Monday August 25
1.9 miles
every mother whose thrilled their kids are back in school was out wandering around today.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Youth on a Friday
Friday August 28
1.906 miles
Here are some thoughts while I was running in the early evening Friday night.
"Wow, there are a lot of teenagers out tonight. Oh right, it's the last weekend before school starts."
-in fact, it was the first weekend after school started. So they were all out in that creating-the-new-social-scene-for-the-year way. Basically, they were out in hoards.
"Not totally sure what the deal is here, but it's kinda classic none the less. Obviously teen boys terrorized teen girl in some way, now boys being chased by teen girl back to crowd of teens farther up the street..... I hope they don't interact with me...."
"Another gaggle of teens off in the distance, meandering up the street. No way to really avoid them, just pray for little-to-none interaction as I always do with anyone I ever see while running. Four boys, one girl. Girl is giving me a bit of the evil eye, but please, are you kidding me? And oh, my god, they totally reek of pot. And now why they suddenly appeared from across that vacant parking lot makes a lot more sense. Ah, youth....."
I still didn't go terribly far, of push myself all that hard, but still, I feel like I was feeling a little better after the run. Takes a couple days to set in, and I make no promises to myself (I just break them) but I may be getting back feeling the whole running scene. We'll see.
1.906 miles
Here are some thoughts while I was running in the early evening Friday night.
"Wow, there are a lot of teenagers out tonight. Oh right, it's the last weekend before school starts."
-in fact, it was the first weekend after school started. So they were all out in that creating-the-new-social-scene-for-the-year way. Basically, they were out in hoards.
"Not totally sure what the deal is here, but it's kinda classic none the less. Obviously teen boys terrorized teen girl in some way, now boys being chased by teen girl back to crowd of teens farther up the street..... I hope they don't interact with me...."
"Another gaggle of teens off in the distance, meandering up the street. No way to really avoid them, just pray for little-to-none interaction as I always do with anyone I ever see while running. Four boys, one girl. Girl is giving me a bit of the evil eye, but please, are you kidding me? And oh, my god, they totally reek of pot. And now why they suddenly appeared from across that vacant parking lot makes a lot more sense. Ah, youth....."
I still didn't go terribly far, of push myself all that hard, but still, I feel like I was feeling a little better after the run. Takes a couple days to set in, and I make no promises to myself (I just break them) but I may be getting back feeling the whole running scene. We'll see.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
75 degree morning
Wednesday August 20, 2008
1.73 miles
another small, not so fantastic run. At this point I'm just trying to get back into it and fit it in my week.
1.73 miles
another small, not so fantastic run. At this point I'm just trying to get back into it and fit it in my week.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Another Try
Saturday August 16
1.59 miles
well, that sucked.
But it's to be expected really.
Because that's what happens when I'm completely unmotivated because I'm too busy wallowing in a mid-summer depression to get my ass out there an run.
I wish I could even begin to tap the surface of how "in my own head" I've been lately, but I think it would only worsen the problem. It would just be me circling the drain of my thoughts, and no one, least of all me, really needs that.
But I did go out and run tonight. It was short, it was sucky, but I ran.
1.59 miles
well, that sucked.
But it's to be expected really.
Because that's what happens when I'm completely unmotivated because I'm too busy wallowing in a mid-summer depression to get my ass out there an run.
I wish I could even begin to tap the surface of how "in my own head" I've been lately, but I think it would only worsen the problem. It would just be me circling the drain of my thoughts, and no one, least of all me, really needs that.
But I did go out and run tonight. It was short, it was sucky, but I ran.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Bloody Teeth & Taffeta Gowns
I am so transparent.
I'm sitting here on my bed still in my pajama's after having this dream:
Three of my best friends and I - Katie, Katy, & Liz, are all dressed up, ball-gown dressed up. I think we're at the Opera, some kind of multi-leveled fancy theatre, trying to find our seats and I can't remember if we're there with guys we know or we just keep running into guys we know in the hallway. (When I say this the pertinent background is that all four of us went to high school together, so if all four of us know you, it's most likely that you went to our high school). So we're in gowns, at this event, and my teeth start falling out. Really, it's one tooth, but it's huge, the whole thing comes out - root and all. And it's just laying there in my hand - I'm having to carry it around, all bloody. And there's this big gapping hole in the side of my mouth, in the bottom row of my side teeth. Katie is trying to help me find someone so we can call in like, a dental emergency, and contact my family. I'm really worried because I know there's other tooth in my mouth, a bottom center one, that feels loose too. Right before my mom comes, it falls out too. So I'm in this gown, with my friends who are trying to find our seats and we're seeing all these people and I'm seeing them with my teeth missing and my friends are asking "Do you know where we can find a dentist for Al?" Somehow my mom shows up and we're in the basement/living room of my house, still in gowns from the event though, with my teeth in my hand, and she's kinda lecturing me about taking care of my teeth while also trying to sympathize with me cuz she's had a lot of dental problems. I know at least that Katie is also in the room, but then I wake up.
In about 3 hours I'll actually be trying on gowns; bridesmaid dresses to be more specific, with Katie, Katy, and Liz.
I'm sitting here on my bed still in my pajama's after having this dream:
Three of my best friends and I - Katie, Katy, & Liz, are all dressed up, ball-gown dressed up. I think we're at the Opera, some kind of multi-leveled fancy theatre, trying to find our seats and I can't remember if we're there with guys we know or we just keep running into guys we know in the hallway. (When I say this the pertinent background is that all four of us went to high school together, so if all four of us know you, it's most likely that you went to our high school). So we're in gowns, at this event, and my teeth start falling out. Really, it's one tooth, but it's huge, the whole thing comes out - root and all. And it's just laying there in my hand - I'm having to carry it around, all bloody. And there's this big gapping hole in the side of my mouth, in the bottom row of my side teeth. Katie is trying to help me find someone so we can call in like, a dental emergency, and contact my family. I'm really worried because I know there's other tooth in my mouth, a bottom center one, that feels loose too. Right before my mom comes, it falls out too. So I'm in this gown, with my friends who are trying to find our seats and we're seeing all these people and I'm seeing them with my teeth missing and my friends are asking "Do you know where we can find a dentist for Al?" Somehow my mom shows up and we're in the basement/living room of my house, still in gowns from the event though, with my teeth in my hand, and she's kinda lecturing me about taking care of my teeth while also trying to sympathize with me cuz she's had a lot of dental problems. I know at least that Katie is also in the room, but then I wake up.
In about 3 hours I'll actually be trying on gowns; bridesmaid dresses to be more specific, with Katie, Katy, and Liz.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Past, Future, and The Present
My past life/lives have been coming up with such frequency.
Talking about how I've lived in Vermont during mud season, about leading canoe trips in Canada, having worked at a high school in Michigan - all between my undergrad graduation and starting grad school. All in my "relatively young life" (quotations provided by co-worker). I keep reminding myself of this as I start on yet another path - it occurred to me that in another 4 years, this part of my life - this year of moving back home, this time of first single apartments, of grad school, of living back in Chicago - this all will be a part of my past, a past life, as well. At this time in my old life I would be in the middle of throwing a canoe over my head to carry across rocky terrain while trying to convince kids they could do the same, or singing at the top of my lungs my new favorite pop song to keep spirits up as the group paddled on; was trying to start a fire in the rain, reminding kids to put sunscreen on or drink water while not doing it myself. Where will I be in my future summers?
As referenced above - I will be moving into my first "apartment". I put the quotations around it because I don't want people getting the idea that I have a several rooms joined by hallways and closets that I will fill with furniture. What I have is ONE room with a tiny kitchen, a closet, and a bathroom that are attached to this one room. A little tiny studio - just for me. And that is just fine. After having lived with house mates in Vermont, various reincarnations of The Female Staff Cabin in Canada, sharing a bathroom with high school girls and then an apartment with a roommate that I tolerated and then a building with high school boys, and most recently back with my parents - I am ready for a space that only I can inhabit.
I do dream of the day when I can host dinner parties and have more than four walls to hang things on, but those days are not here yet. With work, school, and the attempt at a social life that takes place outside of the living room, I do not need a large place this year. This next year is simply about starting. Summer of 2007 was about endings. Winter of 2008 was about piecing myself back together. Fall of 2008 will be about starting. I'll worry about wanting more once I get myself to Summer of 2009.
I move into this new place in September. I realized that the last week of August/first week of September will be made up of a lot of components of my next year: I will have my last day at my 2nd job on Tuesday, will go to my first class (which by the way is Management of Library and Information Centers - and I think it's hysterical that it starts before I even take my Intro to Library and Informational Science class the following week). That whole week I will of course be working my main 30 hour a week library gig, and on Thursday my long time friend will come in from out of town and we will road-trip it for the weekend down to Nashville for a wedding. She flies out at 6 am on Monday morning, which is September 1st - the day I move in. So the week includes: work, school, weddings, and my new living space. That's pretty much what my next year will be about, and at this point, I'm pretty excited about that.
Talking about how I've lived in Vermont during mud season, about leading canoe trips in Canada, having worked at a high school in Michigan - all between my undergrad graduation and starting grad school. All in my "relatively young life" (quotations provided by co-worker). I keep reminding myself of this as I start on yet another path - it occurred to me that in another 4 years, this part of my life - this year of moving back home, this time of first single apartments, of grad school, of living back in Chicago - this all will be a part of my past, a past life, as well. At this time in my old life I would be in the middle of throwing a canoe over my head to carry across rocky terrain while trying to convince kids they could do the same, or singing at the top of my lungs my new favorite pop song to keep spirits up as the group paddled on; was trying to start a fire in the rain, reminding kids to put sunscreen on or drink water while not doing it myself. Where will I be in my future summers?
As referenced above - I will be moving into my first "apartment". I put the quotations around it because I don't want people getting the idea that I have a several rooms joined by hallways and closets that I will fill with furniture. What I have is ONE room with a tiny kitchen, a closet, and a bathroom that are attached to this one room. A little tiny studio - just for me. And that is just fine. After having lived with house mates in Vermont, various reincarnations of The Female Staff Cabin in Canada, sharing a bathroom with high school girls and then an apartment with a roommate that I tolerated and then a building with high school boys, and most recently back with my parents - I am ready for a space that only I can inhabit.
I do dream of the day when I can host dinner parties and have more than four walls to hang things on, but those days are not here yet. With work, school, and the attempt at a social life that takes place outside of the living room, I do not need a large place this year. This next year is simply about starting. Summer of 2007 was about endings. Winter of 2008 was about piecing myself back together. Fall of 2008 will be about starting. I'll worry about wanting more once I get myself to Summer of 2009.
I move into this new place in September. I realized that the last week of August/first week of September will be made up of a lot of components of my next year: I will have my last day at my 2nd job on Tuesday, will go to my first class (which by the way is Management of Library and Information Centers - and I think it's hysterical that it starts before I even take my Intro to Library and Informational Science class the following week). That whole week I will of course be working my main 30 hour a week library gig, and on Thursday my long time friend will come in from out of town and we will road-trip it for the weekend down to Nashville for a wedding. She flies out at 6 am on Monday morning, which is September 1st - the day I move in. So the week includes: work, school, weddings, and my new living space. That's pretty much what my next year will be about, and at this point, I'm pretty excited about that.
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