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I have lost my Road ID. This makes me VERY, very unhappy. In part because I am a clutz and feel a little paranoid about running without this on my arm and a mack truck running me over, and no one knowing who I am. But also because I hate being disorganized. And because I wore it in my first "real" 5 K and I really enjoyed running that summer and want to get back to it again... so many reasons.


So...

if you are feeling psychic and can suggest to me where I might find it (I've looked for 3 days now) and you are correct, I will buy you a road ID. No, really. The original wrist id version or the shoe version ($19 value). One winner. Mine is red, by the way, but you can pick your color.

Help!

Day 14

Awesome. I have walls roughed out. My son: "we're going to have WINDOWS!!!" Um, yeah.

Bob the Builder told me this morning that there are "issues" with my existing deck; not a big deal apparently. Just not really attached to the house the best/ most correct way.

Today was better at work. Things seem to have taken a SLIGHT turn for the better now that some of the worst stress of the layoffs is behind us.

I went out briefly, picked a sandwich, and went back to eat lunch with my crew. I have this shirt, and every time I wear it, apparently it is required that we ALL discuss it at the lunch table. I swear to George Clooney, people. Yes, I have cleavage. This shirt is NOT THAT LOW CUT. It is merely not a turtleneck, and when I wear something that isn't a turtleneck the masses must discuss the fact that "Oh my god, she's letting the girls breathe today."

I'm mystified. But the fact that I had gone out to get the sandwich made me feel better. Panera. Yum. (Andy, one of my coworkers, got a cafeteria sandwich, and the bread was so stale it actually broke into pieces. Not good. So I did actually give him one half slice of my bread, because a Panera sandwich is actually SO big on two giant slices, I can never finish the entire thing and they didn't have a soup that I liked today, and ramble ramble ramble he liked the sundried tomato bread. Karma, I need all the karma I can get.)

We had ice cream this afternoon to celebrate a couple of upcoming birthdays. There were actually a few people SMILING. Haven't seen that in a while.

I ache. That's what happens when you don't run for 3 months. Oooopsie.

One lap, two lap

So, basically my boss nudged me along a little by threatening me with a 5K this fall and tonight I went for a short 20 minute run which kicked my ass and made me want to puke JUST A LITTLE.

I can't recall the last time I ran but it was an early fake spring day quite a while ago.

The running itself felt ok other than the brief wannabarf, and I am stretching and typing on my blackberry at the same time, which is rather bogus, but at least I'm doing a little bit.

Ciao.
Carly(via Blackberry)

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My grandparents... on their 50th anniversary... some 20+ years ago. I miss them very much when I look at this picture.

You can't really tell from the thumbnail but I modified the picture with a filter to bring out the edges a little bit. It took away some of the "old and faded" - ness of the picture. I wanted it to look something like it had been painted, not photographed, but I didn't like the canvas filter over the dull coloring so I settled on this.

I'm in a bit of a funk these days. SO many things are on my mind (tons of end-of the year school responsibilities, and work is WAY up in the air and just generally frustrating on a day to day basis). And I forgot Top Chef again last night, as the truffle on top. I also have not had ONE DAMN MINUTE to run so I am very discouraged because the race is only about 7 weeks away at this point.

Only one

...bead of sweat rolled down my face, but at least I did SOME time on the treadmill today. I put some bouncy stuff on my iPod because that cheap dvd player I got last year after the Friehofer's has died on me.

Those Black Eyed Peas, they kept telling me to pump it, louder, and all of a sudden, I was running and thinking "Woah... wait, I remember doing this." Apparently two hours after lunchtime is a great time for me. Who knew? Jogged about a mile at a rather slow pace, but... I moved. I broke a sweat. And I do mean A single drop of sweat.

Only 89 days until my race. I seriously have to get moving consistently.

On the road again

It was a great day today here - about 50 degrees. I went for a run. It's kind of wet out, plenty of snow is melting, so it was messy. But I didn't fall down, and since I am rather like Grace, that's usually something of an accomplishment for me (wink). I did see a rocky little stream in the park that was flowing at a steady pace. Nice to watch the water flow over the rocks. OK, I stopped because I was out of breath. But still.

I am hoping to do the Freihofer run again, which is in 103 days. Time to get semi-serious. ;-)

I ran and walked (alternating). When I was done my face was a lovely rash of beeeeet red. Niiiice.

Legs

Listen. Really. Quit screaming. No one can hear you but me, and I don't care.

Ass is finally in gear so if you think I'm going to let you off the hook you're crazy. I know Arms are just sort of flopping around and I really don't get WHAT is going on with Lungs, they seem to show up to work only once in a while.

Heart has been pretty good but maybe the surgery drove home the point that I'm not kidding. It's been a couple of years (3?) with no problems so I don't think we'll have more trouble in that area.

SO, in short(s), keep moving.

See Carly Run

Today I registered for the 2007 Komen Northeastern New York Race for the Cure. Same park/ route (same motherfucking hill right at the start) but October 6, it better not be 90* with a thousand percent humidity.

Today I ran like crap. Coincidence? I think not.