Re-Blogging

It’s like retweeting, but not.  Anyhow, thank you once again Ben Davis, for your opportune remiders.  The following has been copied and pasted from bendoeslife.com

Rocktober: a recommitment to healthy.

Still going strong.

Yes, it’s only been four days, but the first few days are always the most critical and, let’s be honest, usually we’ve already reverted by now.

Run well, eat well.

Bike strong, eat veggies.

Yoga flexible, eat lean meat.

Sleep much, eat no scones.

Fine… eat one scone. But just one!

Happy Birthday To Me!

With my umbilibal cord wrapped around my neck I was born by cesarean after the anethesiaologist botched my mothers epideral and froze her diaphram.

27 years ago today I came into the world and was already making mischief. Cheers!

Tags: Happy Birthday, mischief managed

Remember to Breathe

A lot of big changes have happened in my life lately. Found a decent job, ended a 3 and half year relationship, took up an active new hobby (running), and resolved to see my friends more(because they’re all kinds of awesome. All for the good sure, but still a bit of an emotional roller coaster.

Today I’ve felt overwhelmed and irrationally irritable, so I clicked over to fave blog, BenDoesLife. He reminded me to have fun. Just have fun, stop stressing the details and the numbers, and just have fun. This was a good reminder that came at a good time.

Thanks Ben.

Tags: Have fun.

Kenny Chesney is in my dome…

He thought he was writing about himself though…

Better As A Memory (lyrics)

I move on like a sinner’s prayer
Lettin’ go like a levee brakes
Walk away as if I don’t care
Learn to shoulder my mistakes
I’m built to fade like your favorite song
Get reckless when there’s no need
Laugh as your stories ramble on
Break my heart, but it won’t bleed

My only friends are pirates
It’s just who I am
I’m better as a memory
Than as your (wo)man

Never sure when the truth won’t do
I’m pretty good on a lonely night
I move on the way the storm blows through
I never stay but then again I might
I struggle sometimes to find the words
Always sure until I doubt
Walk a line until it blurs
Build walls too high to climb out
But I’m honest to a fault

It’s just who I am
I’m better as a memory
Than as you (wo)man

I see you leaning
You’re bound to fall
I (didn’t) want to be that mistake
I’m just a dreamer
Nothing more
You should know it before it gets too late

‘Cause Goodbyes are like a ROULETTE wheel
You never know where they’re gonna land
First you’re spinning then your standin’ still
Left holdin’ A losing hand
One day your gonna find someone
Right away you’ll know it’s true
That all of your seekin’s done
It’s just a part of the passing through
Right there in that moment
You’ll finally understand
That I was better as a memory than as your (wo)man

Here We Go Again…

It all started with me enviously watching runners. At the gym, at the park, on the road all over the SF Bay Area (where I live)… for as far back as I can remember, and thinking something along the lines of “Man, I wished I looked as happy and healthy running as that chic.” And then poof, like a magic tidal wave, or at least a steady stream, new friends flowed into my life with one thing in common: independent of each other, all these women happen to be runners.

And that’s when things got crazy. With 4 months left to train I signed up for the 2011 Disney Princess Half Marathon…and failed spectacularly. Procrastination and a mild propensity for self destructive behavior will do that for you. Turns out, sheer force of will and stubbornness alone will not carry you 13.1 miles.

Since that day in February I’ve started actually training, often with a runner friend who’s graciously taken on the role of mentor. I’ve finished my first 5k and signed up for another, I’m slated for a local 10k come the end of July, and am looking forward to earning a finisher’s medal at the Disneyland Half Marathon in September.

Remember that mild self-destructive streak I mentioned? I blame it for my entering the lottery drawing for the Nike Women’s (half)Marathon, I blame some ironic cosmic force with a dark sense of humor more twisted than my own for actually being chosen – Nike takes place a mere 6 weeks after Disneyland, thats Oct. 16th for those counting along.

I’m closer today than I was yesterday.   And tomorrow I’ll be even closer, for now I’ve got a 4mile run calling my name.

not what I look like...yet

Thanks Anna/Adele

Hello internet. How the hell have you been? I’ve been quietly licking my wounds and nursing my pride after that not-so-surprising DNF at the half marathon in Orlando.

I’ve since signed up for more races, attempted to reign in most of my destructive tendencies, and actually started to train. And this week, A La Emeril I’m kicking it up a notch. Finish line, here I come.

And thanks to the combined powers of my friend Anna and one of her favorite songstresses Adele, I have a new motto. Are you ready for this internet? “It’ll hurt until it stops hurting… it just hasn’t stopped yet.”

And there you go. More blogging to come

Tags: becoming a runner

Unbelievable…and not in a good way

Fox “News” is already beginning to mount a defense of Sarah Palin – casting the sheriff who rebuked her ilk as a presumptuous villain – as if her penchant for violent rhetorical flourish is irrelevant to today’s tragedy.

People are dead. People are in critical condition. Families and lives have been shattered. By one (perhaps two, we don’t know yet) unhinged man. No Sarah Palin and the like didn’t put a gun in that man’s hand, but they did foster an environment, that to an already unstable mind, made it an acceptable thing to walk into a crowd and unload a clip into innocent men, women, and children.

I hope those who lost their lives rest in peace, I hope those who have been injured recover well, and I hope all those impacted are able to heal.

Those who have been employing violent “metaphor” for political gain should be ashamed, and so should their defenders.

Tags: Gabrielle Giffords, madmen, rhetoric, tragedy