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11/27/2006 20.9 does not equal 23Just shy of 21 miles I ran on Saturday. But I was supposed to run 23. I'm PMS'ing, and that had alot to do with my not making the full distance. Who gets period cramps at 45? Shouldn't I be in the waning days of my fertile years? Where is the promised, long awaited menopause when I need it? Shit. Anyway, I've already calculated when my next "special time" arrives, and it'll be before my marathon, so I won't have menstrual cramps to blame that day.
And if being sore from a long run isn't enough, how about tacking on a rear-end collision for good measure? Yesterday I wanted Mexican food, so my son and I hopped into the Jeep and away we went. I had to make a left turn into the restaurant parking lot, was waiting for cross traffic to get an opening so I could turn, and WHAM! We get hit from behind. I jumped out of the car, SO PISSED OFF, and yelled at the other driver "What the fuck is your problem?", to which he replied "You stopped suddenly!". I swear, I wanted to pull him out of his p.o.s. Envoy and start beating the living daylight out of him! Instead, I called the cops, took pictures, checked to make sure my son was alright, and then called my girlfriend to come get Ian and take him home. The long and short of this story is my son and I are both ok, the Jeep only has a scratched up bumper (which, if the dealer needs to replace, his insurance will pay), and all parties walked away injury free, if not emotionally shook up.
When the cop asked me what happened, I told him, and I said I wasn't sweet and polite when I got out of the car. Wanna know what the cop said? "Do you think your attitude might have put him on his heels?". To which I replied, "HE HIT ME!, how about that putting me on MY heels?" Asshole cop. I'm pretty sure he wasn't condescending to the fuckwad. Oh, and the fuckwad was driving WITHOUT A LICENSE!!!!! And he was driving a friend's vehicle. DUMBASS!!!!!!!!!
Y'know what? Writing this is not the cathartic I hoped it would be. I'm gonna leave this alone till I'm not so angry. I should never type angry.
more again later........
20.9 miles, 4:53
still 143 lbs
11/22/2006 Call with a purpose, or don't callI had some friends over yesterday for a study group. We were sorta mid-stride, and a friend called me. She starts with a laugh, and then a long sigh, and followed up with "So.......". And that was all she had. I waited for a a moment, then realized she had nothing, no reason to call other than hopefully evoke a conversation from me. And I am a talker, no denying it, but damn, if you've got nothing, why are you calling me????? So after another fraction of a split second, I informed her I had company and said I'd call her later. Well, later hasn't arrived yet, as I have not called her back. Maybe after I publish this entry, I'll give her a jingle. Maybe later when it stops raining.
more again later..... 11/20/2006 4971that's how many hits my space has had. i know alot of it is me checking my space, making changes, reading comments, etc.
always an interesting tidbit for me.
glad anyone reads my drivel
more again later...... 11/19/2006 best run yetI had a pretty good run yesterday. I signed up for a half-marathon, and it was a beautiful course. Had to drive an hour to get there, then run the race, then another hour to get home. I've been told multiple times over the past 4 months that I'm some kind of nut to be doing all this running. So driving an hour to run 13 miles is in keeping with the prevailing nutty theme, right? Anyway, not a huge field, but 300 some-odd runners took to the street, and silly me, I was out there with 'em. By the first mile, the entire pack of runners were out of my sight. There with me remained a speed walker, named Bob, a fellow Galloway runner, Meagan, and Randy, a race volunteer who trailed us 3 on his bike. It was a really beautiful course, as I mentioned before. Weaved thru a coupla neighborhoods with homes in the 750,000 range, and we ooh'd and aah'd at each one. We ran past a lake, we ran past more amazing homes, and then we were on the home stretch with 3 miles to go. By then, my hip flexors were beginning to tighten up, and I thought I'm glad I'm only running 13 miles, cause if it were a greater distance, I'd be in trouble. At the 10 mile mark, my average was 11 minute miles, but by the time I crossed the finish line, my mile average fell to 12:13. So some miles I ran really fast, and the last few miles I slowed way down. My time, as the LAST runner crossing the line, was 2:40:40. When I started, my goal was to finish in anything under 2:45, so with a little less than 5 minutes to spare, I made my goal. And then a funny thing happened. I started crying. The tears come from nowhere, cause I was surprised by it, really. I was relieved I was done running, cause really the last 3 miles were tough for me, so maybe they were tears of relief. I was pretty excited by my time, so maybe they were tears of joy. But whatever they were, they surprised me then, and they puzzle me now. **shrug** Who knows, right? Anyway, I was pretty damn tired, and pretty damn proud.
more again later......
13 miles, 2:40:40
STILL 143 lbs (sigh)
11/10/2006 Wear our medals on Veterans Day
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HELL YES!!!!!! In fact, I think I'll go ahead and to it. Hug a Veteran tomorrow. Service in the American Armed Forces has always required a level of sacrifice that unless you wore the uniform, you wouldn't understand. Some Vets had it way harder than others, but we all sacrificed, and sacrifice should always be acknowledged and appreciated. more again later......
11/7/2006 Britney Spears Files for Divorce in LA
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Ok, show of hands.....How many of you doubted this outcome? Anyone? No one? So all y'all knew this was coming? Aren't we all so clever. And Brittany, poor thing, she smartened up a little late, but she smartened up. Can I get an amen? Now, if she'd only stay smartened up...... |
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