Okay, not exactly like a crack addict, but maybe close? Probably not even close, actually. Anyway, by the time I got home tonight after the working the 10K in Olean for the YMCA Polar Bear Run, I was inspired. I also had a semi-shitty and a great weekend all at once, so a run was much needed.
When I got home, I immediately got changed. Three top layers, a winter hat, mittens, and running tights later I headed out the door. Started the Nike+ and had the same problem again. Tonight I ran .85 miles in a blistering 35.22 minutes. Nobody can catch me now! Give me a break! I could have inch wormed that distance faster than that. In reality, it was about 3 miles. Cut me some slack. I've been running inside and outside running is completely different. You have to navigate the snow and ice, which becomes a full-time challenge. You also have to stop at intersections and wait for rude people who don't give runners any space. That makes me banonkers. Anyway, Katie invited me to run the Shamrock Run on March 3, so I need to log some miles outside.
Anyway, about the Nike+. I finally realized tonight that it was searching for the sensor, which is a big problem. I restored my iPod and plugged in my Nike+ and it searched for the sensor again, which is good news. I am anxious to try it tomorrow and see what happens. God only know how many miles I've actually done and I have no idea because I haven't been counting laps inside. Guess I will find out tomorrow.
Mags has gas. Like as in clear the room gas. Kentucky Fried Chicken (no, I did not eat there) gave her a breaded chicken strip today. I wonder if that's the culprit?
I was tempted to say that the weekend in Wellsville was a let down, but that isn't exactly true. Things did not go as I hoped, but it was still okay. I got my hair did with my old stylist. She is worth the drive. Had a great Saturday afternoon with Erica in Olean with a stop in at Katie's to see the babes. Saturday night brought a benefit at the Amith Rescue Squad for the church. Beef on Weck. Yum. Then to Better days....alone. Walk in, have a few beers, have a guy say to me "Let's make out." So I kissed him. Pissed off the guy I went there to meet and ultimately ended in him taking home a Sasquatch looking girl. At least I can feel better about myself today than hopefully he does.
Things have recently become frustrating on the guy front again and I've decided that I can no longer tolerate the bullshit. I am electively staying single. No shenanigans. No anything. I am doing what I need to do and men be damned. Running is my new boyfriend. It supports me. it flatters me. It gives me great muscles. Most importantly, it STRENGTHENS my heart, not breaks it. Cheesy, I know, but screw it - I'll take what I can get these days. Boys suck and someday all who have ditched me will be sorry. A woman Scorpio scorned is not a good thing. That doesn't necessarily mean that I am going to do anything to the guys. It means that I am putting my energy into me and will excel, leaving them eating dust and picking rocks out of their foreheads from my wheels spinning gravel up into their stupid ass faces. Fine. I am bitter.
When I got home, I immediately got changed. Three top layers, a winter hat, mittens, and running tights later I headed out the door. Started the Nike+ and had the same problem again. Tonight I ran .85 miles in a blistering 35.22 minutes. Nobody can catch me now! Give me a break! I could have inch wormed that distance faster than that. In reality, it was about 3 miles. Cut me some slack. I've been running inside and outside running is completely different. You have to navigate the snow and ice, which becomes a full-time challenge. You also have to stop at intersections and wait for rude people who don't give runners any space. That makes me banonkers. Anyway, Katie invited me to run the Shamrock Run on March 3, so I need to log some miles outside.
Anyway, about the Nike+. I finally realized tonight that it was searching for the sensor, which is a big problem. I restored my iPod and plugged in my Nike+ and it searched for the sensor again, which is good news. I am anxious to try it tomorrow and see what happens. God only know how many miles I've actually done and I have no idea because I haven't been counting laps inside. Guess I will find out tomorrow.
Mags has gas. Like as in clear the room gas. Kentucky Fried Chicken (no, I did not eat there) gave her a breaded chicken strip today. I wonder if that's the culprit?
I was tempted to say that the weekend in Wellsville was a let down, but that isn't exactly true. Things did not go as I hoped, but it was still okay. I got my hair did with my old stylist. She is worth the drive. Had a great Saturday afternoon with Erica in Olean with a stop in at Katie's to see the babes. Saturday night brought a benefit at the Amith Rescue Squad for the church. Beef on Weck. Yum. Then to Better days....alone. Walk in, have a few beers, have a guy say to me "Let's make out." So I kissed him. Pissed off the guy I went there to meet and ultimately ended in him taking home a Sasquatch looking girl. At least I can feel better about myself today than hopefully he does.
Things have recently become frustrating on the guy front again and I've decided that I can no longer tolerate the bullshit. I am electively staying single. No shenanigans. No anything. I am doing what I need to do and men be damned. Running is my new boyfriend. It supports me. it flatters me. It gives me great muscles. Most importantly, it STRENGTHENS my heart, not breaks it. Cheesy, I know, but screw it - I'll take what I can get these days. Boys suck and someday all who have ditched me will be sorry. A woman Scorpio scorned is not a good thing. That doesn't necessarily mean that I am going to do anything to the guys. It means that I am putting my energy into me and will excel, leaving them eating dust and picking rocks out of their foreheads from my wheels spinning gravel up into their stupid ass faces. Fine. I am bitter.
Speaking of guys...I chatted with Brian Acton for a while on the drive home tonight. He is currently in Calgary and will be in British Columbia in a few days. He sent me this picture, which is pretty darn funny if you ask me.... Did I happen to mention that I hate horses? Their teeth are enormous and their hooves are big...not as big as Sasquatch's, but still big nonetheless. 
Mag and I went to visit our old neighborhood this weekend. As soon as Mag jumped out of the Jeep she ran to the backdoor of our house. Ouch. That stung.
Anyway, back to the grind tomorrow. I am tired.
Holy cow!!! Grad school interviews this week! Yeee haw! I hope I don't end up cheating on my new boyfriend for a new man called grad school. That wouldn't be very good of me.
Mag and I went to visit our old neighborhood this weekend. As soon as Mag jumped out of the Jeep she ran to the backdoor of our house. Ouch. That stung.
Anyway, back to the grind tomorrow. I am tired.
Holy cow!!! Grad school interviews this week! Yeee haw! I hope I don't end up cheating on my new boyfriend for a new man called grad school. That wouldn't be very good of me.
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