I know I'm better than before
I will not be reconstructed
Just wanna stay right here
On the sunny side of the street
I will not be reconstructed
Just wanna stay right here
On the sunny side of the street
It’s supposed to rain today, but so far? No rain! And now that it’s warming up, I can get down to the track earlier. Not early enough, apparently. Right after I started the warm up walk, a man passed me from out of nowhere, scaring the mess out of me. It was pushing sixty out there and the guy was wearing jeans, work boots, a black sweatshirt and battered leather utility gloves.
Shit, I thought. I always knew I was going to die on this track.
I slowed down to let him pass me. You know, so I could keep an eye on him. Once I got to the other side of the track, a woman showed up with her Golden Retriever. Safety in numbers, folks. With three of us on the track, nobody’s killing anybody without having a pesky witness to intercept.
I had my pocketknife with me, so that helped, too.
Incidentally, this is the same Golden Retriever I met on the track last year, only back then he was a little bitty puppy. They grow so fast!
Anyway. It was 59°F when I got down to the track. Nice and sunny, a little bit of wind. Absolutely scrumptious running weather. So you’d think I’d have a good run, right? Meh. It was okay. I felt really, really heavy again, but I’ll be getting my period next week (sorry, guys) so maybe that had something to do with it.
I felt really good the entire run, though right around the fourth interval, I started to feel a little haggard. I woke up this morning feeling like I was coming down with a cold, but it was probably just allergies. A lot of it was mental, too. I had a lot on my mind, thinking about everything I need to do today, and I just felt really overwhelmed.
The weird thing is, it felt hard and easy at the same time. Towards the end of the last few intervals, I kept thinking, Is it over yet?? but at the same time, I felt like ... I don’t know how to describe it. I felt like I was running. Not just plodding along, but full-on running.
Weird.
Anyway, thank gad for good weather. And for hockey! Oh my gaaahd, last night’s Red Wings game was awesome. (Franzen’s a KILLER!) They shamed Colorado with their own lawn. I’m hoping they end up playing Dallas in the Western Conference finals. Why? Because I have an irrational, all-consuming hatred for all things Dallas. It started with the Cowboys and now includes the Stars (with the exception of Richards and Holmqvist). To be fair to the Cowboys, I don’t hate them nearly as much as I hate Greenbay.
Food-wise:
I’m ashamed to say, I had a bowl of Cocoa Crispies for breakfast. The shame doesn’t stop there, though. I bought the cereal because I wanted the Indiana Jones Adventure Spoon. Don’t judge me.
For lunch I’m planning on a chick’n wrap with lettuce tomatoes and salsa. Why not throw in a big salad as well? Dinner’s up in the air, but I might make lasagna this weekend. I got some Teese burnin’ a hole in my fridge! I’m also going to try my hand at some maple pecan bread. It’s a test recipe for a cookbook, so I’ll have to try one tiny little slice. The rest I can pawn off on my unsuspecting family.
See you again on Sunday.
Shit, I thought. I always knew I was going to die on this track.
I slowed down to let him pass me. You know, so I could keep an eye on him. Once I got to the other side of the track, a woman showed up with her Golden Retriever. Safety in numbers, folks. With three of us on the track, nobody’s killing anybody without having a pesky witness to intercept.
I had my pocketknife with me, so that helped, too.
Incidentally, this is the same Golden Retriever I met on the track last year, only back then he was a little bitty puppy. They grow so fast!
Anyway. It was 59°F when I got down to the track. Nice and sunny, a little bit of wind. Absolutely scrumptious running weather. So you’d think I’d have a good run, right? Meh. It was okay. I felt really, really heavy again, but I’ll be getting my period next week (sorry, guys) so maybe that had something to do with it.
I felt really good the entire run, though right around the fourth interval, I started to feel a little haggard. I woke up this morning feeling like I was coming down with a cold, but it was probably just allergies. A lot of it was mental, too. I had a lot on my mind, thinking about everything I need to do today, and I just felt really overwhelmed.
The weird thing is, it felt hard and easy at the same time. Towards the end of the last few intervals, I kept thinking, Is it over yet?? but at the same time, I felt like ... I don’t know how to describe it. I felt like I was running. Not just plodding along, but full-on running.
Weird.
Anyway, thank gad for good weather. And for hockey! Oh my gaaahd, last night’s Red Wings game was awesome. (Franzen’s a KILLER!) They shamed Colorado with their own lawn. I’m hoping they end up playing Dallas in the Western Conference finals. Why? Because I have an irrational, all-consuming hatred for all things Dallas. It started with the Cowboys and now includes the Stars (with the exception of Richards and Holmqvist). To be fair to the Cowboys, I don’t hate them nearly as much as I hate Greenbay.
Food-wise:
I’m ashamed to say, I had a bowl of Cocoa Crispies for breakfast. The shame doesn’t stop there, though. I bought the cereal because I wanted the Indiana Jones Adventure Spoon. Don’t judge me.
For lunch I’m planning on a chick’n wrap with lettuce tomatoes and salsa. Why not throw in a big salad as well? Dinner’s up in the air, but I might make lasagna this weekend. I got some Teese burnin’ a hole in my fridge! I’m also going to try my hand at some maple pecan bread. It’s a test recipe for a cookbook, so I’ll have to try one tiny little slice. The rest I can pawn off on my unsuspecting family.
See you again on Sunday.
(Tank says hi.)
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