recoverying

I joined the gym, ran six miles, and couldn't walk. Felt like I ripped my knee into shreds. Meh. Its better now, but I've been off two days, so, we'll see what happens. I'm off to the gym today to meet with a personal trainer. Maybe she'll be nice and take it easy on me....

in other news, I hear my shirtless friend with his long beautiful hair has cut it all off. I hope its not true, I haven't seen him in a few weeks.....


and as it is August 21st and my favorite time of the year is drawing to a close, I thought I'd share this:

i'm so out of sync.

i never run anymore. I mean, thats not true. I do run. rarely.

I ran a few times on my two week vacation, but there weren't any sidewalks and I was running on country roads, and I kept looking over my shoulder like i was being chased by a werewolf. so I didn't run. I ran once in the rain, and it got in my eyes, and I didn't like it.

then I slammed the bathroom door over my toe, ripped off part of my toenail, and had a lovely time with that, and as it was swollen, and sliced open, not really in running shape, I gave it a week off.

Then yesterday I joined the gym. So, if my ipod ever finishes synching, I'm going there. Its hot today.

I did on vacation run my fastest 10k thus far, and seeing as how it was so hot, and I was still looking out for the werewolf I mentioned earlier, I'm pretty happy with it.

oh, and i dug through my arkansas vacation pictures and found this:

a quick summary of a fantastic week

oh, sweet summer and sunshine

the top is down, the pool is open, and my library card is getting a workout. those are the sweet smells of summer... along with that ever present dr. pepper and french fries covered in ketchup. when the whistle blows for adult swim, i always smell it. oh, those sweet summer afternoons at the pool. under those big trees at the wooden picnic tables. crinkle cut fries and ice pops.

i love you summer. i love everything about you. the heat and the sun and the clouds and the rain. i love everything about you. beach chairs and towels and wet bathing suits hanging over railings. sunscreen and ice tea, sweet corn, peaches and tomatoes.

i will love you forever summer. you carry sweet memories and hot sand and happiness.

you also carry mosquitoes. and i hate you mosquitoes. but you know what, i'll take you, if I get all those other things too. anyday.

shirtless

i see you out there with all your brown hair blowing around like adonis walking around with your eighteen year old flat stomach and cute smile.

stop waving at me.

when you're in your jeep with the top down and all your hair is blowing in the breeze and you have your feet on the dashboard and no shirt on.

stop waving at me.

when you're walking your dogs and wandering around the neighborhood barefoot while i'm running and i'm hot and sweaty and almost done with this last 400 meters and i'd love to make the whole run in under 30 minutes and you're still shirtless.

stop waving at me.

i might run off the road. i might twist an ankle. i do not see the likes of your hair or stomach anywhere these days but on television.

all i see are beer bellies of drunk forty somethings who love football and hot wings.

your hair is distracting and your stomach is too flat.

please, keep your shirt on.

my sweet lu lu

There is my sweet little Lu Lu. Sweet-nasty-doesn't want to be held-but does want to be pet all the time-and will claw you if you don't constantly touch her-little Lu Lu.


Lu's interests include chatting on the internet, sending cryptic messages through g-chat, and hogging the keyboard. Lu's diet consists of straight from the farm milk and rotisserie chicken (white meat only, please). She also enjoys terrorizing her friend Satchel, and sleeping on plastic bags....

I love little Lu. I've lived with her for a few years, but she's been my responsibility since September, and I love her. I love the way she smells.

She smells like baby powder and spring mornings. How can a little kitty smell so good? I febreez-ed her once, but it was by accident, and it couldn't have possibly stuck. She smells like freshly cut grass and new flowers.

I am the grim-reaper.

I cannot sentence this nasty, clawing, sweet smelling, chicken eating sweet funny kitty.

She is a tired old girl. So tired. It is so hard for her to breathe, and to eat, and to walk around this house. She curls up against the dishwasher, the refrigerator, under lamps, and up against bodies. She is in a constant quest to stay warm. And I am in a constant quest to keep her alive.

I am selfish.

I love this little kitty, and I cannot let her go. I demand she live forever. Those bright green eyes are full of evil and mischief, and I love them. Her little white toes peek out against her black body, and I love them. I love this little kitty too much.

I hope her heaven is full of chicken and milk and warm fluffy clouds and an internet connection.

yuck! gross!OWWWWWWIEEEEE

I have been absent, and I have no real excuse. Other than the following:

-this is the last week of my semester and two group papers and all these written assignments are totally bogging down my writing.
-i have been taking my photography class and I bought this sweet new lens, the Nikkor 50mm 1.4D lens, and a remote control, and some other sweet accessories
-ive been applying to community college and fretting over my admissions: turns out, everyone is admitted. So, I'll be starting the photography masters certificate in the fall.
-running has taken over my life. Only slightly. I love my treadmill, andI love the outdoors, and I have been running 3-4 times a week. Maybe only 20 minutes on the treadmill, but it is a hard 20 minutes.
-i've been making flat biscuits. so i guess i've been making crackers.
-i've been walking my dog at least once a day first thing when i get up despite all the gloominess and puddles that seem to be never ending around here.

other than all of that, I have been doing nothing but keeping up with the joneses.

Oh, yeah, and my dog bit me. He has no remorse because I swear, he's been chewing on that kong for like, two hours now. I put more treats in it because its keeping him away from me. And believe me, he's not my favorite friend right now.

None of this is his fault.

He just hates the mailman. I mean, REALLY. Especially this one mailman we have. Its the mailman's fault anyways... for banging the door, and waving his arms in the windows. I mean, seriously, do i really need to go outside and say, HEY BUDDY DO NOT TORMENT MY DOG! Oh, and do you know who to call if you have a complaint about your mail person? I do. I've CALLED. THREE TIMES.

So he hates this mail man. And I was walking him, and my leg got in the way, and one of those sharp teeth went through the soft spot in my knee next to my knee cap. and I bought myself a tetanus shot, a two hour stay in the ER, and some vicodin. That I'm scared to take. I mean, whatever.

I'll spare you the picture.

Anyways, i'm off the running, so no lovely notes about long runs in the springtime for a while. I'll just be here, watching movies, and laying around with my leg up for a bit. And eating flat biscuits, and taking pictures. and you know, all that.

Until next time....