Wherein it is okay that I suck

I actually made it running today!
I know, I was as shocked as you are. I got up about a half hour after my alarm started going off, and even though the cats were looking for attention I said "No! I must do this thing so that I do not feel totally ashamed of myself and lumpish all weekend" and I went.
It was a short run, (about 2 miles) but nonetheless it was actual physical activity.
Today is my last day of work here, and we're supposed to have breakfast (though I am not sure when--and I'm hungry already so I hope they feed us soon). Its a little weird. I can't believe I'm not coming back here.
And for the next four days I will be saying "I'm between jobs right now" whenever anyone asks me what I do. Because that will be fun.
Yeah breakfast, bring it on.

Second floor, women's apparel

I suck and the suckage just keeps getting suckier. I went out, all set to run yesterday and instead I ran errands: There is all of this stuff to do, and rather than getting it done I am just moping about it and hating my weekend plans that prevent proper procrastination.
My fall back plan is giving everything away.
And it looks like that may be becoming the standing orders.

My favorite kind of berry is an eggplant

So just generally I am not a fan of the sharing of dreams: its that slightly-queasy-too-much-info feeling, and I just can't handle it. That being said, occasionally there is just something so ridiculous that my subconscious throws at me that I feel compelled to share: I know, loopy much?
On this particular occasion, I have no direct explanation, though for background I will say that I am generally a vegetarian, and lately I've been craving chicken.
Last night I dreamed up a product called "Jacket Meat" that looked like a hotdog but was in fact the skin of a hotdog filled with yogurt. Even in the dream I knew that there was no way I could eat this thing, and that even though it was being marketed as a vegetarian alternative to hotdogs, there was no way it could possibly be regarded as vegetarian.
Stranger still, I was creating an art installation out of trucker caps advertising this product. Big ones, little ones, all of them attached to wire or a wall in some manner.
I wonder if truckers would eat Jacket Meat.
I wonder if there are vegetarian truckers.

Sometimes it just doesn't matter what you had for breakfast.

Did a very lazy 5 miler on Saturday, and had (the first) running argument with JLB. Not cool--and not really an argument either. We're supposed to be going away next weekend (worlds worst timing, honestly I've pretty much stopped looking forward to it) and I thought we were leaving at a reasonable hour on Friday morning, so I could go running first (I was planning that as my long run day, so that I could chill for the rest of the weekend). Now he wants to go Thursday night and(for an extra $20) camp with friends of his. That I don't know. I'm leery, and also annoyed. Why now? I've got to pack things and get ready to move when we get back, and at this point I regret saying I would go because it would be way easier to just get it done this weekend. Damn. If I go in this frame of mind I won't have a good time, it won't matter what is going on.

suckage

I got my car back last night and tried again to pick up my new shoes--apparently they may never have existed, the paperwork wasn't in the proper binder and the sportshoe people claim to have called on Monday(if they had, I wouldn't have gone there on Wednesday and again on Thursday). How annoying. I told them I wouldn't ever order anything from them again --its the "Sportshoe Center" if anyone wants to join in my boycott--They may be just a regional chain, I'm not sure. It means that I still have old shoes, and need to run (ugh, lets just not get into that right now) and I'm getting set to move house within the next two weeks, though it will probably be temporary and I'll have to move again after that. It is exciting, but I have to stop thinking about it (in trepidation) and doing it (in earnest).

topsy turvy

So things are good: though the running is messed up.
I went into town to pick up my new running shoes (I scored last years Brooks, which I ran the last marathon in, so I'm psyched about that, but they had to be shipped in, so waiting is a pain) they weren't where they were supposed to be, and then my car broke and I had to do the whole waiting-for-a-tow-truck and then getting a ride home thing, so I didn't end up going running last night.
I hate it when life gets in the way.
But I am still very excited about the impending move! Yes oh yes I am.

Hells Yeah

So that job? The one that I wanted? The one that I didn't get and was devastated about?
I got a call today...and they've offered it to me.
Unless of course I just hallucinated the whole thing, which honestly is completely possible, this is just that good.
I am so super totally excited right now. I should not be near people. I should be laying on my back in the middle of a field laughing like a maniac.
Because I would like to be laughing like a maniac, and I'm pretty sure that would scare the coworkers.
YEAH!.

You say its your birthday!

Well, it was: yesterday.
I got up a little late (the sis and friend didn't get in until after 9, and we had to do the ol' hanging-out and talking type thing until around one, so I think 7:30 is still alright) It was nice and cool and breezy: I did a little 3-miler, with 12 minutes of tempo in the middle. It went really well, though its not the fastest I've ever felt it was good feeling and thats enough for me.
We went tubing on the White river yesterday: tons of fun if you ever have the chance, and the lady who rented us the tubes asked if I wanted to be in her dance troupe (yes, very unexpected, I'm not really dancerly at all) but I gave her my email when it turned out its this one-shot deal and everyone is dressed up as skeletons.
Today I go to pick up new shoes (I found the same model-year I ran the last one in ~Yesssss!~ but they had to ship it so I'm going for it today) It'll be a late run tonight I think.

Change of pace

I went hiking on Saturday, a short fairly non-strenuous hike that seemed like such a good idea at the time: a little piece of the Long Trail, a nice little summit of Pico Mountain, all around a great idea.
Sunday my hips were mad at me all day. They are in fact still a little miffed at me.
So I didn't make the long run happen this weekend.
I did do some intervals on Friday after work, a set of 2-3-3-3-2 that was pretty close to my limit, all things considered.
Hopefully this is the week I get better at sticking to a schedule.
Such a fool am I.

I may have a truth problem

Taught yoga last night--though only one person showed up so it was really just more chatting and stretching than actual class. I had intentions of going running afterward but didn't, I'm having a pretty horrible running week. Actually I'm having a pretty horrible all-over week, but its Friday now so it can only get better, right? Probably not. I'm having company and I think I might just really rather be alone right now. But being as its not their fault but they might be inclined to think it is I can't tell them that, so I am trying the whole 'get happy' now thing in preparation. Its not working so great, but the day is young yet.

Humid much?

I stopped waiting for it to cool down around nine last night and just went for it. Once I got going it really wasn't too bad--moving air will do that for you, but stopping was a pretty fierce sort of surprise: standing water on all surfaces. y-u-c-k yuck. But it felt so good to go, I was glad. Another instance of that infamous JLB saying: "running [a short distance like 3 miles] is never a bad idea" Which is so true. I use it as a sort of motivational prod on days when I don't feel like leaving my kitchen: usually pointing out that its not going to hurt is enough of a prod to lace up the old sneaks and get out of there.
I have attempted to counter several times though that although 3 miles is never a bad idea, anything above 10 can be a bad idea if you're not adequately prepared. I've had some experience with running 11- and 12-milers in crappy conditions (too hot, too humid) or with inadequate preparation (hung over, dehydrated) and I attest to the fact that those distances can, and in fact do, hurt sometimes.
But 3 miles is a much more forgiving distance. And if it really does wreck you, the walk home is a manageable one(and I've done it: anemia can do horrible things to a person, but you can still manage to walk the 1.5 miles home after you fall over, trust me). This is why I don't understand people who say they "can't" run. Its just so easy: all you have to do is want to. Thats really all it takes. I can understand not wanting to run (I have whole days like that) but just saying "I can't" come on now.
The heat is supposed to break today, and through the weekend temperatures aren't supposed to get too much higher than 70 degrees. I'm looking forward to it, since I've got a long run to do.

Well, here we are again

Back again: I went down to Philly this past weekend for Sleater-Kinney's penultimate show (not their last-last, but probably the last one I'll see, since they're not coming any closer).
It was good, but not fantastic, mostly because of the heat.
It was really very funny, watching the hipster crowd melt into puddles on the floor because of the outrageous temperature and energy and still attempting to keep their hair nice.
some gems from this weeks travels:
A woman to her husband in a roadside fastfood place (a Wendy's I think) "Its been 24 hours. I think we're lost". After we heard that we kept trying to figure out where they could have been from that it had taken them 24 hours to get to Ct. (we decided somewhere in the vicinity of South Carolina, not taking the highways--since they were lost)
One hipster (quite fashionable, I thought he was gay at first glance) to another, less fashionable, more effeminate hipster: "and she wouldn't even come to this show with me, I don't think we have very much in common I think we might break up" (understand that this is at a grrrl rock show, which --generally--the mens are not all about to begin with: my little sister rolled her eyes and said 'who is he kidding?' and we laughed like loons)
All in all a pretty good trip. I didn't do much running: the first morning I did go to the little gym at the hotel and run for 20minutes and avail myself of the universal weights thingamagigy but after that we did hours and hours of walking around the city, which I decided was a fair substitution, for the time being.
I had the good intention of getting up and going this morning but it is so hot out that I decided against it in favor of laying still for a little while longer.
Obviously I am way off track, and need to jump back on it in a quick like fashion if I have any hope at all of finishing.