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Well. Here's part of an email I sent to a friend today:
Things are going fine here. Only 3 more weeks of seminary. Yay! And I think I'm addicted to blogging. I might need intervention.
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.
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.
- Mood:
runner's high - hee!
opening heavy doors also hurts my ribs.
this is stupid.
mentally and emotionally i'm feeling pretty great.
it's pretty jacked up.
i went for a run last night, about 4.5 miles.
i went to bed feeling very tired.
got a pretty solid 6 hours of sleep.
***
Sent out another Evite. If I missed putting you on the list, it was an accident, or I don't have your email address:
Host: May
Location: [My apartment]
When: Saturday, May 20, 8:00pm
Phone: [Primitive model Nokia]
30 days hath September
April, June and November
In 2006, May has 30 YEARS!
Come celebrate and bring good cheer.
The end.
I have decided to surprise myself by throwing a party.
It's a secret, so please keep from telling me.
It will be boring. Please don't expect to have a good time.
Wear padded clothiing, as my rabbits will attack you.
I will train them to bite you 30 times, as this is my 30th birthday.
Bring:
Your happy self
Other friends if you'd like
Don't bring:
Alcohol
Gifts
Hope to see you there!
***
Two and half weeks is quite a long notice for something like a birthday party. I just want to make sure people know about it and give them plenty of time to decide.
19 days, hee.
this is stupid.
mentally and emotionally i'm feeling pretty great.
it's pretty jacked up.
i went for a run last night, about 4.5 miles.
i went to bed feeling very tired.
got a pretty solid 6 hours of sleep.
***
Sent out another Evite. If I missed putting you on the list, it was an accident, or I don't have your email address:
Host: May
Location: [My apartment]
When: Saturday, May 20, 8:00pm
Phone: [Primitive model Nokia]
30 days hath September
April, June and November
In 2006, May has 30 YEARS!
Come celebrate and bring good cheer.
The end.
I have decided to surprise myself by throwing a party.
It's a secret, so please keep from telling me.
It will be boring. Please don't expect to have a good time.
Wear padded clothiing, as my rabbits will attack you.
I will train them to bite you 30 times, as this is my 30th birthday.
Bring:
Your happy self
Other friends if you'd like
Don't bring:
Alcohol
Gifts
Hope to see you there!
***
Two and half weeks is quite a long notice for something like a birthday party. I just want to make sure people know about it and give them plenty of time to decide.
19 days, hee.
- Mood: optimistic
Just got back from a run. 4 miles. I can touch my toes.
I know it's not a miraculous comeback from quadriplegia, but I'm so glad I can touch my toes.
Of course my hams are still tight, but I recognize this tightness.
I don't want to push it, I don't want to get cocky.
Still, it feels amazing.
Yay.
I know it's not a miraculous comeback from quadriplegia, but I'm so glad I can touch my toes.
Of course my hams are still tight, but I recognize this tightness.
I don't want to push it, I don't want to get cocky.
Still, it feels amazing.
Yay.
- Mood:
but better than yesterday
What's a runner without an injury? A rookie? Not hard core? Extremely fortunate. And damn lucky.
I've mentioned my left knee before. It's usually given me problems only when I bike, but today. Man, today. I ran a total of 10 miles today. I broke it up into 7 and 3 mile stretches. I ran the 7 with a friend down the West Side Bike path to 65th Street. Then I ran to Columbus Circle and stepped into the Time Warner building. I walked around the runners store. Is that weird, to be walking in a runners store? Anyway, I felt fine. Then I stepped into the nearby Borders to browse at books. I weaved through the stacks and found myself in the children's section. I sat in a cushy chair in the readers section. I took off my damp gloves, my earbags, my hat; I slipped off my shoes to let my feet air-dry. Made myself right at home, thank you very much. I read an illustrated poem by Robert Frost. I read about 100 pages of a youth novel about a Japanese-American family. It was a Newbery Award winner. The end was really sad, and I wept through much of the last 20 pages. In a brightly-lit Borders. In Manhattan. I closed the book. I put my earbags back on; slipped my shoes back on. My gloves and hat were still a little damp, so I kept those off. I replaced the book. I took the escalator to the main floor, then I stepped out of the building to ride another set of escalators down to the subway. (Does it bug anyone else that the automated downward staircases are called escalators? Shouldn't they be descenders, lowerers, decliners, or, at the very least, de-escalators?)
I boarded the A-train at 59th Street. I had it in my mind to surface at 125th Street and run the 60 blocks to my apartment. So that's what I did. I put my hat and gloves on, I ascended the steps and took off. It wasn't so bad for about half a mile, then my knee really began to bug. It hurt, right below and around my left kneecap. I finished the first mile then spent the next 1.5 miles running two or three blocks and walking for a block, stretching a little and limping some. Then I very, very slowly jogged the last half mile, talking my way through the pain - it's only 10 more blocks, it doesn't hurt all that much, there's the Papa John's I ordered from on Wednesday, and look only 3 blocks left now - and the knee didn't seem as painful.
I got to my apartment building, gingerly climbed the steps to my 2nd floor apartment. Took a long shower, massaged my knee a bit. I just need to be careful. My walk right now has a strong rightward bias, especially just getting up from sitting, favoring my lame knee. I should have done all 10 miles at the same time, instead of taking that two-hour break. It was a fun break, though.
All that said, this week's mileage logs at 26.5. Not too shabby.
I've mentioned my left knee before. It's usually given me problems only when I bike, but today. Man, today. I ran a total of 10 miles today. I broke it up into 7 and 3 mile stretches. I ran the 7 with a friend down the West Side Bike path to 65th Street. Then I ran to Columbus Circle and stepped into the Time Warner building. I walked around the runners store. Is that weird, to be walking in a runners store? Anyway, I felt fine. Then I stepped into the nearby Borders to browse at books. I weaved through the stacks and found myself in the children's section. I sat in a cushy chair in the readers section. I took off my damp gloves, my earbags, my hat; I slipped off my shoes to let my feet air-dry. Made myself right at home, thank you very much. I read an illustrated poem by Robert Frost. I read about 100 pages of a youth novel about a Japanese-American family. It was a Newbery Award winner. The end was really sad, and I wept through much of the last 20 pages. In a brightly-lit Borders. In Manhattan. I closed the book. I put my earbags back on; slipped my shoes back on. My gloves and hat were still a little damp, so I kept those off. I replaced the book. I took the escalator to the main floor, then I stepped out of the building to ride another set of escalators down to the subway. (Does it bug anyone else that the automated downward staircases are called escalators? Shouldn't they be descenders, lowerers, decliners, or, at the very least, de-escalators?)
I boarded the A-train at 59th Street. I had it in my mind to surface at 125th Street and run the 60 blocks to my apartment. So that's what I did. I put my hat and gloves on, I ascended the steps and took off. It wasn't so bad for about half a mile, then my knee really began to bug. It hurt, right below and around my left kneecap. I finished the first mile then spent the next 1.5 miles running two or three blocks and walking for a block, stretching a little and limping some. Then I very, very slowly jogged the last half mile, talking my way through the pain - it's only 10 more blocks, it doesn't hurt all that much, there's the Papa John's I ordered from on Wednesday, and look only 3 blocks left now - and the knee didn't seem as painful.
I got to my apartment building, gingerly climbed the steps to my 2nd floor apartment. Took a long shower, massaged my knee a bit. I just need to be careful. My walk right now has a strong rightward bias, especially just getting up from sitting, favoring my lame knee. I should have done all 10 miles at the same time, instead of taking that two-hour break. It was a fun break, though.
All that said, this week's mileage logs at 26.5. Not too shabby.
- Mood:
painfully accomplished - What's Playing?:Indigo Girls - Retrospective
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