Can I “run” any slower?
I don’t think I can.
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Stop trying to guilt me out of coffee
I wish people would stop telling me that all I have to do is give up my daily Starbucks and use the money to pay for some overpriced something or other. First off, I very rarely complain about the price of anything, nor would I use the price as an excuse not to get something I need or want.
Whenever I see that for the price of your daily coffee, you can get this instead, I immediately don’t want that thing. Why are you trying to guilt trip me into buying your product?
But more importantly, I don’t buy daily Starbucks. I can count the times I’ve purchased Starbucks (iced Green Tea lemonade) in the last decade on my fingers–usually because someone I’m with wants Starbucks. I don’t buy lunch every day. I don’t eat at fast food restaurants. There’s no Jamba Juice nearby, so I don’t walk down and get a smoothie ever. I don’t spend money on crappy processed food.
So, what would you have me give up?
It’s been suggested I not pay for Hulu, Netflix, or DirecTv. Well since I’m not complaining about money, you are, perhaps you should stop projecting your issues on me.
I’ve been known to spend more than some people pay on their yearly rent on a single dinner. Or fly to a country thousands of miles away to run a half marathon. I can afford your product, but if you have to use guilt to make me buy it, then you know it’s overpriced and not worth the $2, $4, or $10 a day you want to charge me.
##rant over
My little aliens…
Since October, I have been in pain. My bowels have been very angry at me. I’m always, always tired. Running had been hard–all the training and no improvement. It’s been a rough few months.
Turning 36….
Everyone who knows me knows that I celebrate my 21st birthday every May, spending Memorial Day weekend partying like I can drink for the first time. It’s not because I’m embarrassed by my age, or I don’t want people to know how old I am, but because 21 is he last year you get anything in the United States. It’s the last birthday that’s special not because you’re just old! It’s the last just crazy special and fun birthday. (16 you can drive, 18 you are an “adult” and gain a range of new allowances, and 21 you can drink).
This year, I didn’t do that. I got Chewie when I was 20, just a couple weeks before my 21st birthday, and he celebrated every single 21st birthday with me. Someone sent me a card signed by my remaining two dogs, and it hit me hard. Where was Chewie? I miss him.
I aged 15 years at that moment.
ghosts
I don’t write here as much as I should. It’s almost oppressive to put down on this little blog that my training is not going as planned. I have been sidelined by medical issues. Unexplainable medical issues or just an extension of the good ol’ endometriosis crawling into other parts of my body and life.
I’ve spent the last few weeks being poked and prodded and generally treated like an alien abductee. Everything came back normal. My GI doctor suggested that I take probiotics as if I haven’t been taking them for months, if not a year. As if that is going to stop this crazy intense pain that leaves me sitting in a chair dazed and confused. This pain is different from the pain I’ve lived with basically my whole life. I’m back to yet another doctor today.
Meanwhile, I’ve been running as much as I can. Trying to run at least a mile every day. Some days are fine. Some days suck. My long runs aren’t going so well. So instead of suffering through another long run, I run hills and try to run one really, really fast mile. Then I can just walk home. Not that I’m not doing my long runs, I’m just not adding extra mileage each week as I should be. I spend a good portion of the run in pain. Or I walk half of it. But I’m out there….
I’ll be out there today……after that doctor’s appointment.
More about me than about Boston
I’m a runner, although I am not a RUNNER. You’ve read a million times about how I don’t even like running.
Late last year, I read a guide for training for a marathon with a meat-free diet. At that moment, I was more obsessed with losing this damn 30 pounds of surgery fat that seems to be stubbornly clinging to my thighs and my neck. After re-reading those three intro e-books a million times, I slowly got obsessed with running a BQ. Not necessarily with running Boston itself, just qualifying. If I wanted to run Boston, I’d just do a charity run; it’s easier. (Of course, if I qualify and get in, I’d run the damn race).
