a birthday and how not to train for a marathon
...happy birthday, jim!!we had a lovely lovely evening out with friends last night for jim's birthday. photos of that later, when i'm not scrambling to get to the bookstore.
for now, the odd bits:
a. running 18 miles when you've only been putting in runs once a week is a little bit like starting your drinking career with a bender. jim says, "i'm glad this happened to you. at least now you'll understand how you'll feel after a marathon if you don't train more." i say: bad dogs never learn.
b. i had to buy sprocket these so he won't scratch up my mother's floors when we go to stay there.
c. i am planning my roadtrip with my dad. four days in a car; three nights in a hotel room with the world's most ... dedicated snorer. i am planning on seeing the Danish Windmill, the Platte River Archway, the birthplace of John Wayne, and other assorted brown-sign stops that jim would never let me stop at. on the way back there might be some more of that. but i will be with jim then, and i hope it's not too much torture for him.
d. i am really struggling with this concept that, if jim gets a new job between now and january, i might be coming home to very little time to say goodbye to the friends i've made here. this is a terrible prospect and one that fills me with absolute dread. everything is changing AGAIN, although some things will remain constant: i'm still going to england in february, and we're still doing IM switz. all big things, all to be navigated from yet another possible time zone. jim claims i hate change, but that's not it. i just hate deep-rooted change. and i hate, hate hate time zone changes.
e. there is no e. e is that i have to go to work now.
And Happy Birthday to Jim!