blatherings

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How to tell it is 2 am

Well, I’m wide awake for one…. C and I did our second run at 7.30 am and while it was a hard start it was beautiful. I was a little stiff and tired and not into it at first. I wouldn’t be doing this if we hadn’t made a commitment to each other – and she often says the same to me. But at about the 4k mark I felt wonderful – the sun was out enough that I was warm, rays were hitting the trees making everything green and gold. I even convinced her to do an 11 minute set and I could have kept going at that point. This makes me giggle because in our second set I found 8 minutes difficult but once I hit the zone and there are all those beautiful endorphins taking the place of the pain killers I once used, I am a happy little bunny. And, for the second run in a row I walked up the stairs by the Royal Glenora without stopping. My goal for next week is to do it smiling.

At about 11 am I crash. And hard. Monday I napped and was out till 2. Today I forced myself to stay awake. Both days I felt useless all afternoon and was kinda glad I had to work – its mindless enough that I can go it tired but engaging enough that I don’t fall asleep. And, as always I wake right the fuck up at about 1.30 am. I just don’t get it. I’m going to watch one more episode of Battle Star Galactica and if that doesn’t make me relax I’m going to clean the house till I am tired.

2.8.07 09:19


the good kind of agony

Today's run was brutal - almost no sleep, a mega blister and I ate right before we ran so I really didn't have any energy. And yet it was our best time yet. It was a 6k day and beautiful out. There are many things I could kvetch about, but I'm happy that I ran, started my day off well and I'm grateful that I could go straight to bed afterward.


And then wake up to watch Sliver, which was a cheesy as I remember it, and yet a little hot too.


Now that we're training in ernest, I thought I should have some starting stats to see where I'm at when we do our run on the 16th.


calves - 15

thighs - 24

hips - 40

waist - 33

bust - 40

arms - 12.75

weight - 163.5 before the run and 159.5 after. I was a sweaty, sweaty girl.

6.8.07 23:59


yummy

12.8.07 11:33


brrrr… type….

The last couple days have been cooler in the morning – we’re not talking the -20 that’s coming, but just not 25 which is where I’d like to keep things. I’ve been insanely busy this summer – lots of work, running, seeing friends – because EVERYONE came to town this year – and going away myself – who’d have thought I’d leave the city twice in two months? – but I haven’t really felt like sitting down and writing about it. Oh, I’ll compose in my head, planning to tell all 12 of you about my thoughts on Calgary, the lake, the multiple zoos I’ve been to, the many shows, the intense dreams about an old teacher and just thoughts on the world. But there is always something more to do. But it is chilly today and that just brings me closer to the computer. So steel yourselves, there may actually be an occasional post again…
21.8.07 21:15


What is my problem?

I decided on a new schedule last night - in part because we aren't running at 7.30 am any more. I was simply wasted for the rest of the day, in part because I can't seem to break the habit of going to bed at 3 am. So I would run, take a "nap" that saw me getting up around 5ish, hungry and groggy and then profoundly unmotivated for the rest of the evening... but not perking up till around 1 am. We're running now at 10 am which essentially doubles the amount of sleep I'm getting. And while today's run was hard - we've only had a walk since last Monday - it felt great. We did another 6.5k including running up the hill by Le Marchand.

Then, as per the new schedule, I went to the gym at 3 - when it reopens for the afternoon - and again, it was sucky in the sense that I haven't been in two weeks and I've lost some of the gains I'd made. But I went, and in the end it felt good. It's nice and quiet at 3, and the kid who works the desk is friendly. Plus, it isn't freaking sweltering after an hour and a half of emptiness.

The next part of my schedule is to start working on my thesis at 6pm. By this time, S is off at work, or we've had a late lunch when he's home, so it's perfect. Except that I started dragging my heels and procrastinating. I decided to do this as a writing warm-up. But I just don't get why I'm fighting this. I've countered the "but when I'm finished what will I do?" anxiety by making some tentative plans for the future that need for me to be done. I know when I want to be done. I need to have something to show both my Adviser and my Mentor, plus Momma Moose is getting involved in the ass-kicking. So what the fuck is my problem? Why don't I want to do this? Do I just need to break the habit of not doing anything? And why is it easier for me to go to the gym - when I'm so not athletic - than it is for me to read and write? Suggestions?

23.8.07 01:20


Like they read my mind

26.8.07 21:46


It turns out I don’t loath all humans

I’m a little surprised by this, actually. Typically, I prefer my own company or that of a very select group of pals. But I’ve noticed something – I run harder, longer and faster when I’m with someone else. I just push myself harder. Yesterday, T came with me to the gym and while I set what we were doing, we kept different weights as this is her first time back in the gym since she married. And for the first time in ages, I’m sore. While she worked really hard and we both had a great time I can tell today that I pushed myself harder than I have in ages, especially when we did our abs. For some reason I’m a little surprised that I prefer working out with others. I rarely wanna hang with anyone any more, but I do like getting sweaty with others…
30.8.07 04:50


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