Poor Little Fishies
So, I’m back on fish as of this week. I cut fish out of my diet entirely for the past three months. I did so because I felt like a hypocrite saying I was a vegetarian yet I still ate fish. Why the reversal? At the risk of sounding like I’m making excuses for myself, I’ve gained a fair bit of weight in the past three months. Part of it is due to the marathon training...
Is there a reason why the waist band on tights needs to be so damn tight? The smalls fit my legs and squeeze my midsection so tight that by the end of the day I’m nearly doubled over in pain while fighting the urge to rip them off in public. The mediums are loose on my legs and make unsightly bunches of material around my ankles and knees. Yet they too are ridiculously tight around...
Get Off My Ass
Do you know what I fantasize about on my commute home? Giant flashing signs that I could activate with the touch of a button. They would help express my sentiments toward other drivers. There would be the helpful: your break light is out. The instructive: use your blinkers, shithead. The educational: merge lanes means we take turns, you inconsiderate asshole. The encouraging: your ...
I sat in bumper-to-bumper mindfuck rush hour for an hour and a half yesterday for these fuckers. AN HOUR AND A HALF. It so wasn’t worth it. Apparently this rose varietal is called “big fun.” Big fun my ass.
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God bless bank holidays. I’ve never had a job that observes bank holidays before. I’ve always been the one sitting at my desk doing NOTHING because the rest of the world is out frolicking on the streets and I’m grumbling about “office morale.” Now I work for a bank. And it’s GLORIOUS. Today was going to be spent Christmas shopping and getting a ...
Behold: Fake Meat
So apparently Morningstar makes fake meat. As in, fake ground beef. Like for bolognese sauce. Holy YUM. Spotted that at the grocery store and snagged it on the spot. Where was my personal announcement? Meat sauce is my FAVORITE. This stuff better be good. Oh — and they make vege baby back ribs too. Stoopidly delicious. Talk about a party in your mouth. Stoked.
Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration’s shove or society’s...– Susan Sontag (via kari-shma)
All things considered, the race went well. It was long. And hard. Grueling. It kicked my ass and then some. My goal was 4:00. My race time was 4:37. Without making excuses for myself, had I continued to train for the full as I had for the half I have every confidence that I would have met my goal. But in the last two months, I’ve run at most twice a week. At most. Most...