The marathon is in three days. As in, THREE DAYS. As in, holy fuck. Somebody get me a paper bag. I’m having trouble breathing.
THIS. Really. Language, swear words — woman nailed it. Now all you F-bomb haters get off my back.
Nothing Like a Balanced Meal
Two guys from the office brought me a gigantic chocolate shake back from their lunch break. Enormous. With whipped cream. Rich, dense, creamy – every eight-year-old’s dream come true. Good god it’s delicious. I’m so happy I’m practically licking myself. If only milkshakes could be justified under the “five alive” rule.
Oh the Glory
I broke out the opaque black tights today for the seasonably cool and wet weather. You know what that means: fall is officially here. The leaves are turning, and every day I’m more and more anxious that I’m going to blink and miss their peak. Fall foliage is possibly the highlight of my year. Does it get any prettier? I love autumn better than anything. Next up: knee-high boots.
To Garmin or Not to Garmin?
I’ve wanted a Garmin for months. Ever since joining Miami Runners Club and running The Relay, I’ve found myself countless times wistfully wishing I had one. They tell time, sure. But they also track your mileage, pace per mile, heart rate, you name it. You can plug it into your computer and it uploads all your stats – no extra time or calculation needed. As you might guess, sophisticated...
On Monday, thanks to my man Columbus, banks were closed. Which meant I slept until 9am, did some laundry, bummed around the internet until noon, slogged through a run, snagged groceries, and cooked dinner for the first time in ages. It was wonderful. We need more bank holidays in this world. The pesto was easy and delicious, and hailed from my ever-favorite 101 Cookbooks. I kept my...
The Great European Shouting Match
This is way too mind-blowingly awesome not to share. Even if you don’t have time to read the article, be sure to check out those maps. Holy Batman.
cryingisforsissies asked: Only a few wks until Marine Corps! If you want an extra cheerleader, I know someone who could be persuaded. X
If anyone ever visits DC I should bring them along on my commute. I pass many tourist attractions along my way: the Jefferson Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, the Pentagon, Arlington Cemetery, cross over and wind along the Potomac on a lush (and soon to be crimson and gold) parkway, and finally the CIA Headquarters at Langley. Rather than historic remarks and fun...
The boy made a comment about my affinity for cheese plates the other day. So I took the opportunity to remind him of his own affinity of cheese plates. Me: “Cheese plates make you happy.” [Enter confused look as said boy is lactose intolerant and not a fan of cheese.] Boy: “Cheese plates make you happy.” Me: “Yes. And when I’m happy, you’re happy.” Boy: “Oh, so what you’re saying is…” ...
Burning Hole Syndrome
I haven’t shopped in over a year. I’ve bought stuff here and there, items I’ve needed and always on sale, but I haven’t shopped. You know, no holds barred – shopped. I get the itch about twice a year. And once that credit card has been swiped for the first time, the floodgates open. For a solid week, if not two, I’m on a shopping frenzy. It feels gooooooood. And I’m beyond overdue. My...
This time last year I was in Asia. Japan, specifically. I left the States on September 21st. It seems sort of surreal to me. Almost as if I’m missing out. I feel like I’m supposed to be there. Udon and soba and mochi – my mouth is watering at the thought. Somebody buy me a one-way ticket. Stat.
And Then I Died
Yesterday I ran twenty miles. How I’m still functioning, I’m not certain. Have you ever run twenty miles? I believe the technical term is “fuck, that blows.” My alarm went off at 2:50am. Most people were just getting home for the evening, rowdy and drunk and looking forward to a solid ten-hour pass out session, and here I am waking up. 2:50am. Are you fucking ...
On the Bright Side
Apparently my bitching about alarm clocks and homicidal commutes has led some of you to believe that I hate my job. Oh contraire. I’m really enjoying it so far. My boss is great. The people here are accommodating and a pleasure to work with. The job itself is more engaging and interesting than I anticipated. I’m left to myself to do things when and how I see fit. And I think...
Nothing about Boulder was half-assed. Boulder was wonderful. So nice. We stayed at the St. Julien, the swankest place in town. We hiked, shopped, wined and dined, splurged on spa treatments (plural!), attended a beautiful wedding, the works. It was the perfect weekend. The half-assed part is the part where I haven’t caught up on blogging in oh, two months, and unfortunately the...