So I just came back from a run. It wasn't a big run, or a hard run. I just did a mile medium/hard and then a mile of fartleks. Not grueling but worthy of enough effort to justify spending my (currently tiny amount of) free time doing it.
So I walk into my house and my downstairs neighbor, who I will call "Hank," and I start chatting about various things (drilling, cell phones, moleskin notebooks, family) and he pauses to show me his new briefcase (re: Swiss Army messenger bag). As he was showcasing the versatile mesh pockets, I said "What's it mean if your hips hurt after you run?" He looked up at me with a cocked eyebrow and said, "it means you haven't run in awhile."
"It's only been two weeks!"
(with a little bit of judgment) "That's enough."
Hey now, "Hank!" We can't all be Eagle Scout marathoners with sick distance times even though we smoke like a chimney and eat nothing but red meat and potatoes with the occasional capellini aglio olio.
Or can we?
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
All Apologies (and some appetizers, if you will)
I lied. I totally lied. April 23rd I promised new posts soon. It's been more than a month! In my defense, work has been really crazy. Working extra hours - through lunch, staying late, extra days - the works. I'm not complaining though, I love my job.
Anyway, I took a vacation last week. I have a lot of stories. What comes to mind first is that we rescued a sweet-ass feral cat. We didn't keep her (everyone I know is allergic to cats, 2 dogs in my apartment, trying not to get evicted, etc.), but she got adopted into a cat colony (did you know such a thing existed?). We named her Miss Boots. Her nickname is Nancy Sinatra. She was all black but with white front paws and white "boots" (you guessed it) up to her haunches on her back legs (ala Nancy Sinatra). I'm not really a cat person, but if I could have found a way to adopt this cat I totally would have.
For now I'm happy with getting her a home, medicine, food, shelter, and making sure the fish hook she managed to get stuck in her mouth was (surgically) removed (many, many thanks to the vet, the vet techs, and everyone at Friends of Felines).
On another note, my dog actually flipped when she saw Miss Boots on the deck. Literally. I got her a travel crate (it's pop-up, like a tent) and she, while inside of the crate, flipped it end-over-end and rammed it into the sliding glass doors when she saw Miss Boots on the deck. I almost peed my pants and my dog actually peed her pants(?). I had to wash her blanket (bedding). Twice.
Also, I ate a cinnamon roll that was bigger than my face. Seriously, it was probably more than 12 inches long and 6 inches wide. And I ate it. Because I was on vacation.
In other news, congrats to my LA poet for having a master's degree, and for being almost 24!
Anyway, I took a vacation last week. I have a lot of stories. What comes to mind first is that we rescued a sweet-ass feral cat. We didn't keep her (everyone I know is allergic to cats, 2 dogs in my apartment, trying not to get evicted, etc.), but she got adopted into a cat colony (did you know such a thing existed?). We named her Miss Boots. Her nickname is Nancy Sinatra. She was all black but with white front paws and white "boots" (you guessed it) up to her haunches on her back legs (ala Nancy Sinatra). I'm not really a cat person, but if I could have found a way to adopt this cat I totally would have.
For now I'm happy with getting her a home, medicine, food, shelter, and making sure the fish hook she managed to get stuck in her mouth was (surgically) removed (many, many thanks to the vet, the vet techs, and everyone at Friends of Felines).
On another note, my dog actually flipped when she saw Miss Boots on the deck. Literally. I got her a travel crate (it's pop-up, like a tent) and she, while inside of the crate, flipped it end-over-end and rammed it into the sliding glass doors when she saw Miss Boots on the deck. I almost peed my pants and my dog actually peed her pants(?). I had to wash her blanket (bedding). Twice.
Also, I ate a cinnamon roll that was bigger than my face. Seriously, it was probably more than 12 inches long and 6 inches wide. And I ate it. Because I was on vacation.
In other news, congrats to my LA poet for having a master's degree, and for being almost 24!
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