Friday, 17 June 2011

Law of the land

Today’s forecast was for heavy rain. When I woke up super late this morning (thanks insomnia), I peeked out the window – the skies looked ominous and had already begun to sprinkle. Needing little encouragement, I decided to forgo my run. The kicker? Now it’s over five hours later and it has yet to downpour. But I know the moment I step outside to get that run in, the heavens will open. My life forever abides by Sod’s Law.

It’s been almost four weeks since the last time I laced up my running shoes and hit the pavement and I’m definitely feeling the effects. I’m sluggish, not sleeping well, eating horribly and am generally an anti-social grump. Well, okay, that last one is my normal state, but it’s actually gotten worse. I’m scarier than usual now. It’s rather frightening actually.

I’d say I feel like a sloth, but every time I think of a sloth now, I remember this image:

Adorable, no?

Yeah, I can never get anywhere near this level of cute. The bags under my eyes and especially the nice blue tint to the under eye skin which I fear is now permanent have forever destroyed that possibility.

So I sit here in my slovenly state—loose pj top, hooded cardigan and sweatpants rolled up to my knees—editing yet another chapter which is taking ages longer than expected thanks to a chance find this morning of a page in one of my notebooks full of my supervisor’s comments on an earlier draft of said chapter....which I never got around to completing. Go me.

I’m supposed to be moving next week. Have I packed yet? Hell no. I’m still working on the damned dissertation and trying not to cry when I take a look at my to-do list on my whiteboard. So many things listed, not enough crossed out. Bah.

Hey, speaking of my dissertation and self-imposed life of nerdery, you have my permission to hunt me down and smack me soundly if I ever even remotely sound like this ass-hat.

Seriously. What an uppity bitch. Someone’s mother didn’t raise them right.

Speaking of mothers (don’t you just love my lame segues today?), my mom is embarking on a campaign of epic proportions. As of Wednesday, Momma X quit smoking. She’s been a smoker for 40 years, people, so this is no small matter. I know some of you are ex-smokers or are close to those who are so if you have any advice or words of encouragement for Momma X, they would be greatly appreciated.

All right, folks, that it for me. Have a great weekend.

Later gators.

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

Op Ed

This post has too many words and needed an image, so here you go.

It’s been over two weeks now and I still haven’t run. Bah.

Because of this running lull, I’ve been steering clear of reading running blogs lately so as not to remind myself of my running failure. But I’m reminded of it all the same thanks to the soul-crushing worthless time-suck that is Facebook.

Some of the people I went to high school with (who tracked me down on FB and now I can’t seem to shake) have recently taken up running. Some have just completed their first races. They’re proud of their accomplishment as they should be because it is an achievement. However, there’s one girl who is driving me up a wall. She has a Nike thing which posts her distances every time she runs. All her status updates are about running and of course most of her photos too. She yaks on and on about races and the like on a daily basis, clogging my newsfeed and severely taxing my few remaining functional brain cells.

All I want to say to her is: You like to run, we get it. SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!!!

Now granted I have a running blog and follow a bunch of running blogs (when not trying to ignore my personal lack of running, that is). However, when I did have a running life, I very rarely shared it on FB. I posted some photos of my first ever race, first marathon and then the costumed races I’ve done but that’s pretty much it. I don’t think I’ve ever talked about daily runs or race results or anything like that. That’s pretty much because running is personal to me and I’d like to keep it that way. My close friends and family know about it but that’s it. Except for the blog of course. But here I get to be anonymous (or pretend I am anyway). Also, I know that the people who do visit my blog probably have an interest in running since it’s one of the main themes (or at least used to be).

I know part of my objection to this girl’s overly publicized running craze is because I’m jealous – jealous of her enthusiasm and dedication. She’s running probably four to five days a week and she’s doing it because she wants to, because it makes her happy. I can’t even manage one run in a two week span and the only reason I feel the need to run right now is because I’m worried about my weight.

Where did my love for running go? Well it would appear to be stuck under the crushing burden of a dissertation, new job, moving house, etc. You know, real life. It’s still there. It’s just going to take a bit of time to unbury it. But it will happen, I know this. I just need to be patient.

The main reason this girl bothers me is because she’s being a massive attention-seeking whore. In the beginning, she was getting what she wanted – lots of people commenting about how amazing she was, etc. Now however, a couple months in, those comments are few and far between. Unfortunately this hasn’t decreased the frequency of her postings. She will now join the ranks of those people I’ve blocked from my newsfeed—mainly overly political types, new parents who post hundreds of photos and hourly updates on their offspring, and my emo 18-year old cousin with her ‘I’m upset but don’t want to talk about it’ statuses.

Now I’ve probably offended a bunch of you, but that was not my intention. I admit to having a double standard. Before I instituted a moratorium on friending people on FB whom I’d never met in real life, I did friend some bloggers. You share your blogs, training stories and photos on FB, but I expect and want to hear that from you. You also share other aspects of your lives, funny links and the like. The key is it’s all done in moderation. That’s the way it should be.

All right, time for me to fall off my high horse and get back to work. Later gators.

Wednesday, 1 June 2011


I didn't run last week. Have yet to run this week. Last month's running mileage didn't even average 5 miles per week.


But I don't have time to be too bothered by it or the fact that I feel like a beached whale. I'm still dealing with the dissertation that won't die. After two trips last week to my new town to view apartments and a false hope about one, I finally got an apartment. Well, I'll be moving into a studio this month until renovation of my one-bedroom apartment is completed in September. The wait and the double move will be worth it though.

Today I stopped in to the department to drop off some forms. Since I was there I thought it was about time I took the rest of my stuff out of my locker as I'll be packing over the next couple of weeks in preparation for the move. It was a little more depressing than I had anticipated. I didn't have much left--a few books, a notebook, a pencil case, a couple of mementos.

I also nicked my mug. The department kitchen has a hodgepodge of mugs left there over the years. I randomly picked one when I started working there and have used it religiously ever since.

The Fish of Meh.

Now I can't bear to give it up, so it's moving with me. And I thought I wasn't sentimental. Ha!

On an(other) unrelated note, how the hell is it June already?! Where did the first five months of this year go? I want my money back dammit!