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As secret as a dream you call
2006-06-14 - 2:44 p.m.
I'm so bloated. I feel like a dead cow. Little boys could amuse
themselves by poking me with long sticks.
I did run again yesterday though. I ran around the lake nearly two
minutes faster than I'd done the day before and I felt better doing it.
The second day is always easier though. The third day is usually the
worst. Not looking forward to running today, but it must be done. My
pace yesterday was at least out of "pathetic" zone. For me, "pathetic"
is slower than ten minute miles. The "pathetic" cut off may be lower or
higher for you, but that happens to be where it is for me. Instead, I
was only in the "not so good" zone.
After running I stopped by the store to pick up a gift card to Black
Angus for my dad for Father's Day (they have gift cards to everything at
Safeway). I already bought him a "pro" account for Flickr. Then I got
home, took a shower, ate dinner, and headed down to REI for the
presentation on the STP.
I got there a little early so I decided to look at shorts for playing
ball. I tried on a bunch. One of the more depressing things in life is
trying on clothes that are highly unflattering. I found one pair that
didn't make me want to vomit when I looked in the mirror at me wearing
them. Somehow, though, I couldn't see spending $50 on a pair of shorts
who's only merits were that they didn't make me vomit. There must be a
pair of shorts out there that look cute even on me!
So then the presentation. Oh my god. Now I want to do the STP! I
just have to find someone to do it with me. Of course there's over a
year before it happens (that I can participate) so there's plenty of
time for me to change my mind...or get in shape.
I ended up not buying a single thing on my list. The guy giving the
presentation said that he almost bought himself a rearview mirror for
his bike helmet once, but ended up finding a mirror that mounted on his
handlebars that he really liked. So maybe I'll get one of those
instead.
I went home after the presentation and it was already nearly my
bedtime. After a day of eating sensibly and exercising, I sat down,
opened up a box of Strawberry Frosted Mini-Wheats and went to town.
When I should have been sleeping. I have no idea why I do things like
that. Self-control goes out the window and in comes the saboteur.
One Good Thing: Father's Day cards are in the mail
Song of the Day: Voca Me - Libera
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