i was emo before emo was cool
Call me an angsty 17 year old, but I had a total urge to listen to Tori while running this morning. I used to be one of those, "OMG TORI" types, but I quickly outgrew it. Nevertheless, her heavy handed laments were what I needed this morning and I am glad that my ipod was able to oblige. One round through the "Little Earthquakes" album hit the spot and squashed whatever melodramatic bug I woke up with. Time to move on.
I think I need to better integrate running into the rest of my life. I have kept running isolated from other aspects of my life including what I eat, how much I sleep, how I plan my day, etc. I'd like my running to improve and I'd really like to be a bad-ass distance runner. But I need to make some major changes in order to do that. Right now, my running is unsupported by the rest of my life. Instead of simply running, I need to develop a holistic "training" plan that is complemented by my other activities. How to do this, I am not sure yet, but I think avoiding that bag of Laffy Taffys in the office may be a good start.
Tandoori meatballs for lunch. MMM.
My puggy, Clarice, is what I'd like to call an "aggressive snuggler." She pushes her warm sausage body up to me real close. Or, if possible, she will wedge her pudgy self into the small space between the BedMate and I. With every movement I make away from her, she moves in closer. And closer. Until she has claimed half the bed and I am unable to move. If I try to defend my bed real estate and try to nudge her over, she lets out the most disturbing little grunt. Its a mix between "you're killing me" and "cut your shit out." And then when its time to get up, she gets all pissy because I have compromised the little empire of captured pillows and blankets that she has acquired over the night.
I want another pug.
I think I need to better integrate running into the rest of my life. I have kept running isolated from other aspects of my life including what I eat, how much I sleep, how I plan my day, etc. I'd like my running to improve and I'd really like to be a bad-ass distance runner. But I need to make some major changes in order to do that. Right now, my running is unsupported by the rest of my life. Instead of simply running, I need to develop a holistic "training" plan that is complemented by my other activities. How to do this, I am not sure yet, but I think avoiding that bag of Laffy Taffys in the office may be a good start.
Tandoori meatballs for lunch. MMM.
My puggy, Clarice, is what I'd like to call an "aggressive snuggler." She pushes her warm sausage body up to me real close. Or, if possible, she will wedge her pudgy self into the small space between the BedMate and I. With every movement I make away from her, she moves in closer. And closer. Until she has claimed half the bed and I am unable to move. If I try to defend my bed real estate and try to nudge her over, she lets out the most disturbing little grunt. Its a mix between "you're killing me" and "cut your shit out." And then when its time to get up, she gets all pissy because I have compromised the little empire of captured pillows and blankets that she has acquired over the night.
I want another pug.