So I have officially started running. I state it like that because technically, sometimes I would run before, but it was more of a scattered, Pheobe-esque type running. Danielle and I have officially started training together. Seattle half marathon HERE WE COME!!! (I am pretty sure that the city is unprepared for the disaster we can be as a pair.)
For the most part it's going well, we've been training now for about 3 weeks, I only missed one day and I am really enjoying it. It's so nice to be outside, especially with all the wonderful weather we've been having! It's also really great to have a purpose in my running, I feel like I've got something to accomplish and I actually feel quite invigorated with the challenge. But (of course, there has to be a 'but') this morning, I was a gong show!! I don't really like to run in the mornings, I don't think most sane people would. (that's right, I dont hold Darren or Don in the "sane" category).
I hobbled up to my house this morning, limping because I forgot to wear my knee brace, my eyes were half swollen shut because I forgot to take some Reactine (it was literally SNOWING pollen) and very grumpy because at that point I had been up for 1 hour with NO COFFEE, and I thought to myself "This isn't such a joy this morning".
The invigoration, the "good feeling" of working out, the clear headed calmness - that was ALL gone, I was just crabby. But then at lunch today I had a piece of chocolate cake because "I went for a run this morning so it's ok" and it all kind of evened out. At this rate, I probably wont lose any weight on my excercise program but really, the justification of eating crappy food makes it worth it some days!
So there it is, all 5 of you faithful readers out there can hold me accountable to my running and I will try to spice up the blogs with my new anicdotes*.
(*if someone could tell me how to spell that correctly it would be great)
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Lovable?
Sometimes I wonder why it is that, as women, we seem to be drawn to the scandalous love stories that Hollywood seems to put out. Why is it that we love the story of "Pretty Woman"? I don't think its because we all secretly believe we'll find our true love through prostitution.
I hope it's not because we think there is something remotely good looking in Richard Gere's beady little eyes!! Why is it that the love stories that swoon us involve the Moulin Rouge and women dancing for money?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not passing judgment on the love of these movies, I bought a painting of the Moulin Rouge in Paris, that's how much I loved the movie! But even saying that seems bizarre - I bought a picture of a brothel... I certainly don't support the industry.
But then I see that maybe, without even knowing it, we are so drawn to these stories where regular, decent (or slightly decent) men fall for the hugely flawed woman and fix her with their love because it's our story. As women this is how we identify the love of Jesus that comes down and caresses us just as we are, unpure, broken, messy, insecure, unfaithful women. That we know if Christian can fall in love with Satine, even though she constantly pushes him away and denies his existence, then maybe, just maybe, God really still does love us. Mmmmh.
I hope it's not because we think there is something remotely good looking in Richard Gere's beady little eyes!! Why is it that the love stories that swoon us involve the Moulin Rouge and women dancing for money?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not passing judgment on the love of these movies, I bought a painting of the Moulin Rouge in Paris, that's how much I loved the movie! But even saying that seems bizarre - I bought a picture of a brothel... I certainly don't support the industry.
But then I see that maybe, without even knowing it, we are so drawn to these stories where regular, decent (or slightly decent) men fall for the hugely flawed woman and fix her with their love because it's our story. As women this is how we identify the love of Jesus that comes down and caresses us just as we are, unpure, broken, messy, insecure, unfaithful women. That we know if Christian can fall in love with Satine, even though she constantly pushes him away and denies his existence, then maybe, just maybe, God really still does love us. Mmmmh.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Grad Skip Day...
...the only thing that could ever make me wish I was still in the horrible throes of Grade 12. It is a beautiful, sunny day out and I am stuck inside while all my students frolick at the beach.
On the bright side the weather will be beautiful for baseball tonight and our plethora of
bar-b-ques tomorrow!!
One other random thought for this o-so-random blog... I think that slow-cookers are the greatest invention ever! I know half of the 4 people who read this blog are rolling their eyes right now at how I reak of domesticity but I am totally ok with that. It is seriously fantastic to toss dinner into the slow cooker at 8 in the morning and come home to a wonderful smelling house by 5 and then - dinner is ready... it's all about enjoying the little things right?
On the bright side the weather will be beautiful for baseball tonight and our plethora of
bar-b-ques tomorrow!!
One other random thought for this o-so-random blog... I think that slow-cookers are the greatest invention ever! I know half of the 4 people who read this blog are rolling their eyes right now at how I reak of domesticity but I am totally ok with that. It is seriously fantastic to toss dinner into the slow cooker at 8 in the morning and come home to a wonderful smelling house by 5 and then - dinner is ready... it's all about enjoying the little things right?
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
a little of my life lately...
hanging out with bo-baya, watching her flirt with my hubby and
walking and eating way to much ice cream with Dan. & Karl
posing for lame pictures with larissa
WATCHING SARA GET MARRIED - woot woot
eating great meals with my sister and her (almost) hubby at their beautiful basement suite!
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