I haven't really had that much to blog about lately. Everything is proceeding nicely, work is happening at the same rate it usually does, life is a well oiled machine. I hope I don't believe in jinxes.
I'm just at the apartment right now, counting down the minutes until I need to leave for work. There are clothes all over the floor and dishes in the sink, which I am ignoring quite successfully in order to blog. Priorities.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
It's Champion Time
Whip out the old "things to do before I die" list and hand me a red pen...time to cross one off. On Sunday, I "ran" 13.1 miles to complete my first half-marathon. Ok, so I didn't run the whole thing, but I started off running and finished up running, and there was some running in between too. I'm really proud of myself, and am so glad I stuck with the training and dreading and cursing myself for agreeing to do such an unnatural thing even despite the searing pain I still have in my left foot. Cheetahs run 13.1 miles at a time, cars run 13.1 miles at a time, and now I run 13.1 miles at a time. Oh yeah, and boyfriend runs 13.1 miles at a time too, and he runs it much faster than I do.
The family came and went a few weeks ago and it was really fun. Most of the fun centered around the fact that I suspended my half-marathon training while they were here (and, ahem, the week or so before), and the fun was not at all squelched by the meager amount of sleep we all managed to get. Or the alleged shooting my mom SWEARS happened right outside my window. My mom and sister, who were blessed with the foreign concepts of style and taste helped me decorate and arrange my apartment to their liking, which tends to also be my liking in retrospect. They talked me down off the ledge of bright, bold colors in favor of decor that does not mirror a college dorm room, and for that I will be forever grateful. They also managed to convince me that my most wonderful and blessed oversized couch is not green, as I have (apparently incorrectly) believed it to be for the last year or so. Apparently, it is taupe, which is not green. Even though it looks green to the naked eye. But it is not. Green.
I've been having a blast playing kickball with my friend Maggie on the National Mall lately. We signed up for a kickball league called Nakid (No Adult Kickball Isn't Dumb) and are proud members of team "We'll Kick Yo Balls." The Nakid league, unlike the two other kickball leagues in this area, is really about 30 percent kickball and 175 percent Coors Light. While our kickball skills have remained fairly underdeveloped, we are noticeably much improved at flip cup and dancing on the bar.
And work. I still go there pretty much every day. That's about it with work.
The family came and went a few weeks ago and it was really fun. Most of the fun centered around the fact that I suspended my half-marathon training while they were here (and, ahem, the week or so before), and the fun was not at all squelched by the meager amount of sleep we all managed to get. Or the alleged shooting my mom SWEARS happened right outside my window. My mom and sister, who were blessed with the foreign concepts of style and taste helped me decorate and arrange my apartment to their liking, which tends to also be my liking in retrospect. They talked me down off the ledge of bright, bold colors in favor of decor that does not mirror a college dorm room, and for that I will be forever grateful. They also managed to convince me that my most wonderful and blessed oversized couch is not green, as I have (apparently incorrectly) believed it to be for the last year or so. Apparently, it is taupe, which is not green. Even though it looks green to the naked eye. But it is not. Green.
I've been having a blast playing kickball with my friend Maggie on the National Mall lately. We signed up for a kickball league called Nakid (No Adult Kickball Isn't Dumb) and are proud members of team "We'll Kick Yo Balls." The Nakid league, unlike the two other kickball leagues in this area, is really about 30 percent kickball and 175 percent Coors Light. While our kickball skills have remained fairly underdeveloped, we are noticeably much improved at flip cup and dancing on the bar.
And work. I still go there pretty much every day. That's about it with work.
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