Did you happen to catch my blog on Wednesday? Three posts in one day. Impressive, no?
Sigh. It took me about an hour, but I finally made peace with my most awful running experience to date. I accept that I am not a natural athlete and running, in general, is challenging. Which is why I enjoy it. And yeah, I’m going to do week seven again. I want to feel comfortable at 2.5 miles before I go up to 2.75. If not, I’ll never make reach my goals, as rinky-dink as they are.
The Pens play tonight. Series is 2-1, but you never know what’s going to happen. If the Penguins win the cup, they’ll take it from the Red Wings, favorite team of Cousin Bob.
I use this blog to vent, to let my friends/family know what’s going on in my life, to fight boredom or to alleviate stress. Sometimes I write just out of habit. As you’ve probably noticed, I have virtually nothing of importance to say. But it’s my life, and I’m happy to have six years of it in written form.
Anyway, I digress. A few weeks ago, I wrote about a stalker I had, which prompted a reader of my blog to reveal himself to me. He was afraid I was trying address him in an underhanded way, which wasn’t the case. The guy – who I call in my head ‘Cousin Bob’ – shares my last name, lives in Michigan and is a photographer. He’s part of my dad’s generation, and we’ve become e-pen pals. His presence in my life has been lovely and enjoyable, and I have this silly little blog to thank. Thank you, krizmania.com!
Last night was Tylila’s birfday and it was mucho funo. We went bowling among other things, which I haven’t done in forever. I sucked, of course, but it was to be expected. And I tried Snoopy’s for the first time! My ex did a good job of immersing me in Raleigh culture (yay Cooper’s!), but I stonewalled him when it came to Snoopy’s. So, we went, and I convinced the staff to assure me that the hot dogs were kosher. Not because I wanted to be in touch with my Jewish heritage, but because I didn’t want to eat pig anus. So after the staff ‘assured’ me that the hot dogs were kosher, I enjoyed a very yummy chili dog.
Leon is scheduled to re-enter my life tomorrow. Eeeeee! Leon, Leon, Leon. Leon was one of my best friends in high school. He was a total badass wrestler and I was the quiet girl on the newspaper. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, there was a time when I was quiet. But anyway. He and I met, I think, in a foods class and from then we were inseparable. Except when I went away to school and we separated. MP ran into him the other day, and he asked for my number, and told her to tell me he’s calling me on Sunday. Which is tomorrow. Wow, I haven’t talked to him in years!!! I really have missed him.