Running

I realized today that I have no real way of knowing how to train myself to be a good runner... I am not quite sure how much running and how much walking should happen or how fast I'm running in general. At any rate...I'm just  stumbling through... I've been frolicking on a 1.4 mile round trip...In order to track my progress I figured I should jot down what I'm running on each part...

Therefore...

1. ran to dead end sign
2. walked to turn around
3. ran to stop sign
4. walked to mailboxes
5. ran from there, up hill to top
6. walked to mailboxes
7. ran from there to next set of boxes
8. walked to last mailboxes, ran to driveway..

Obviously this makes no sense to anyone but me, but let me tell you i think i did good =)

The Quest...

Yesterday I was perusing the internet for must read book lists on my way to Barnes and Noble and realized that all though there were some good books on most lists that they looked pretty darn boring. Therefore I will start my own quest to cultivate my ultimate must-read book list. In order to do so I will start tracking the books that I read on here... and reminisce about books of the past.

 As of the New Year, I have read:

1. The Book Thief by: Markus Zusak

2. Grave Secret by: Charlaine Harris- #5 in the Harper Connelly Series

More to come on their review.... 

Perplexed...

I came to post today in order to clear the air and spill out all these convoluted feelings that are swirling around in my brain. However, I am hesitant to do so because I don't know if I even have a clear grasp as to what I want and how I want to move forward from this point. I know that once it comes out action should be taken, needs to be taken however with most things I am afraid of taking that step.

I know that I can make a number of excuses to myself and justify certain things but once it comes out I know that the support of my friends will encourage me to follow the chosen route...but lets face it I'm not ready. I miss the days when such decisions had clear answers and had little consequences. I realize that this is making no sense, and that even in my own blog I can't come out with it...

This is something I need to work on. What do I want my future to look like? What path do I want to take?

Until more conclusions can be obtained...that is all for now.

Today I did something I haven't done since high school...

No it wasn't have a competition with my friends to see how many guys I could sleep with. It was running.

I didn't run very far or very fast but I did move faster than a walking pace for multiple steps. My thighs are already burning and I can feel the adrenaline still running through my body. Was I being chased you might wonder or perhaps late for work? Both much more realistic options than why I was actually running.

Apparently I am going to subject myself to the ultimate torture- paying to be humiliated by hundreds of runners in a 5k. In order to not be completely ashamed I've decided to do the following preparations:

1. Run... well at least what I call running is more properly described as quickly stumbling and heavy breathing
2. Quit Smoking... I'm out of shape enough as it is that I don't need to add each lung tar on top of the burden
3....well I'm not sure what 3. will be but I'm sure that some other damn thing will come up and I'll have to add it to the list...

Hopefully with that winning formula I will be able to come in at least 2nd to last... Well only time will tell..

Oh the tangled webs we weave...

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. This always seems to happen the minute I come to some profound realizations that this is what I want in my life and that I could thrive here. So of course, the ceiling starts to crack a little bit and there is the things I've been building up walls against.

DAMN YOU SALAZAR!

These are a few of my favorite things...

I awoke in the middle of the night with the stark realization that I did not hear that wretched song this entire holiday season. Usually I hear it so much that I can feel justified in my hatred of that song. However, now that is no longer the case I find myself yearning for it. I am infuriated at my other self for feeling this way.

On a lighter note, this morning while I am pondering all of this I am in the middle of using the bathroom when I hear the chickens making one hell of a racket. This definitely sounded not like "oh I'm shitting an egg out of my chicken vagina so I'm making a lot of noise" racket but more borderline "something is trying to eat us and all I know to do is make these wretched sounds" racket. This leaves me in such an awkward position...Do I a) finish my business and go out at a later time when perhaps the whole flock is massacred or b) suck it up, do a quickie, grab the MAG light, throw on my polka dotted boots and haul ass out there...no pun intended.

Well ..(spoiler alert) if i knew what i knew when I got out there I would have chose a) However I am too sensitive to find all there lifeless bodies lying around so I went with b) in the 27 degree morning in my leopard striped pajamas, carhartt, and polka-dotted boots wheeling a MAG light around that apparently isn't working to find that nothing at all seemed to be happening...

yup the anti climatic end to that story is that they were just making the "oh I'm shitting an egg out of my chicken vagina so I'm making a lot of noise" racket... I should have known then to just get back into bed.

Musings...

Due to the more I'm finding out that not everyone's life is as awkwardly hilarious as mine...I hope writing it down will at least spread some of the awkwardness around a little. Although now realizing that a disclaimer like that will probably cause all hilarity in my life to cease to exist... I risk it all to tell you how it is..at least how it is in RodgMasterG's Mystery Bowls.