red pen on life
Riddling my life with red pen and starting a fresh page mistake free.
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Pump, Pump the Jam…
I worked out yesterday.
After I had already ran 4 miles the day before.
Unfortunately, I didn’t eat before I worked out.
This is because I was at work and didn’t want to eat fast food before I ate.
And I’m poor.
So, I ended up only
running 2.5 miles in 37 minutes
bicycling 4 miles in 17 minutes
and elliptical-ing 1 mile in 13 minutes.
I felt GREAT.
Also, the Ryder Center has a sweet water fountain.
I want it in my house.
Please?
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4 miles, baby.
Started running again.
For an hour.
For 4 miles.
I was definitely lagging from my old times.
But that’s okay.
I missed running.
It feels so good.
The ground hitting my soles.
Reaching my soul.
Blood pumping through my veins
as air coursed through my lunges.
Ah, running.
You are my soul mate.
This is the new Ryder Center at SVSU. It’s AMAZING - and it smells nice :)
I didn’t run in this section, however. Instead, I ran to the left where there is an inside track. I wasn’t sure how big the track was and wanted to keep my pace and time so I could see how much I suck now from when I was awesome in the past…so I ran on one of the treadmill that also happen to be in the inside track.
That’s not all! This inside track overlooks a three inside basketball courts…so as I ran four miles, I was entertained by a few games of shirts vs skins for an hour.
Ah, the sexy, good life.
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Post Run…Run
I’m going running after homework and laundry today.
I haven’t ran in about 3 1/2 months.
I plan to just…
keep running.
I’ll stop when I’m dead.
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I need a bookie
I’m finding it very difficult to be a pescatarian.
I one time entered a bet to win $1.
All I had to do was not eat red meat or poultry for two months.
I succeeded.
Now after I have already been through that lifestyle - even through a Thanksgiving - I can’t seem to muster up whatever moxy I had before and use it again…for a longer period of time. Perhaps it was the ultimate goal of success that was driving me; the ability to rub my winning into the face of my competitor.
I feel as if I should hire someone to bet me whenever I want to accomplish something because I’m too poor to lose.
Talk about desperate.
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-The Plan-
PLAN:
1. Come up with a clever name for the plan instead of just…”plan”
2. Run
3. Eat healthy
4. Continue repeating steps #2 & #3 while still moving on to next steps
5. Get a really cool shirt
6. Do #2 after completing #5
7. Purchase a bicycle
8. Ride said bicycle to work and school
9. Purchase mittens because you live in Michigan and should have thought about that before you began riding your bike when it’s cold out.
10. Repeat step #4
11. Find a bunch of marathons, half marathons, safe routes
12. Run those marathons, half marathons, safe routes
13. Inspire the lazy asses
14. Don’t fall back into become a lazy ass
15. Repeat step #4
16. Make a list of things to accomplish for the year of 2012
17. Don’t. Give. Up.
18. Always remember #17 while living life
19. Find more things to add to the plan
20. Make Politely ask Jennie do everything with you, then make her do it whether she likes it or not
21. Do FINISH P90X
22. Consider asking manipulating Michael to do everything you and Jennie do
23. Do everything Jennie asks you to do
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First thing first:
It all seems so simple until I attempt to put my mind to it.
I’m fairly certain I lack the ability to “close the deal”
you know…
I’m a “commitment phobe” of life.
I believe this to be a true story only because anything I do tends to start out with this amazing fire and then I huff, puff, and blow the damn thing out before my marshmallow is nicely toasted.
Well,
time to change that.
I don’t want a soggy mallow anymore.
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Nom! Nom! Nom!
I had a chicken cobb salad today with raspberry vinegarette and it was freakin’ delicious!
But…
I had a soda…
But…
It was a Coke Zero.
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I miss you, running.
I haven’t ran in FOREVER.
Turns out two jobs plus school took away my time I used to “torture” myself with running.
Well,
guess what?
I FREAKIN’ MISS RUNNING.
You have no idea.
The feeling of my calf muscles tightening and releasing, sweat dripping down my face and getting in my eyes, having to adjust my earbuds every ten seconds, awesome playlists on my iPod, bursts of energy, feeling the wind hit my face when I kick it for the last stretch, the pavement hitting my beautiful running shoes and my shoes not taking no for an answer…I miss it…ALL OF IT.
Someone get me back into shape, please?
I need a run.
I WANT a run.
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Cardboard.
I have boxes.
Made of cardboard.
Duh.
I started packing today.
Just little things.
It looks sad.
I don’t like it.
I’m leaving Jennie and Erich soon.
I’ve lived with them for a little under 1 1/2 years.
And I’ve never lived by myself.
It’s kinda…you know…a scary thought.
Plus.
I kinda really like them.
