day 735

it was the best of times/it was the worst of times


Did St.Francis this am. Hadda atone for yesterday's shitty run. I can say that now, after internalizing that it was a Q, a 1/2 Q, and a training run, but still angry at myself. Nontheless, hadda jump back on the horse, and did just that today. A lil' achier, but hey, I'll never win, so might as well keep on trudgin'.

THAT was the good news. The bad news, hadda hide in Manhattan, again. Shebitch destroying the house, water leak from the second floor (the greyhound bus bathroom that we can't even access due to it's overflowing with it's CRAP. Waiting for Hoarders to film here). So, did my run, showered, then off to Manhattan. Had a GREAT day, but really lonely. Sucks to work so hard for a house, only to see it falling apart, with a bitch who couldn't give a fuck. Rather than clear out the bathroom, It goes to the beach. Really.

At least got to hang @ Electric Lady. Expensive, but worth it.

day 734

didn't (totally) suck!

Queens half, HOTTTT/HUMIDDDDD. But 1)I finished 2)not TOO many walk breaks 3)got another Q under my belt 4)got another 1/2 Q under my belt 5)passed one of the Dim Sum peeps.

What a gorgeous morning, but too fucking hot/humid. Still, a wonderful race in a wonderful borough.

Carlos, Curtis, Leo, Jared, Luann, Joe G, Debbie, all the local peeps showed in force...except...of course Quantum. Really. Could you BE more of a turd? So much for a sense of community. Not ONE of them.

REALLY a great turnout! Started a tad late (logistics), and, of course the marsh area rendered part of the run cross-country. But, you could FEEL the sense among the runners and workers alike-this was cool!

Always something unusual about this one. years ago, with the tougher College Point course, they gave out Red Bull @ mile 10. This year, 5 hour energy by the skating rink. Nice.

Came in next to last of my peeps, 48%, try to keep it above 50%, but gotta remember I didn't take yesterday off and didn't eat anything(and stopped twice for pictures). Been experimenting with on course nutrition. No power gels today, rather, cream cheese (squeeze tube). Worked well, but the need for walk breaks pointed to the need for more calories. these have only 70 rather than powergel's 100+. Still, I'm glad I did ok.

Surprised, had enough energy when I came home to do the lawn. Hey: slow/consistent, but always finish!!!

day 733

...but they keep suckin' me back IN!!!


Got lucky. When I awoke, it was POURING. Checked the hourly forecast, predicted to stop in a couple of hours. Sure enough, headed out @ 7am, got my miles in. Was mentally prepped to take the day off-with the Queens Half (crappy shirt) manana, wouldn't have been a bad thing. But alas, the skies ceased, got my miles in. Then off to nyc.

Went to the movies, to see a limited release flick, who spots me, Grace Randolph. Again, I'm interviewed. Cool!!!!! THEN, I get asked "senior or adult," brought the old ego right back down to size!

A very good day.

Manana, the Queens half.

now, about the Godfather line. Peeps @ the job can't do shit for themselves. 4 fucking calls!!!!! Jeeeeeeez. Really, the only peace I get is when running.

day 732

bring spring

was nice to keep the streak going, but now things get interesting. Working a 4 day week, tomorrow SHOULD be a rest day. With the 1/2 on Saturday, if I was a Racer instead of a runner, I most def would take the day off. But we know I won't. Since I don't have the knees for a long run, this serves as just that. Hence, will run manana, and probably Sunday as well. We'll see.

Motivation? Not alot. I HATE having to do 4/5 halves to get into the NYC Half, but this IS Queens. Gotta represent. That, and Madame Prez will be volunteering somewhere-can't drag your ass when witnessed by peeps. Save your ass dragging for private moments.

Fed up with summer, bring cooler temps. Thank God the 1/2 starts @ 7 am.

day 731

more gooder!

Temps have actually been cooperating. Nice. Cool(er) evening, getting toward comfortable. Need 10 degs less and we'll be ok, but this won't happen. The weekend's gonna bring temps back up in the 90's. Hey, beats rain. WOULD be nice to have cooler temps with the half on sat, but, being me I'm already worrying about being forced to take a rest day sunday...not.

St.Francis again this am. the streak continues. A VERY good thing. REALLY enables me to keep perspective/balance.

day 730

Oops, wrong planet!

Can't believe we're on the same planet as last week. 7 days ago, humid, hotttttt. This week, tolerable. Nice to move a muscle and NOT dissolve in a pool of sweat. Actually ALMOST kept my shirt on during this am's run, but hey, shorts...period.

Actually looking forward to the Queens half saturday. Casting Director will be there too. Cool!!!

***Was s'posed to go with The Boss to HIS boss's retirement, but can't get away. Glad I made the choice to stay put. #1: would'a been a 3 hour drive. 6 hours????? REALLY????? Not like we're blood relatives. #2: WAY too much shit happening on site. Not a time to be away. BUT, would'a been there if it'd been downstate. Oh well.

day 729

quite the weekend!

wow. WAS pissed @ my time @ the Long Beach race, but actually did way better than last year. Might've set the bar a little too high, wanting to break 9 consistently. Still, glad to have topped last year's run.

STILL amazed I got contacted for the photo shoot. They want "(1) guy-looks like he could be a writer-hip, sophisticated." LOL!!!!! Who'd a thunk it??? Times like this make me wish mom was alive, she'd be soooo proud.

Shocked I had the stones to socialize @ The Party. Backyard full of people who hate me, hadda show 'em I got no horns. Really took an act of courage, but hey-after marathons how much could it hurt?

Bit easier this am, only a BIT because really need a day off, but gotta keep the mind working. Temps have been ridiculous, at least this am was cool(er).

day 728

YOWSA!!!!!

OK, riddle me this: can run a marathon, but a 5k??? Actually hadda take a 20 second walk break this am. KILLER temps. Shit. But point is: the guy who does it is cool, shows up everywhere. Exactly the kinda guy you wanna support. Unfortunately, his people are assholes, as in: when we're waiting for these assholes to place the shirts to be given to runners in EXACTLY the right way (just pile 'em up and hand 'em out), their comment was "they're not going anywhere for an hour." So much for keeping the customer happy. @ this race this occurs every year, not runners at all, rather, control freaks. Still, principles above personalities. The main guy is cool.

Came home, Stoney had already spent his birthday (whose party is 2 weeks after the fact, who's kidding who???) money. Why? Shebitch was, of course, nowhere to be found. Even if it was home, it wouldn't place limits on him. And yes, he and I already had the "put 50% in the bank" talk, utterly useless. He'll grow up like It, with nothing to show. (remember the $200 Lego crap???).

Now for the yang: hadda go into the job (typical bullshit.). Checked my email...and...another modeling gig! Cool!!!!!

day 727

whew!!!!

WANTED to break 9 min for the 5k, was not meant to be. Just finishing was work!!! If I'd started toward the front would'a done better.

Fuck it, too hard to whine! I ran, I finished :).

THAT was the good news.

Spent the rest of the day hiding. Went (back) into Manhattan. Why? Shebitch's annual summer party, a.k.a. "there's that sonofabitch." So, in avoidance mode, spent the day hangin' in nyc. Finally, @ 8pm, went back to Toxichouse. The funny part, all the people who were led to believe I'm a villain were there. I was social with each and every one of them. Actually conversed. Hopefully they got to see I'm NOT Satan. N' if they can't see it, fuck 'em.

day 726

here it comes!!!

Had my 4 day work week, today: off. That was the good news. WAS really nice to bump into DP on the bus on the way into Manhattan.

Got my run on, later than usual. Actually made it through unscathed. Surprised. The bad news: HOTTTTT. It's now almost 7pm and STILL 102 degs. Jeeez.

OF COURSE I walk into toxichouse, dripping, hot as a mother. Of course, Stoney's on the rag because it's hot, of course Sybil has to choose THAT moment to shower. Naturally. AND, of course, there's crap EVERYWHERE. I mean EVERYWHERE. The entire counter, all over the bed It hasn't slept in in years. Which part of EVERYWHERE isn't exact enough? Amazing. Just what you wanna come home to. thank GOD for running.

***A Little Help: AMAZING flick.

day 725

tgif!

Have SO many hours, lots will be given back, but I GOTTA take some. So I'm off on Fridays for the rest of the summer. :) THAT was the good news. The bad news? Have you forGOTTEN where I sleep? Can't say "live."

And, speaking of dysfunction, the "IhateGerry-athon" apparently is Saturday. Sybil's annual party (what used to be OUR summer party/Stoney's birthday-which was 2 weeks ago?????) in other words, It's excuse to gather all the people who WERE my friends but were since convinced I'm Satan. This is one of those "damned if you do, damned if you don't" deals. If I'm there, it's "oh, THERE'S the scumbag," if I'm not there "figures, can't even attend his own son's party." Really lose either way. Worse yet, the house is turned upside down, with no respect to they that live there. The "guests" actually once had the balls to ask why i did somethign the way I did. Now, let that sink in: would YOU go to someone's home and question their standard operating procedures? The thought would never cross my mind.

And what REALLY burns my butt: no oil/heat all winter. Gas shut off, yet It spends like a madperson (surprise, surprise) to buy crap for the guests. Amazing.

This am, The Line. Extra early, had stuff to do since I gotta wrap up the week today.

day 724

cold motherf***er

Weirdest thoughts occur during a run.

Needless to say, The Streak continues. Again, hot as a mother, humid, but did ok. Back to the vehicle earlier than usual-of course I DID start earlier as well. Point being, no gym days, yet. Still loggin' them miles!!!

Got the news via Facebook, one of the peeps who made an impression died. I went to High School in Mass, a prep school mom paid well for, until I became such a pain they kicked me out (they didn't exactly understand how to handle black sheep). So, one of the Christian Brothers there was way cool. 2 days ago, he contacted me via facebook. Yesterday I get the news he died. 7 years older than I. Wow. Thank GOD for Facebook. Thank GOD for my mother who put me in a position to meet this wonderful person.

Today, our MD is retiring. HELLUVA guy, wears his heart on his sleeve. The definition of not pretentious. A loss.

Now, the weird thought. Between The Boss retiring, Clarence Clemens' death, Rick Dileo (the Christian Brother)'s death, and the MD's retiring; lotsa thought on "change." The weird thought: when The Priest dies, will I give a shit? Truthfully, no. Would I attend the funeral? (hence the title "cold motherf***er") probably not. He never, ever brought anything to the table. Since we were children he was a pain in my ass. Put it this way: he's a Priest, does he even think to send my son-his nephew-a birthday card? Never, not once. Self centered bastard. Always been that way. Not good. And don't give me any shit about "family," that ain't "family." So, some might think it "cold," I'd call it "not hypocritical."

***"Men of a Certain Age" axed. Sucks. Great show.

day 723

it's the little things

Hotttttttt/HUMIDDDDDD. These are the days you just try to muck through. Did St.Francis. Couldn't really call it a "run," more like a "trudge." BUT, no walk breaks, and again, a consistent pace. Was worried one of the usual suspects passed me on an uphill, but he turned around 2 miles before I did. Gotta keep reminding myself: "run YOUR run." Felt good after ("I run because it feels soooo good when I stop"), felt even better when I saw the time. I was on pace. Good.

Stoney spending the night @ brotherfromanothermother. Aug he's going with them to the Catskills. THAT hurt. But I get it. He's gonna go rafting and zip lining. I wanted/offered to do the same with him, but I understand. More enticing to do it with peeps. My heart still bleeds when I see kids and their father doing stuff, like I wished I'd done if my dad had been alive. But he's his own person. Still.......

Glad he has a main peep. The upside 2 Toxichouse is: Shebitch is quiet. With him away It loses Its audience. Good. Nice to get to sleep unfettered.

Miss the lil' bastard.

day 722

I DON'T suck!!!!!

Made it through the weekend unscathed. Did ok, but felt bad when I saw that Deb felt bad about her time. Gotta remember "run your run," not someone else's. I really thought she'd be happy, knowing her time and mine were identical, she took breaks-I didn't. So, who actually sucked? I thought she did great! Me on the other hand, hey, I finished!

Now, perspective IS everything: checked last year's time: I'm STILL 30 seconds per mile faster. Yay!!!!!

This am, no breeze, HOTTTTT, but dry (er).

***I'd BETTER get this gig: I was supposed to go to lunch/dinner with our MD. He'd never been to Greenfields. Of course, plans devolved. Moved to today, was supposed to be manana, but our psych can't make it manana. THEN, I'll be on a conference call with Albany this pm. DAMN. I always say "one monkey don't stop no show," sucks that the monkey is me. I'm not that important, but it would'a been nice.

day 721

:)!!!

Got another one under my belt!!! BEAUTIFUL morning. WAS tempted to wait for the peeps, but they start too late. Saw Lisa n' Chris-they heading out, I heading in.

What a gorgeous fucking day!!!!! 89 degs BUT nice breeze! Soooo, did The Line, then off to Manhattan. WHYTHEFUCK I ever moved, dunno (mom moved, I move, duh). My soul is in Queens. Can't change it. Every adult moment makes me more attune to it.

day 720

now THAT was odd!!!

Had the NYRR 4m this am. Got my usual spot-joked that I hadn't moved since last week.

Brotherfromanothermother called, he was there, as was Deb. She was pissed @ her time. Hey, SHE took walk breaks and STILL had the same time I did. And SHE'S worried? I'd be pleased.

Now the odd: locked myself outta my vehicle! SHIT!!! Gave up on waiting for Tom, he was gone. Deb? Doubtless she went off with her peep. So, Joe to the rescue. What a saint! Drove me to work, WAS gonna drive me all the way back into Manhattan. I disuaded him. God bless him. What a gentleman, I wouldn't have gone that far.

So, when I discovered I lacked the vehicle key, doubled back before the race, nothing. Retraced my steps, nothing. Checked lost and found, nothing. Finally dawned on me "look in the vehicle," sure 'nuff, it was sitting where I'd left it-with the doors locked.

Of course, no one had a slim jim. Right.

All in all, a good day, would'a been better without all the running around, but still. Got my race in.

AND, between Joe saving my ass, and my surprise @ the start of the run, niice. What was the surprise? Who did I see as I entered the corral 2 minutes before the race started: Alina! She was volunteering. God bless her. THEN, who did I bump into? Warwick! Wow, you really can't hide, even if you wanted to. Nice.

Hectic? Yes. Still, glad I did it. Despite the key, hey, worse came to worse, would'a broken the window.

day 719

yin/yang

the yin: had the day off, YAY!!!! Really nice to get up late(r), meaning 5am, headed to The Parkhouse for my run @ 7:44. Done by 9, home by 9:30. Got some sun, checked out the new Harry Potter (very good, surprised), then chilled. Nice.

The Yang? Took a spill this am. Just after St.Francis. oh well. Did ok, happy to have had the day off.

Yin part 2, Stoney's gym membership lapsed. $500. JEEEZ!!! When I was his age we never heard of gyms. We didn't need 'em.

Yang part 2: glad to pay it. Cheaper than bail.

***Was tempted to take a day off, knees achin'. BUT, figured: 1)If you don't have the knees for a long run, put in the miles and 2)the streak can't be broken. Glad I ran.

day 718

THAT didn't hurt a bit!!!

Sucked to havta to eat, basically, when I usually prep for bed. BUT, for Stoney, anything. Of course, this entailed waiting until Shebitch got home, but again, for him, worth it.

Applebees SUCKED! Took 30 minutes for our order to arrive (how long can steak take to cook???????). But, he enjoyed it, nothing else matters. REALLY wanted to embarass him by telling the waiter it was his birthday, but no. Since we hadda wait so long, @ that point, I wanted to wrap it up n' split.

Get home, Shebitch had disposed of some stuff I had on a shelf. Lovely. KNEW it couldn't last.

This am? Crisp(er), much less humidididity. THAT was nice. You KNOW it's cool(er) when you're almost tempted to wear a shirt. Key word: almost.

Off tomorrow. No choice. No time for vaca, gotta take a day here n' there.

day 717

into the fire!

So much for the frying pan!!! STILL can't get over Shebitch's declining state. So nice to get, now physically, abused in the presence of your son.

Gave him his birthday gift. Amazed he actually (gasp) took to it! Expected his initial response to be negative (he IS a teenager). He was, of course, still up when I got up, so took the opportunity to give it to him. THRILLED he likes it.

Tonight Shebitch was gonna take him to dinner, he asked if I wanted to come along. The question was "mommy wanted me to ask you." Could you possibly BE more dysfunctional??? Of course I wanna, sucks to be eating sooooo late, but to be with him, hell yeah!

(and the worst part: when I get up to piss, I hear them interacting, like best buddies. I get ALL the shit. He loves her, jokes/plays with her. THAT hurts, badly, but can't interfere). He'll never know I put aside my personal happiness.

this just in

of course, It has to, again, go psychotic. Now we have physical abuse as well. It's starting. Did I lay a hand on It? Of course not. Started with pulling my beard, then shoving me. Now, the next time It comes anywhere near me, video everything. Then, restraining order.

Crazy bitch. Think I'm joking?

What got the ball rolling: it had a medicakl appointment. Doc thinks It may have emphysema. Big surprise. Of coruse, this meant It couldn't do nothing all day, and actually hadda do like the rest of us and attend to appointments. Amazing. This gives It the right to physically abuse? In the presence of Its son??? Nice. AND, you notice each outburst occurs between 9-9:30pm. Could you BE more mental???

day 716

deja vu

Ok, the night before, Shebitch wakes me up because Hulk escaped. Of course, couldn't admit It left the gate open.

Last night, wakes me up for some other trivial crap. Amazing. Hot as a mother, humid, finally get to sleep, It actually thinks It has the right to wake me up to ask a question of absolutely no importance.

So, The Line this am, of course. Felt GREAT to be free, but amazingly hot/humid. Was 80 predawn. Jeeeez. Was afraid of my pace, but hey, no walk breaks, used the usual suspects as benchmarks. Did well. WAS a lil concerned as one of the usual suspects passed me both ways, until he stopped prior to The Turn and was seemingly doing hills. Whew. Scared me.

Hopefully I'll get a full night's sleep tonight.

(and yes, I feel bad. When I was a kid my mother broke her balls to hook me up with the Y. Swimming everyday in the summer. When I paid for the family membership, it got used all of 4x.).

day 715

THAT sucked, but...

ok, bad enough my time from the morning race didn't register, DID decide to do the evening race.........my age group was wrong. WTF is wrong with this fucking scoring company??? Same company did both races. Leaves much to be desired. Glad I did the evening race, hadn't done that one in quite a while. Enabled me to constructively evade the malaise of Toxichouse. Amazes me that, as a teen, I thought the world was my oyster. @ Stoney's age I was exploring new things, working, making money, maturing. He...lays there....When spoken to, acts like sullen emo boy.

My brother came to pick him up, to take him to lunch for his birthday. Did he come into the house? Did he at least say hello? Amazing. Could you BE more dysfunctional/disrespectful??? If this were the Sopranos he'd have been shot. I'd never think of exhibiting such behavior. But then again, I'm Satan. (and remember your history kiddies; the beginning of the end with them was when sis in law had a psychotic break because I perused the exterior of an envelope, sitting in plain sight, on their dining room table. For THAT she called my house to attempt (note: "attempt") to tear me a new one.

So, bad enough my time didn't register in the am, THEN in the evening race my age group is wrong, I get back to Toxichouse, put Hulk out...gate was open. FUCK!!!! (and remember, Shebitch LOVES to rage about my supposed O.C.D. ). Of course, he escaped (wouldn't YOU???). Thoughts passing through my mind: he's gonna bite,mangle someone, they'll sue, the house will be history. Not an entirely bad thing. Yet, WOULD suck to lose the object of my hard work.

Thank GOD I did the evening race, despite the drama. Like running through Mayberry. Race ends with 400m through mainstreet, with-seemingly-the entire town there to cheer you on. Nice. I had ZERO energy, 4 twenty second walk breaks. If it weren't for Rick running with me (until HE got sick of my turtle pace), I'd have walked. Jeeeeez it was hottttt/humid/heavy air.

Tough weekend, but we made it.

Brings us to this am. What to do, what to do??? Guess...The Line, of course. REALLY wanted to take a rest day, but no. Was scared. Knees hurt, my Dim Sum peeps were ahead of their usual spot. But, my benchmark worked. Got back to the vehicle on time. Glad I made it. Still blows my mind I havta take walk breaks in a friggin' 5k, yet The Line is no prob. Good to be back (would be BETTER to get a good night's sleep, but I expect too much. You haven't lived until you've lived with the drama @ Toxichouse).

day 714

Maaaaaaybe a 2-fer?

Did the Heart n' Sole. Did ok. Blisteringly hottttt, but took (only) one walk break. Still, it's a 5k. Pissed I didn't do better, but hey, it WAS hot.

NOW the prob: my time didn't register! NOW I'm p.o'd.

So, gotta ponder. There's a 5k this eve in Bellport. Might do it. Gonna havta flip a coin.

day 713

welcome back!

Ok, there was a 5k down the block, did I do THAT one??? Nooooooo, better to haul my ass to nyc, hunt for a legal parking spot on a saturday. Why? Which would YOU choose? a 5k, or 10k with hills? Better, a 10k with hills, and Boomer? 'nuff said.

Found a great spot, what do my ears behold??? A call from brotherformanothermother! He LIVES!!! Amazing. We hooked up, he-of course-kicked my ass. Welcomed him back.

And no sooner did I tell him about the casting director who asked me to model...when...who do I come upon @ the race? The day AFTER my wedding anniversary no less. Funny god. Real funny.

day 712

Sometimes you DO havta wait for the "miracle"

Hate that kind'a bumperstickerspeak, but it IS true. When I got up, hottttt/humid, but so far so good. Weather said showers starting round 10am. Hourly forecast said same. THEY LIED!!! Didn't even make it to 7-11, started spritzing. Doubled back, lowered the windows (sauna time!!!), headed back out. All this time thinking "oh well, knees needed the rest anyway."

Got to the job, yesssss! Stopped! Hence "passing showers." Got my miles in!!! NOW I'm whole.

Manana, 10k in Central park, Sunday local 5k.

Today's my wedding anniversary. 7/8/90. If I could do it all over again, I would. How was I to know the bitch would lose Its mind? If it wasn't for that fateful day 21 years ago, Stoney wouldn't be here. God bless the lil' bastard.

day 711

The streak lives!!!!!

Hotttttt/humid, yet did it. Got my miles in!

These days it's especially important. Too much going on in both worlds. Professionally: limbo. No decisions, no announcements. Not a BAD thing. This keeps you on your toes, forces you to give your best. Or else, if you DON'T get the gig, live in regret.

Personally: Shebitch off the deep end, again. Stoney, aimlessly spending his summer.

Hey, one foot in front of the other kiddies!!!

day 710

ouch!!!

Back to Toxichouse, scene be freakin'!!!!! Shebitch in a rage about "moving my things," turns out It left the gate open/Hulk got out/had the neighbor's dog in his jaws. Now...let that sink in. It all started because It left the gate open. This morphed into my becoming (again) Satan. Funny how it's always someone ELSE'S fault isn't it? (sad to be 50+ and still not take charge of yourself/your life. Easier to be a victim). This sort of thing used to affect me, then hadda turn it over. I KNOW I have the best job on the planet, make enough to meet my wants AND needs, and I have great people in my life. All this because I own my life and work hard at it.

This am, St.Francis + Kissena=10. Needed to even out the miles after a short(er) weekend. REALLY fucking hotttttt/humidddddd, but felt ok. Of course, God took care of me. Between my Korean peeps and surprises, I was motivated. Followed one Korean girl until I passed her, good for my pace. Then, Andrea zipped by on her bike. Bless her. Kept with me for the last 800m until she could take no more of the tortoise/hare scene.

Nice.

day 709

got me good!!!

Stoney's taken to squatting in my bed when I leave. Ok, hey, he's entitled (really wish he wouldn't, but whatthefuck, choose your battles). So he's sleeping in my spot. Texted him, "make the bed," he responds "I'll make it when I get home." I flipped. Broke every speed limit, got home, he's sitting there. Wiseass. He stung me REALLY good. They hadn't left, yet. Knows just how to push my buttons. Gave him big props.

So, they left to hang with the former friends. I went to the mall, got his birthday gift and caught a flick. Sucked being alone, but hey, it is what it is. Beat the HELL outta getting torn a new one. Great flick also.

As they're out playing, Hulk's freakin' (fireworks). Yes, I reminded him "they say they love you, yet where are they and where are you???" So, he actually climbed the stairs to the bedroom, something he never does-lazy shit. He was losing it. No prob, daddy to the rescue. Poor bastard.

Back home this am. The Line. Again, knees feeling good. After this weekend, needed to get recentered.

Actually did ok in the races also. Bested my last year's times. Not too shabby.

day 708

:)

Did ok. Nothing special, but didn't wanna kill myself either. This was one of those "you live on Long Island so you MUST run it" races. Did ok, with a couple'a breaks. Ran with Deb, always fun. HOTTTTT, but fun. Amazes me that I can do The Line with no prob, yet a flat 4m, killer.

They're going to a bbq, I'll be alone. If the glass is half full, good, house to myself. If half empty, sucks for me, they're former friends who now are convinced I'm Satan.

Fuck it, I can run, I'm ok.

day 707

timing IS everything!

Weather peeps actually got it wrong. Said possibility of showers this pm, they came in @ 8 ish. Fortunately, got my run in before.

WAS contemplating heading to the Hamptons for an 8k, but, knowing Shebitch would be out, heading home wouldn't suck.

JUST as I was doing my post run stretch, sprinkles started. Pity, Chris asked if I was starting or finishing. She's fun to run with. Alas, hate rain. Good thing I headed out early.

Now, chillax 'til manana. The 4m that always kicks my ass.

day 706

Pyrrhic victory


Did the Oakdale 5k. HOTTTTTT, was afraid I'd go voer 9, but not to worry. Did a sub 9 minute race. Walked through a water stop, timed myself, 15-20 seconds. Not too bad, but hot weather running SUUUUUCKS.

Stoney was awake before I left, hit on First Bank of Dad for $10, to hang with his peeps @ The Mall. For the first time I had a condition: he and Shebitch (It's back) were breaking my balls for hedgeclippers. So, I figured I'd do the hedges (AND the lawn), but he'd havta help pick up clippings. When I got back from the race he was sleeping (of course, noon, what ELSE would he be doing???), I woke him up with a bacon bagel(note to self_ NO good act goes unpunished), saying in a few, I'd need him. of course, when push came to shove, he was watching a movie. I blew UP. Of course, THAT was his excuse to turn into misunderstood teen, Shebitch came home, backed him up, and of course I was-again-the villain. Now let that sink in. I do the hedges (and the lawn), pick up the dogshit, clean up the clippings, and get torn a new one. Nice eh??? Do ALL the work, get torn a new asshole. Good to remember when another withdrawl from The Bank is requested.

Hey, I ran a good race. The lawn is done, the hedges are done. Fuck 'em all!!!

day 705

well done

we made it through the first week of the rudderless ship. Interviewed over a week ago for the top spot, now, a week after the boss's retirement, STILL no acting director named. This is not good. However, our beds are full, nothing else matters.

And, the streak continues. Full week of running. Feeling good. Feeling very good. Surprised.

This weekend is the continuation of the silly season. A 5k manana, Mayberry type. Really fun. Then on the 4th, one of those "you live on Long Island, thus you MUST do this" runs. ALWAYS hot as hell, but alas, you GOTTA run this one. Actually a good thing, you mark the passing years this way.