|My fantasy of what I look like running.|
"I'm not sure why you're running so few miles," he replied.
"Well, it means that I'm running only 18 this weekend, he's wondering why it isn't something more like 25 or 30," I said.
|How I actually feel|
- What was behind my "need" to run so much?
- Did I feel uncomfortable when I didn't run my scheduled amount?
- What did I imagine would happen if I didn't finish my full schedule?
- Did I feel less worthy if I ran less, or ran slower than I'd planned?
- What kinds of thoughts did I have before and after running? Etc.
See what I mean? Adorable.
"Don't try to therapize me," I said. "Save it for the kids. I'm comfortable with my obsession."
"Well, as long as you're comfortable," she said, in her very concerned, patient, I'm-wiser-than-you-at-age-twenty-six-even-with-far-less-education voice .
10. Addiction. I now have the following apps on my iTouch: Netflix, Fandango, facebook, Google, The Weather Channel, WeightWatchers, AllRecipes, Ebuddy, Amazon, Youtube, Amazon, Alarm Clock Pro, iHandy Level, Flashlight, two different sudoku games, and a couple others.
Oh, and there's music on there too. I'm set.
"Well, it means that when I asked mom about the kid's hygiene, she shrugged and said, 'meh'." I said. "I put it in the summary."
"Oh. well, if that's what she said, then that's what she said. But maybe next time add a translation for the rest of us."
I suppose it is a bit presumptuous for me to use contemporary neologisms in a technical report. Next time, I'll say something like, "mother indicated that client's hygiene was not bad, but could be improved, either way she was unconcerned." But "meh" just sums it up so nicely. There are few words so simple, so succinct, as "meh," don't you think?
The funny thing that happened was that in the last 20 yards or so, a woman I had passed a mile or so back was suddenly at my shoulder, pulling ahead. I didn't even think, I just hauled ass.
WHAT was THAT all about? When did I start caring if a twenty-something beat me by a few seconds? What kind of person have I become?
Anyway, she lost. >:-)
(Oh, btw, after the race, they gave us chocolate milk. Best. Race. Ever.)
|My new favorite 5-mile run.|
2. FAT PILLS, aka "candy". Fresh from the dangers of Halloween candy in bowls on coworkers desks, comes Holiday candy on coworkers desks.