.... so...... cue freaking out me.

(and y'all know i got the freaking out thing covered. done AND done.)

so i finally grew the needed cajones and admitted my interest in a triathlon to my coach...

surprisingly, even though he's extremely familiar with my athletic ability (or.... lack there of, as the case may be).... he didnt laugh! didnt mock, didn't even jolt with a knee-jerk reaction of "this girl is damn nuts!"

so..... eegads. here's what he had to say....

bascially. don't be a wuss. DO IT. (ohhhh, okay. its THAT easy? sure! yeesh.)... he's got a few different training programs i can join, all starting in April. so. until then, i should work on my swimming and strength training for the next few months while getting ready for the june 4th m'thon. and then start tri specific around april, and enter an event in july.

um. here's the thing............. the strength training i've got covered. the swimming.... i.. i can swim. don't get me wrong. according to almost all previous swimming instructors, i can even swim pretty... i.e. supposedly i have good form (although, i find this difficult to believe) so. yes. can swim.

i can even swim for long periods of time... if. ya know. you count things like "hey, look at me, i'm doing a handstand in the water"... and... "hey. i can swim like a dolphin. cool".... or, i dunno.... "hey time me while i hold my breathe under water!"....

but going back and forth and back and forth in a lane pool?

not so much. should be interesting.

anyway. here's where the RBF.. obviously the TRI-ing RBF comes in.

WHAT DO I DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?!?! from now until january, i'm going to just continue my normal run/bike/row/lift schedule, because i need time to let this settle, but come january, i'm going to start "working on my swimming".... (oh dear lord what have i gotten myself into?!) and i'm going to need help.

should i just get in the pool and...swim? should i be counting how many laps i can do without dying? should i concentrate on............. i dont even KNOW. my stroke? or... how many times i breathe? or... my kick? my "body roll" (i totally just read that on someone elses blog. i dont even know what that really means)....

basically, should i just go gung-ho, or should i have a plan? is this whole thing completely absurd? who am i to think i can do a friggin triathlon YOU PEOPLE ARE QUITE THE INFLUENCE ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*sigh*
help me out here guys. i am a lost little puppy dog right now, just kinda chasing my tail round and round in circles.

and i'm getting dizzy!

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The directions are....."Write 5 random facts about yourself, and then list the names of 5 people whom you in turn infect. Also, leave a post to these people letting them know they have been infected".....

so. 5 random facts, huh?! lets see what i can come up with......

numero uno.... growing up, when counting to 100 in spanish (and still kinda now) i get confused with/could never remember how to say the 40's.... and sometimes kinda the 50's.... i mean come on, tell me..."cuarenta"... looks like 40. ya know? i mean, everytime... and, in that same vein, if i have to say a number in the teens, i have a hard time being like oh... 14 = catorce. i have to count up from 10, because apparently i only know the numbers if i'm saying them in order.
(kinda like if you asked what the 12th letter of the alphabet was... i'd have to be like, a=1, b=2, etc....)

number two.... after college, and especially after my last boyfriend and i broke up, i started going to the movies by myself a lot... it was one of those things where...why not? ya know? i wanted to see a movie, i was either living at home, so there weren't many people to have go with me, or i had just moved to KC, and, same thing... or, nobody WANTED to go. so, i started going by myself. and everyone always asks just how on earth can i do that? but if you think about it..... what do you do at the movies? you sit there. not talking. watching a screen...... what about that do you NEED a viewing partner for?

three..... i love egg nog. every winter i just wait for the week that they start putting out the egg nog, and its total bliss. i love the stuff. granted, i can't drink more than half a glass full, b/c the stuff is just thi-ICK, but mannnnn, tastes good goin' down. especially if paired with a muffin? omg. joy-gasmic.

fourth random fact....... my favorite character on Sesame Street was/is.... Oscar the Grouch.
tell that to my friends, and they'll reply with a "yeah...that doesnt surprise me".... but i mean. he was awesome. he always made me laugh. and his hair was always so messy...i can really relate to that!! but really, if you wanna get down to the nitty gritty.... he was my favorite character, because of his favorite pet.... Slimey the Worm.

ohhhh, Slimey just always brought a smile to my face. strange? i know. but i can't help it. the damn guy is just so CUTE!

and last but not least, the fifth random fact comin at ya is...... heh. my mom will laugh at this one.... in kindergarten, i won a coloring contest.... because i could color inbetween all the lines the best out of all the kids in my class! i got a little certificate, and it was framed, and...... its still hanging upstairs in the den!!!

yeah thats right. a coloring contest. and i won it, fair and square! so HA! beat that!

now then..... as per the rules, i must now tag five other lucky bloggers. so..... how'bout....

Jeanne at not born to run
as well as..... Danny at training for my next m'thon

as a third, i'll go ahead and choose..... Jack, at running with jack and i'll round it out with Alison at tough cookie and Riona over at i run seattle

ok, so... tag... you're it!

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out of everything, i guarantee, that'll take the longest.

ANYway. i just wanted to wish you all a great week. i'll be back
thursday evening, with hopefully some crazy running around
new york stories and some beautiful pics of the mountains!

until then, happy running!

(oh and uh... did anyone catch that game this weekend?! crazy......!!)

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#1 i enjoy running. i need to remember not to forget that. today was kinda fun. and having the tv to watch while running is really not that bad of a thing.

#2 i have decided on a when and where for M2

#3 i'm about 90% sure Chicago Guy and i are going to train for a sprint triathlon together.

#3.5 .....#3 freaks me out because i have no idea what i will be getting myself into. its something i've wanted to do for a while but never ever ever verbalized, because if "i am not a runner"...then...i sure as shit am not a triathlete. that much we can ALL be certain. and even more so than a "runner"...there's something about being a triathlete. hell, theres something about being a triathlete in training that i dont know if i have in me.

scratch that. that i dont know if i'm ready to be.... there's a lot of holy shit holy shit holy shit involved with #3, because when i do something, i do it 100%.... and its not that i don't respect marathoner's (because quite obviously i do) but tri'people are on this whole other level that... honestly, i dont even know about. i wouldnt know how to begin. i wouldnt know how to TRY to begin.

so. #3 creates a bit of a stomach flop, small eye-fluid leak (NO. not crying. its different), and a step into a world that in all honesty, i'm just intimidated by.

(whew. didn't know i was going to admit to #3... or #3.5 today. wonder what that means?!)

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