The bright side of a Moon
Speaking of running to work, I don’t think I should run with my iPod anymore.
Dammit.
It skips. Badly. Like whole albums at a time.
Sure, the damn thing is still under warranty but I don’t want to have to be without it while sending it off for repair, or, more likely, replacement with some refurbished piece o’ crap that someone else broke.
Now I just have to find a RAM-based player that’s as cool as an iPod. Do such exist?
Why am I so tired lately?
I’m taking my vitamins, my diet is under control, I’m exercising regularly (ran to work yesterday morning).
It couldn’t be stress, could it? Hucking fell, I hate Qworst.
On top of everything else, my work phone isn’t working, either. It just rang and wouldn’t go to voice mail.
So Debra from Qwest may not have been lying when she said she tried to call and couldn’t leave a voice mail yesterday. Maybe I’ve turned the corner. Maybe Qwest has decided to stop lying to me.
…naaaahhhhhh. One possibly truthful statement doesn’t negate 16 days of lies and irritation.
I guess I’m cursed now. Telecom cursed.
It’s been the Monday-est Monday ever.
It’s had everything: me forgetting stuff, bosses telling me multiple times to do stuff that I’m not supposed to do, battling with Qwest (still. Still!) over my lack of phone service.
Let me put it this way: having my teeth cleaned was the highlight of my day.
Talking to a girl on the bus, she’d mentioned that she’d had dinner with a friend in NW Portland. I told her that I’d been in NW this weekend past, and had had a pomegranate margarita, and that it had been good. “It was called a Persephone” I explained.
“Oh, that would be good. And good for you,” she confided.
“Really? You don’t think the alcohol would counteract the benefits of the pomegranate?”
“Oh, no.”
I smiled at her. “I like the way you think!” But, then, thinking it over, “But I’m afraid I’ve eaten too many seeds and now I’m stuck in Hell.”
Stopped at my favorite coffee shop tonight. Noticed the cute barista had cut her long, blonde hair off; it was all chopped off in the back. Cute, but I liked it longer.
Figured I should say something. Wanted to tease her a little. A comment with a sarcastic twist rose in my mind in much the same way most people fear change (i.e., without much conscious thought).
I walked over while I was waiting for my tall soy chai and said, deadpan, “You look different.”
She preened and smiled, “Yeah! I chopped off all my hair!”
“Huh. No,” I said, squinting at her, “I was thinking you looked taller.”
She turned serious. “I’ve heard that before, that’s so weird. Whenever I cut my hair, people think I’m taller!”
“Oh,” I said, still deadpan. “Really. Mostly, I was being sarcastic.”
“You’re not the first person to think that,” she said.
Well, I couldn’t have that. “Yeah, it’s probably because you’re all neck now.”
She laughed and stretched her head up. “It’s the giraffe effect!”
Yeah, that’s it.
I turned my “Three Parks Run” into a “Four Parks Run” on the fly.
Instead of going through Sellwood Park directly, I ran along the Springwater Corridor Trail until past the 3.5 mile mark, probably close to 3.8 miles, then went under the trail into the Oaks Bottom Wildlife Refuge and cut through it to a trail that zig-zags up the face of the bluff into Sellwood Park, then caught my normal path from there along the top of the bluff and onto Bybee Street, down to Westmoreland Park, etc., etc.
That had to add at least a half-mile, probably closer to a full mile, to the run. The original run is 3.5 miles, including the warm-up and cool-down (3 miles of it running) so I did a 4+ mile run today! And I only had to stop for traffic (and a stupid girl blocking the sidewalk in front of Saburo’s on Bybee!)
It’s “Mistaken Identity” weekend here at Chez Luna.
First, on Friday I met a friend, who asked me in advance if a friend of hers could come along. I said, “sure, no problem.” For some reason, I was expecting the as-yet-unmet person to be a 50-ish aging hippy. And she turned out to be a red-haired green-eyed anthropologist-slash-model. (Yes, my friend does have a friend like the one I was expecting; I just got mixed-up, is all.)
Then, today I was meeting face-to-face with someone I met online, and I had thought she was a 26-year-old dark-haired woman of Portuguese ancestry — but she wasn’t. She was in her 30’s, a red-haired woman of Caucasian descent.
Joke’s on me, I guess. I’m flexible. Had a good time anyway, both times.
Not that I care, or listen, but the universe is obviously trying to tell me something…
I’ve found my first 10K race… the Nike Run Hit Wonder.
What an awesome idea for a race: gather a bunch of “one-hit wonders” like Ton Loc, Devo, Kajagoogoo, and Tommy Tutone, and have them play along the course.
Only freakin’ Nike would come up with something like that.
Got 8 weeks (give or take) to train for it.
I’m so there.
I went and added up my mileage for the week yesterday but forgot that my week ends today. I haven’t’ run today but I plan on doing it, and I’m going to do another 3.5 miles. Y’know, ’cause I rock.
Run to work yesterday. Because I haven’t been doing well I was unconcerned about time and pace; I just wanted to do the entire distance without stopping or walking. I failed to do that, because my iPod has started skipping. Turns out you really shouldn’t run with a hard drive after all. It’s still working, and when I get a chance to move my backups off it I’m going to reformat and reload my music and other files on to it, and run a full HD checkup. But not this weekend… well, maybe tomorrow if I get a chance.
So my final mileage for last week was 3.5 + 2.5 + 5.5 = 11.5 miles. Probably my best week, distance-wise, not so good time-wise. But, hey.
Next week I plan on easing back even more on the running and focusing on the gym, just for the change of pace, since I seem to have hit a plateau in running.
I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned here that I’ve added sit-ups and push-ups daily. Basically, once a day (usually, but not always, at night before bed) I do as many of each in a row as I can. I ended this week with a paltry 29 sit-ups and 17 push-ups. I hope to increase the number significantly over time.