Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Fat Girl, Revisited.

That's it. I'm back at it. I need input from Chicago area people for fall 5ks. (mind you...I'm scared of the suburbs. fyi.)

Plantar fascitis be damned. Giant gut be damned. I must run again. It's not that I actually "like" running. It's more that I like me when I run. Most of the time when I am running, there is a litany of curse words running through my head. If there were sailors in my family, they would probably be horrified and proud...all at the same time. I don't think kind thoughts when running. I can't say that I've experience that "euphoria" that others talk about. Mostly I think about death. Mine, the organizers, the fools that I blindly followed into this running thing, the runners around me, etc. Yet, I'm oddly thrilled when I finish a race. And, yes, I'm fully aware that 5k is only 3 miles and NOTHING to real runners. But, it works for me with my crappy knees and now, apparently, bad feet. I want to race that random person to the finish line again. I want another PR!

Soooooo...Chicago people, again, help with the fall 5ks!

Friday, January 2, 2009

Stupid ass resolutions

Yeah, it's that time of the year. For once in ages, I did NOT make any bizarro weight/diet resolutions. I resolved to stay in better contact with long distance friends and family. To be more patient (this one is gonna be a tough one!). And, to run, at least, five 5ks this year. So, I signed up today for one. The Race to Wrigley which I ran with a broken rib last year. However, I've not been running ages, so I'm gonna have to hoist the fat ass up off the couch and concentrate on getting the groove back.

My hopes for 2008 are a better year for my family heathwise. I nearly lost an uncle this year. I've a cousin that had some severe eye trauma. And, my aunt's husband was in a car accident that he was lucky to survive with just a broken vertebrae. All in all, we were lucky in that everyone survived, but I do hope for better health for all of them. And, because I'm selfish, for me too!

I'm toying what to do for personal growth for me this year. I learned so much about myself this past year. Through some circumstances, I got the chance to do a lot of soul searching and emotional growth and I think I've come out on the other side a far better person than I went into it. A growth spurt if you will. I've made some new friends that I wish I had given a fair chance ages ago. I learned a lot about people I thought were my friends. Most of all, I've learned that toxic people and dramarama is best left for my hourly dose of the Young and the Restless on weekdays! I've found such comfort in my photography that I'm contemplating doing something more with it. What? I don't know. I'm thinking about a year long program, maybe. I am going to go do a real shoot for a friend of mine in Atlanta. I'm so excited about that, well, I could pee my pants! I need to figure out what I want and make a game plan and go for it.

My weight and physical fitness is, as always, a source of concern for me. Somewhere in the summer, my give a damn left the building. Probably about the time I quit running. I kept eating like I was running, but I wasn't. Thankfully, I kept up with tennis so while I'm nowhere near where I would like to be, it isn't as bad as it could be! There is still some muscle under the jiggle. Now, to get rid of the jiggle.

So, that's that. My random ramblings staring down the barrel of a new year. I wish my friends a happy and prosperous New Year!