more on running.

This past Tuesday+per the previous post: I ran for most of 15 minutes in borrowed Chucks at the Y.

I'M SORE! FROM TUESDAY! What have I done wrong?!

I want to run some more, but I can hardly get up from my chair+walk around without creaking+lumbering about. Oof.

I actually did run for a few yesterday. From the BART parking lot to the BART platform. I didn't want to miss my train. Missing the train by seconds makes me so very upset. So defeated. So, I ran. I was sore+huffing by the time I got to the platform, but I didn't miss my train. And I wasn't angry. Cus see: running anywhere usually makes me SO angry. So. Freaking. Angry. Angrier than missing the train, I'd say. Like:

"I can't believe I'm running cus I didn't leave work on time+I know that the train comes at a certain time so why have I allowed myself to get to the train just in time for it to close on my nose while the people inside have a momentarily sympathetic look on their face. Now I have to run to catch the train. Run. RUN! HOOF! GO! SWEATING! LOOKING LIKE A GALLOPING PREYING MANTIS! ARGGGGH! DYINGGGGGG!"

That's how I used to feel running.

Now, I think I'm on an upswing as far as the fitness goes. I'm in so-so shape. my smaller clothes (that I keep - DUH!) are fitting me. I ran on Tuesday, December 12. I ran again to BART on December 14+didn't kick people off of the platform cus I missed my train+cus I hate running.

When will I stop being sore? I'm ready for the treadmill again.

i ran.

Not this one:

This one:

Except a little less like that. A little more jiggly. A little less beach-y. A little more with shoes. A little less sexy.

But. I ran.

I ran for 15 minutes.

It was on the treadmill at the Y. 15 minutes. Well, I walked about 1 minute 24 seconds of it. I ran most of it, though. I was wearing some Chucks that my sister forgot that she lent to me a few years ago cus I can't find whatever shoes I have that would constitute as workout shoes. But, in some second-hand Chucks, huffing/puffing, with a foot/calf/stomach/brain cramp, next to a super fit 20-something - I ran. For most of 15 minutes.

Yes!

lorelai: 2. mom: 0.

Me: It's almost time for bed.

Lorelai: Can I just read for a little bit longer? (1 POINT - LORELAI)

Me: Of course.

I look into her room+she's reading the freaking dictionary.

(2 POINTS - LORELAI)

She wins this round.

found: song.

Before I found the 'Experience' paper, I found another one with song lyrics on it. Same handwriting. Same place I found the first one. I want to meet whoever wrote these.y?

Mostly cus he's dedicated to writing whatever he's writing. Awesome.

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She said after school I'll roll up to LA.

Can't you imagine me on the screen someday?

With that walk and that talk of course I can.

Anyone would pay just to try to understand.

How did that mind and those moves get rolled into one?

They'd pay to dodge bullets from your smoking gun.

How deep can you cut with that tongue.

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My back home manner was my main drain.

Said she could feel and hear it in the way I talked.

Said the boys out here don't quite understand just how to deal with a real woman.

That's why I letyou hang around the way I do.

And I don't mind that you're leaving soon.

found: experience.

Found this on the sidewalk on the way to work. The voyeur in me (in all of us) is intrigued. I can't read all of the words. I'd hire this guy...

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Experience

Manufactured (lots of drunk people in a bar in [SOMEWHERE])

Managed (to slip away from SP Police Dep.)

Planned

Designed

Lead a team

Implemented

Observed

Communicated

Created

Business

Operations

Coached

Produced (a certain plant)

Negotiating

Put in a position to be successful: Wingman for Jesse

Problem Solved

I've got the experience to do the job.

I'm the man you're looking for.

My repertoire is wide+deep

Don't know how you could ask for more

Panama late night

[SOMETHING] out of bars

Strip club in Canada

Smashed glasses

Job; Mob