Speaking of blogging, I was wondering if you still have our junior high yearbooks handy.  In one of those, my school photo shows my hair in a way that has no right being on top of any human being's head. It's the the one with just a big curl on top, where I didn't brush it out to make it look softer. If you can find that photo, would you mind scanning it and sending it to me? I have this urge to write about it. Because I've been embarrassed about it too long.

For some reason, I can't wait to see this photo. The last time I saw it was at a friend's bridal shower the summer of 2002, and I took the yearbook and jumped behind a chair to hide. And I was crying for laughing so hard from embarrassment. It's seriously cringeworthy.

Speaking of cringing, there's a place in Brooklyn where the first Wednesday of each month people gather to read embarrassing stories from their teenage journals to each other. The function is actually called Cringe, and I totally want to go. Not necessarily to read, but to bask in those phenomenally humiliating memories. Besides, I don't know where my old journals are. They're in Florida, but I don't have a clue as to their exact location.

I'm supposed to run a 10K on Saturday. I think I'm going to follow through with it. I went for 44 minutes today, and another 20 would have put me pretty close. So, the goal this time is to finish. Not with a flourish, necessarily, but definitely cross that finish line.

Remember last week when I did those pushups? Three sets of 10? Remember when I foretold my soreness? Remember how I'm second-day sore? Well, my left pectoral has been bugging me this past week. In fact, my entire left shoulder girdle is wonky. I've been stretching, and I did some pushups today, so we'll see if consistent activity will do the trick.

I'm going to search for a photo to post. I'm on a runner's high. I love the world like you wouldn't believe.