Feelin' pretty good today, I must say.
Yay Nora's raise...may you grow and flourish well past her expectations next time around.
Sore as all fuck. I ran twelve miles yesterday.
Go P-C. Get on whichyerbadself. I'm in awe...
And still? Never gonna run. Spike's chip kept him from harming mortals, mine keeps me from running more than a block at a time. BUT, I am walking my butt off. Literally.
I've walked 4+ miles everyday for the last week. Granted, to do the Marathon, Ima havta start upping that soon, but at least I'm consistent. My bff is being a huge help with her zeal to hit the bricks each morning.
The shoe and pedometer research has been less than uplifting but I'm hoping I have that resolved. Now, it's all about the miles and the time.
I have no aspiration to be a rockstar in the marathon walking world, but I DO want to make it to the finish line without being swept from the field.
In '97, when I did the AIDSRide, on our 110 mile day, I made 89.5 before being forced off the road. That blew...I had the power but not the speed...which has always been the case. In high school I was a varsity long distance swimmer. Never won a race, but I completed them ALL, even the ones I should not have been entered in. The coach called me his 'point for the team gal'.
Wish me speed!
Sore as all fuck. I ran twelve miles yesterday.
What'd you do to make someone chase you twelve miles?
Ok, now -t. Thanks for the giggle. I'm so glad my laptop doesn't have one of those!!!
Sign #1717 that your children are growing up. The pediatric dentist wants to develop a plan for graduating your daughter to an adult dentist.
The pediatric dentist wants to develop a plan for graduating your daughter to an adult dentist.
Will there be a ceremony?
Will there be a ceremony?
I wanted to ask about the dress code.
I wanted to ask about the dress code.
Maybe after the graduation, the girl would rotate her drool bib to the side....
Dear Subconscious:
I understand that all control I have over you is an illusion and that you will make me dream whatever it is you think I should dream about.
But after last night's escapade, I have to ask, Really? I mean, really?
Yes, I'll admit to my unholy adoration of the Royal Family as a novelty and that it appeals to the romantic ideals in my head.
However.
This should not, in the future, translate into SEX DREAMS about PRINCE EFFING CHARLES.
Which would be an appropriate name for him after this morning.
Ta ever so.
Aimee
Me too - they call it a "cost of living increase."
Yeah, that's what we have too.
Wish me speed!
Go Speed Beejer!
What'd you do to make someone chase you twelve miles?
My mom caught me with a white Caucasian she-devil.
