Weekend Update

Yeah, I know, it's Tuesday. But, when you're underemployed like I am, every day is pretty much a Saturday.

Speaking of Saturday...man oh man. I started boozing at brunch with Dani, Tony, and Ant, and didn't stop until I staggered through my door around 1 a.m., where I was promptly overwhelmed with the fantastic idea of opening a bottle of wine. Had a great day/night, but Sunday was a total waste.

Managed to get my lazy butt out for a run only once this weekend, and the hangover made it pretty freaking brutal. 4 miles. Walked once. It sucked. Meant to run yesterday, thought about running yesterday, even gathered my running clothes and drove them over to running buddy's house. Then we made french toast and bacon for breakfast. Then we couched it up and watched a movie. Then we ate cake and ice cream for lunch. Then we watched 2 more movies and took a nap. Then we went for Mexican at this great place in the Mission. At this point, we were pretty much high-fiving each other for at least getting off the couch and going outside once that day. However, we did watch Saint Ralph before falling asleep last night, so that's gotta count for something in the running department.

Actually have to work for a few hours today, but then I'll get out and log a few miles.

Sunday Morning

What a booze-filled weekend I've had. Totally paying for it today.

Western States 100

Like the way I used that as a title? That's so when people see it, they're all like, "Holy shit! This chick is bad-ass!! She's going to Western States!" Yes, it's true. I am. With my big brother.

He needs a ride.

Today (Friday the 13th!!) I skipped the whole run thing and went to the climbing gym with Ant. It was, by far, the best I've ever climbed. Ever. Even Ant, who's been my trusty belay partner for years, despite me having dropped him that one time in Korea (more on that little episode here), was all, "I can't believe you did that!"

I totally rock.

Another Boring Running Post...

I'll keep it short and painful...much like the run.

Running buddy and I met up at my place to log a few miles. I had planned for us to do a 4.5 miler along the beach, into the park, around the lake, and back to my place, but 1.5 miles in we were not feeling it. He's got a little foot issue that I like to refer to as PF, and he likes to refer to as "an unknown injury that could be anything except what Jes thinks it is, because admitting that she's always right might just cause the world to stop rotating."

i interuppt this post to share with you guys that I'm at a coffee shop, an empty coffee shop, and two people just sat down across from me and started GOING AT IT. WTF?!? The couch across the room would be way more comfortable, don't you think?

Anyway, I don't actually know if it's PF or not, I just like stating my opinion as if it's a fact and then being all, "I told you so!" on the rare occasion that my opinion actually does turn out to be true.

So, there we are, 1.5 miles in, and he's hurting, and I'm...well, I'm just a lazy, out of shape bastard, so we decided to run through Sutro for a bit instead. Stopped at just over 3 measly miles, then walked around for another mile or so, checking out some different neighborhoods. Not a great workout, but a lovely way to spend an afternoon, for sure. We thought we'd make up for it by eating a healthy dinner, but scrapped that idea when I got us lost on the way to the healthy restaurant but conveniently found our way to an awesome Dim Sum place.

Yeah. Exciting stuff...it'll keep you awake for minutes.

Mostly For My Friend Ate Ball...

...but the other 2 people who read this thing are welcome to enjoy it, too.

My girl and I had some drinks on Haight and decided to pop into the first salon we found that could take both of us immediately.

Just caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Wonder how long that ENORMOUS green thing has been stuck in my teeth?

One more reason not to eat vegetables, as far as I'm concerned. Beer never gets stuck in my teeth.
Today is 12 May, 2011.

Why don't my posts show the date?
Logged a decent 4 miler yesterday through the Mission/Potrero Hill areas. Skate park was the highlight. Definitely a better run than the whole Sausalito debacle.

Iron Stomach Triathlon next weekend, with vodka tasting at Hangar 1 right after! Mad psyched, yo!

WTF Netflix?!?!?

My First Post in Over a Year...

...Wherein the reader discovers that I am basically the same trash-talking, beer-guzzling, junk-food eating moron I was when I last posted.

Well, onwards and upwards, shall we?

Yesterday, I jogged/walked/shuffled/at one point just gave up and sprawled out flat on my back on the ground through Sausalito. Sausalito is incredibly beautiful, but hot damn if that place isn't one fucking hill after another! I'll spare you the gory details, but it wasn't a good run for me. I doubt it was very pretty for anyone who witnessed any of it, either.

In my defense, I hadn't planned on going running. I had sent a text to my running buddy to see if he wanted to run, and when I didn't hear back from him within .03 seconds, I figured I was in the clear. So, I ate lunch. Enough lunch for 6 people. And had some beer. And then the MF'er confirms that he does, indeed, want to run. In 30 minutes.

In hindsight, I should've said no. But instead, I was all, "Better make it 45, cause I gotta finish my beer first!" I'm a moron.

We decided on Sausalito. Actually, I think I pushed for Sausalito because I knew the drive over there would buy me some time.
What I said: "We can run along the waterfront! It'll be so beautiful...the sun will be shining, the birds will be chirping, there will be double rainbows and unicorns around every corner. We should totally drive over there!"
What I meant: "If you don't give me the 25 minutes rest it will take us to drive over there (oh God, please let there be traffic) I guarantee I will puke all over you before the 1st mile mark."

I am an excellent negotiator. We headed to Sausalito.

So, we hopped in Einstein, and while he chatted on about whatever he had done over the past few days since I had seen him last, I sat silently in the passenger seat, begging and pleading with my digestive system to hurry the fuck up, and also kindly requesting my body to overlook the fact that I hadn't had a sip of anything non-alcoholic in about 3 days.

I am ALWAYS a slow runner, but man oh man did I ever take slowness to a new level. I did manage not to puke, but only because at one point, while running up a never ending staircase, I stopped, layed (laid? I'll never get that right) down on one of the steps, and declared that this running nonsense could get fucked, from now on my hobby of choice would be napping in the sun.

I did, eventually, make it back to the car. I was a sweaty, red-faced, rapid heart beating, partly bent over, gasping for breath mess. My running buddy was all, "Hey! Great warm up! You ready to run now?"

I am an excellent negotiator. We walked to the nearest bar.

Today, we were briefly recapping the events of yesterday, and when the run part came up I offered an apology for being so freaking slow and out of shape, and thanked him for even agreeing to run with me. Then, we briefly touched upon other topics. We had moved well beyond the disaster that was my attempt at running, just chatting about our schedules, when he said:

"I gotta tell you, if you don't step it up a little, you might need to find yourself a new running partner."

Fair enough. When it comes to running, he is way ahead of me on every level. He's faster, he's in better shape, he has way way more motivation and determination. He actually has self-discipline. I mean, sure, my outfits are waaaay cuter than his, but that probably doesn't make up for me sucking in every other department. Especially since I'm so slow I'm always lagging behind him, so he can't even spend the time checking out the goods, yaknowwhatimean?

So, yeah, fair enough.

But, since my running buddy and I tend to partner up in *ahem* other areas (note to mom and dad: board games), I wasn't sure if this was a very fair, logical reaction to the difference in our running abilities, or a metaphor for this habit we have of running in the afternoon, and then waking up together the next morning (note to mom and dad: Monopoly takes forever!!).

The logical part of my brain knew this was not a comment on our relationship. But the girl part of my brain was convinced I was getting dumped. The logical part of my brain knows that the girl part is insane and should be completely ignored 95% of the time. Unfortunately, the girl part of my brain has such a LOUD voice it can be difficult to ignore it.

So, I responded the same way I always do when presented with any topic that might lead to an even slightly uncomfortable conversation: "Oh...umm...well...OK. Did you ask if I wanted coffee? Cause I would looove me some coffee right now..."

It is a great, great thing to have a running buddy who knows how you like your coffee.

Uh, that's black, and to go, please.

Got my coffee, said my goodbyes, and left. And, since I was already doing the walk of shame in my running clothes I decided I might as well just go for a run. So, I ran. And I let myself have it. For jumping to conclusions. For always going straight to the worst case scenario. For putting such meaning behind a statement that actually had very little meaning behind it. For being such a fucking girl sometimes.

And then I thought about a bunch of the people and relationships in my life. It's a hot topic for me lately, the whole "what do I really want and need from the relationships in my life" question. I thought about my running buddy. I thought about some of my friends. I thought about my little brother. I thought about some acquaintances, people who are in my life right now because spending time with them is better (sometimes) than spending that time alone. I thought...I thought...I thought...always an endless circle of thoughts in my head.

And then somewhere around mile 3 it all just faded away, and I finished my run about 20 minutes later feeling great, feeling safe, trusting the Universe, and knowing that everything was going to be A OK.

Time for a beer. :)
Hi Dani. :)