Even though I woke up this morning and rushed out the door at 6:50 hating the world (where is my watch? why is my hair so flat? THESE PANTS LOOK TERRIBLE ON ME WHY DID I DECIDE TO WEAR THEM?) I somehow am on the couch at 8 p.m….okay. Not…angry. I know that’s hardly happy sparkles and rainbows, but it’s progress over here in the rainy, dreary South Pacific.
A few things that I’m forcing myself to write down, that contributed to me being less, erm, rageful (shut up red squiggly line, that IS a word) today:
Noticing that every dumb wah wah wah blog post I throw out on the interwebs snags a comment from the lovely (overused word but it’s true here) Heather. I’ve never been lucky enough to meet her in person, though I read her blog religiously (and uh, never comment. Because I do my blog reading on my iPad via Google Reader at the office when I have spare moments…aka no live connection while I’m perusing.) She always has something nice to say. Something that makes me smile. Something that tells me we could totally be friends if we could just live on the same damn continent. Also? She’s a tremendously talented runner who works hard. I like that.
This is an old photo that I snapped at my desk, but it was the day I learned from bloggerville that Peanut Butter Cheerios were apparently a thing. (No access to normal groceries here, so, uhm, I’m kind of a martian on this front.) It makes me a little sad that this is all it takes to be exciting these days, but it’s still pretty funny (to me and possibly no one else.)
I went to the gym at lunch today (like usual) with no desire to run. At all. (Mostly usual.) And somehow I mind-gamed myself through six miles. I’m not going to pretend it was some killer workout (it wasn’t; it involved lots of hill here! speed up there! I’m getting treadmill ADD…) but I made myself do a thing I didn’t want to do. To get myself closer to a goal (being a better runner.) That’s not so bad.
I bought these online and in like 6-8 weeks, they’ll be here. No, I don’t puddle-jump much, but who cares?
My boss brought me back gels and a pair of shoes from Houston after his latest stint there. There’s a sworn duty around here to be a courier of goods whenever you’re able.
The shoes are the Mizuno Wave Enigma and they’re a little stiff for my liking, but I wear them for blah-de-dah runs where I’m not shooting for specific distances or paces. They’re not quite my cup of tea but they work (and help offset the miles I put on my true lovers, the Brooks Launch.)
Because uploading a photo is a time-consuming affair, my patience is now used up. But there you go, I said some things that weren’t totally negative. Baby steps.