chimichanga?

I've caught my younger sister's cold, and life persisted in not letting me got to the gym yesterday, and thus It Is Hard To Be Me et cetera. On the upside there is fruit and also bagels and cookies in the break room, so if I were hungry, that'd be fantastic. But I'm not, sadly, I'm just not feeling great: that whole resenting existence thing, combined with sore throat and this weird head stuffiness that doesn't interfere with nose-breathing, but is constantly dripping down my aforementioned sore throat (eeew, I know) I want nothing more than to be curled up somewhere quiet with appropriate entertainment (books, movies, wrestling cats. Or all three). Going home early is such a fantastic idea. Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good beer!

Dance 'Til You Feel Better!

It is nine am and "Jungle Boogie" is on loop in my head. Its going to be a good day.
I did three miles yesterday morning! I know, not really a milestone, and yet, it is. Its the furthest I've been since I started PT, which makes it cool to me at least.
When I went (at just before 7 yesterday morning) there was this chatty group of runners that I have to assume was at least part of the back bay running club. They seemed very nice, I ran just behind them for about a half mile and then they paused to talk to someone and I was ahead of them for another 3/4 of a mile or so and they ran at an easy chatting speed and discussed the things they had to do in the coming day. When I turned around the lady in the group said "bye!" and "have a good day!" which was really very nice, its great when there are nice people around, even if you're not technically one of them--it did make me think I should look more into the whole running club thing actually. Though I'm not sure if I'm quite up to that sort of commitment yet.

A round round robin

Here we are approaching the week before the holidays. Its a busy time, full of procrastination and ambivalence. Am I really that person? Can I really make candy cane reindeer? Do I really feel the need to spend gratuitous amounts of money on people? Do I?
Yeah. I probably do. Its sick really, because its one of those do-they-really-need-it / am-I-feeling-guilty-and-trying-to-compensate-for-something-in-a-totally-Catholic-way sort of deals where you do not want to examine any of the motives behind your gift buying too fully, lest you begin to question the spirit of the holiday completely and have to spend the next two weeks hiding under your bed in a vain attempt at escape.
So I'm all filled with dilemma (mmm like cream filling, but with doubt!) and have a great many things to do that I have been avoiding for weeks now, and the time to suck it up and get on with life has come, and well hell, here goes.
In other news I'm up to 2.5 miles! I think once I get to 5 I can start thinking realistically about road races again. And I really need to get back there: my metaphors are not the only thing around here that is donut-like.

the pineapple is rowdy

Well, another week on the go-go.
I've been to the gym twice, Monday for my little PT-created routine, which is old hat at this point and sort of rote. Yesterday I went and ran for two miles on the treadmill.
I am very "eh" about the whole treadmill running bit. I get bored, my elbows sweat and I run in constant fear that I will either step off the front of the thing (My toes almost always hit the plastic guard at the front with every step--I like to be close I guess) or fall off the back of it, the way I've seen it happen on tv (C.J. Craig on West Wing, that poor girl) . It feels good, gives me more "umph" during the day and also makes up for the massive amount of sweet stuff I keep eating. After the gym yesterday GR and I went to the grocery store and got Edy's Slow churned 2 for $5 Oh yeah. Love it when that happens. Not that its ever a good idea. The only time I will ever feel okay about eating that much ice cream is after running 10 + miles (and even then, it probably shouldn't happen).
Hopefully I'll get back to the gym before I hit that up again.

The cake that ate my head

I'm all chocolate obsessed, food obsessed and anti movement lately. Its so easy to get like this sometimes: the less you move (exercise) the less you want to. The more you eat (candy candy candy) the more you just want to lay still and do nothing at all. Hopefully the change will come when I do the inevitable and suck it up and get myself to the gym. Gigi and I are supposed to go tonight. Its like a plan. The winter just hits and you want to stay home. I can just hear the whiny voice in my head "but I don't want to go. I want to stay here and do_(insert stupid idea here)__".
Ugh. I'm obnoxious. Somebody shut me up already.