I ran 2.25 miles tonight! By the way, I use the term "run" loosely. When I say "run," I mean, I jog reeeeeeeally slow, like at a 15min-mile pace. Which I am totally cool with; hey, at least I'm exercising. So I think I'm gonna sign up for the 5K on Saturday if that's still possible! WOO!!
I'm also excited by the upcoming fall weather. It's COLD today. I LOVE it. I love the holiday-ness that goes along with cold weather. Cold weather means family and baking and quality time indoors. I love it. And it also means time off. =) Count me in!!!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Hmm, Can I Run 3.1 miles by Saturday?
It's no lie. I've fallen off the work out horse, so to speak. I used to be addicted to exercising, and I still am. I just have way too much other stuff that has to get done first. I am going to Czhilispiel on Saturday and I just found out they have a 5k run. Now a 5k is only 3.1 miles which I used to run, no problem. However, it's been a few months since I've been running and while this might be the boost I need to start exercising again, part of me doesn't want to make a fool of myself. But then again, it's in Flatonia, who's gonna care? I think I'll test it out tomorrow and we'll see. Kristen, wanna slow jog/walk with me on Saturday?
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Breakdown #1
*Warning: This post will probably be a little depressing and sad, but completely 100% me at this very minute. I just wanted to warn everyone because apparently my last email moved several people to tears. Consider yourself warned.*
Tonight was the first breakdown I've had since the hurricane. I was in the shower tonight looking at the shower curtain and realized how badly I wanted it to have polka dots on it. You see, my shower curtain at home had blue and grey polka dots and I had literally spent months trying to find it. Well not that one in particular, but THE right one. And when I found it, I totally knew it was the right one. I loved my shower curtain so much that I made sure it was always closed so I could see the full pattern. Tonight, I was looking at fish. For whatever reason, it seemed on the opposite end of the world from polka dots. I looked around and even though I had been at my aunt's house for almost a month, not mention had visited numerous times, everything looked distant. I just wanted so badly to be in my bathroom with my polka dotted shower curtain and my ridiculously bright towels and to have to contort and stretch myself when I tried to shave. I missed all these things. I realized today was one month since Hurricane Ike made landfall. A month and two days since I had been home. I knew this feeling would hit sometime, the feeling that I wanted to go home but just couldn't. And here it is. At this moment, I am completely despising my aunt's house, even though she's been nothing but hospitable to me and has even gone out of her way to make me more comfortable. I just want MY things, in MY house, to sleep in MY bed, to read by MY light, which happened to be the first item I bought for my new house at Claud's, which no longer exists either. I miss it so much. And I can never have it back. No matter how many hours I spend wandering around the peninsula and happen to salvage or how many things I rebuy, it will never be the same. I took me 17 months to get my house this way and I really really REALLY liked it. I loved entertaining people, I had already made plans for next summer for everyone to come down. I was ready to start a yearly summer party plan, if you will. It just sucks and the worst part is, that no matter how much I write or how I try to describe it or even how much I try and pretend that it doesn't hurt that much, the truth is, it hurts so badly and so deeply. I know you're not supposed to be attached to material possessions because that's all they are, but everything I had had a story. Yes, it's going to take money to get it back, but there's things that can't be replaced. I lost a plant that was from my Uncle Bill's funeral. It was a nice and huge plant that I had nursed and cared for to make it grow and it was HUGE. I can buy another plant like that, but it's not the same. I just wish I could back time and go back and pretend like it all didn't happen. Like I've just been working hard on the road for the past month and my house is there, just like I left it. Unfortunately, I have that dream every night and then I wake up in a different place.
Tonight was the first breakdown I've had since the hurricane. I was in the shower tonight looking at the shower curtain and realized how badly I wanted it to have polka dots on it. You see, my shower curtain at home had blue and grey polka dots and I had literally spent months trying to find it. Well not that one in particular, but THE right one. And when I found it, I totally knew it was the right one. I loved my shower curtain so much that I made sure it was always closed so I could see the full pattern. Tonight, I was looking at fish. For whatever reason, it seemed on the opposite end of the world from polka dots. I looked around and even though I had been at my aunt's house for almost a month, not mention had visited numerous times, everything looked distant. I just wanted so badly to be in my bathroom with my polka dotted shower curtain and my ridiculously bright towels and to have to contort and stretch myself when I tried to shave. I missed all these things. I realized today was one month since Hurricane Ike made landfall. A month and two days since I had been home. I knew this feeling would hit sometime, the feeling that I wanted to go home but just couldn't. And here it is. At this moment, I am completely despising my aunt's house, even though she's been nothing but hospitable to me and has even gone out of her way to make me more comfortable. I just want MY things, in MY house, to sleep in MY bed, to read by MY light, which happened to be the first item I bought for my new house at Claud's, which no longer exists either. I miss it so much. And I can never have it back. No matter how many hours I spend wandering around the peninsula and happen to salvage or how many things I rebuy, it will never be the same. I took me 17 months to get my house this way and I really really REALLY liked it. I loved entertaining people, I had already made plans for next summer for everyone to come down. I was ready to start a yearly summer party plan, if you will. It just sucks and the worst part is, that no matter how much I write or how I try to describe it or even how much I try and pretend that it doesn't hurt that much, the truth is, it hurts so badly and so deeply. I know you're not supposed to be attached to material possessions because that's all they are, but everything I had had a story. Yes, it's going to take money to get it back, but there's things that can't be replaced. I lost a plant that was from my Uncle Bill's funeral. It was a nice and huge plant that I had nursed and cared for to make it grow and it was HUGE. I can buy another plant like that, but it's not the same. I just wish I could back time and go back and pretend like it all didn't happen. Like I've just been working hard on the road for the past month and my house is there, just like I left it. Unfortunately, I have that dream every night and then I wake up in a different place.
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