i guess i'm almost a runner.

someone on my team sent this out today:

>> You Know You're A Runner If...

but the funny thing is that according to this list, i guess i'm not totally "a runner" even though i run every day, race ~4 times every 2-3 months, and am on a running team. i mean, i GUESS this is a new identity for me, since i used to be a rower... but still. it just makes me wonder how long it takes to morph into a sport's identity.

for instance, of the 26 things on the list, there are only 8 things that apply to me (or would if, say, i was buying a house), and one thing i wish applied to me. according to those stats, i'm less than half runner. harumpf. apparently i have a lot of work ahead of me.

(and i bet my family is going to be thrilled to find out i can be even more annoying about this than i already am)

a few of the things that apply to me:

- forget birthdays and anniversaries, even major holidays, but never the date of next race

- run so much that my {household} has a seperate laundry basket for my running clothes (well, we have this more more or less, though you might also call the separate basket my bathroom floor...)

- would tell my realtor that i want a house in an area with good schools and a nice area to run

- try to convince people to run a 5k because it's "only" 3 miles

- friends think they need to practice more before they can run with you

my wish:

- boss tells you to go run because your having a bad day at work

if only...

mmm brownies

i am eating a big fatty chocolate brownie right now and it RULES! take that all you dieters of the world!

t-minus 6 days until my next 1/2 marathon. should be a good time, that will be finished off with an even better time at my buddy's super bowl par-tay.

they have a hot tub and i plan on "watching" the entire first half from it.

(where by "watching" i mean getting periodic updates from people inside, guessing how it's going from overheard cheers, and only emerging for a beer replacement)

if any of my pathetic favorite teams were actually playing, i may not plan to soak in the tub as long, but screw you, pats, bucs, and broncos. way to let a half-assed football fan down!

points?

hi.

sometimes i have to wonder why i have this blog. i mean, i write things. but, like, what's the point? i love to do it, and i won't stop, but, why do i care? why do you read it?

is it to be funny? to tell you about random mishaps to my week, such as the fact that i almost locked myself out of my apartment today? (but i got back in! because i'm sly and figured out a secret way...)

or that my high heel got stuck in a grate on the sidewalk, and a bum had to help me get it loose? yeah, that was embarrasing.

is it to share my dreams? like maybe i want to open a restaurant with my boyfriend some day? or go work at nike's research department in oregon? or that i want to make it to the olympics before i turn 40? or that i'm only going to have kids when i'm between the ages of 30 and 33?

maybe, it's to talk about things that make me mad, scared, or nervous... like moving to a new building with my company this weekend, so that monday everything i know and love about my job is potentially going to be different. or, like the fact that i have less friends in this city now than i did when i moved here two.3 years ago... i wish they'd stop moving away, fighting amongst themselves, or blowing me off because they think i'm too "busy" even though i'm home by myself most nights. people are weird.

hmm.

perhaps, it's to point you to thought provoking links? to tell you about the fun games you should play, or films you should watch, or articles you should read?

nah.

maybe it's to say things like: "man i miss boston, i should move back there soon." (when by soon i really mean in 2007... not in in the next few months).

or - maybe it's to tell you pointless facts about my current state that you probably don't care about. like:

- i ran 4 miles today.
- i drink a latte every morning. from starbucks.
- i went for beers with co-workers this afternoon when we left the office early because of the move. (they kicked us out)
- i'm wearing an orange shirt.
- my feet hurt.
- it's 11:26 pm
- i'm watching vh1
- i might skip practice in the morning
- my hair is in a ponytail
- i'm going for tea at the ritz carlton tomorrow with 2 friends
- i had pasta for dinner
- i have started using fluoride again

ahh! maybe i'm supposed to talk about the things i love! there are a lot of things that i love.

i love that i have the best boyfriend in the world who always knows how to make me smile...
i love being a part of a running team and actually getting coached and racing...
i love that my plants like my apartment and won't stop flowering...

but that kind of stuff probably makes most of you ill.
no one seems to like hearing about stuff other people love.

hmm. again.

maybe i'm supposed to blog about my family.
or my relationship with God.
or something.

i really don't know.

i guess that's why i like this medium - there are no rules.
i don't even necessarily know who you are, and i kind of like it like that.

i like that i don't actually know what you care about, either. then i don't have to worry about it. i can write about all the stuff above, depending on my mood, and not care if it's boring the crap out of you!

(well, not care only to the extent that i don't want you to stop reading)

anyways. this post has no point. i'm just thinking through my fingers, and figured i'd let you in on the fun.

one day, i'm going to write something very provacative and amazing and you're going to go "wow! i knew there was a reason i kept coming back to this lame and pointless blog all these years! thanks!"

promise.

snip

i cut my hair.
4-8 inches depending on which layer you are discussing.

it's basically shoulder-length, with some long bangs and varieties of lengths blended in.

but most importantly: it bounces and flips again.

wee!

i've been told it makes me look older...
and younger...
figure that one out!

batteries that lie.

it's official: my technology has it out for me.

a conspiracy of sorts.
the revolt of the batteries.

exhibit a:

laptop tells me it has 1 hour and 43 minutes left of battery power when not plugged in. 5 minutes later, it tells me it has 27 minutes left. 5 minutes later, it tells me it has 1 hour and 20 minutes left. 10 minutes later, it dies.

exhibit b:

cellphone has 1 bar of power left. cellphone gets plugged in over night. in the morning, cellphone still tells me it has 1 bar of power left. turn cellphone off and then back on again, and NOW cellphone is full.

exhibit c:

ipod looks near dead. ipod plays for 20 minutes to get me to work. now ipod seems to have half it's battery back.

liars!
all of you!
be careful or i'm throwing you into the pacific ocean!

something really exciting!

just kidding.
i just wanted to get your attention.
i wish i had something exciting to tell you about.
unfortunatly, the most "exciting" things in my life right now are actually quite boring: busy at work. office move. random projects. running. la. la. la. no.

though, i will say, there are exciting things going on in OTHER people's lives... namely, babies. there are lots of babies in the air. first, our friends J. & T. just had a little pooper yesterday morning (congrats!). he is just over 8lbs, and a week late - but everyone is healthy. the juice is loose. (that's his nickname - juice. i think it came into being because is initials are O.J.)

and my co-workers are popping them out - one just had a little tot a few weeks ago, another is due on my birthday in march (wee!), and another is due on 6/6/06.

seriously.

they keep joking about naming him lucifer if he arrives on his birthday. but being the naive "everything is rosy" person in the office, i keep reminding him that would be very mean.

i should start pumping johnny cash's song "boy named sue" into his headphones for the next month to remind him why he needs to name his kid something nice.
something that won't mess him up for life.

babies.

my blog is apparently turning into a "voodoo doll" on my friend. i hope that blogging about babies doesn't get her pregnant. that would be weird. (though, she could name the kid after me - that would be cool)

red and pink and chocolate all over

why do people hate ♥ valentines day ♥ so much?

have they ever walked into walgreens in the weeks before (read: now) and seen the rows and rows of delicious candy that comes out only this time of year? chocolate hearts, boxes of bon bons, sweettart hearts, all of it wrapped in red and white and pink... mmm. how can you hate it?

i'm so glad my mom used to give us little ♥ valentines day ♥ baskets as kids. she always put in something cute to wear (like a pink t-shirt or heart-covered socks), a box of russel stover chocolates wrapped in red cellophane and shaped like a heart, and a bag of candy coated multi-colored spree-like hearts that were so smooth in your mouth as you sucked off the sugary sweetness...

i always looked forward to the holiday, long before i was told it was only supposed to be fun if you had a significant other. people who think that, well, here's what i have to say: that's baloney.

♥ valentine's day ♥ to me is like the sunshiney happy version of halloween. no blood. no zombies. no punks who smash jack o lanterns and throw eggs.

just love.
love and candy.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

sleeping issues

so, a few months ago, i kept waking up with the night sweats. it was very weird. i went and had some accupuncture done to treat it, however, and the problem went away (after one last absolutely miserable night). phew.

last week, i couldn't get out of bed before 9am to save my life. needless to say, this was not good for my working habits - rolling into the office at 10:15 day after day is not smart. no one complained, but i could tell it wasn't cool.

this week, i'm finally get up earlier, but now i'm having the weirdest, wackiest dreams ever. some of them make no sense. some of them are good, warm, fuzzy, happy. some of them are anxieties about work (last night, i dreamt i was kicked out of my job, locked out of my work space, and forced to work in customer service answering phones. thankfully it was my whole group that this happened to, not just me. it was a very funny vision, watching my fellow producers answer phones. we weren't very nice. we cursed at the idiots who called us.)

though i can't imagine that the dreams will last, the waking up early will have to... so i just wonder what comes next in the world of uncomfortable sleep. i'm hoping my cool new sheets will make the bed happier and give me good vibes. but maybe i need to drink tea before i doze, or warm milk, or a night cap? maybe i need to read first? or go to bed earlier? or move my workouts to the mornings instead of 9pm?

i really don't know.

as long as i don't get my dad's insomnia, i don't care.

warm fuzzy sheep, where are you?

i should be running right now but...

... it's raining. a. i'm cold and full from dinner. b. i haven't watched tv in weeks. c. and i would rather play on my computer with mtv in the background while snuggled under a blanket. d.

today was no ordinary tuesday. today, i spent the day in tiburon, at an off site strategy meeting, for work. sounds boring, but i have to admit that i would happily do off site strategy meetings every day if it meant i could sit in a comfy living room with a few select small group of co-workers, brainstorming ideas and mapping out our plans for the year. no access to email or phones, yummy food, coffee from a real mug... beats a day in my cube at my 'puter easily.

but enough about thaaaat.... i just got home and it's 9pm. i skipped practice today for this work thing, so now i have the impending guilt of being a slacker. if i wasn't already so slow, relative to my teammates, i wouldn't feel so much guilt about missing one day. but i feel like i can't ever stop or else the gap will just grow and grow and grow. but i really don't want to go out in the rain to sit on a treadmill tonight. screw it.

so i have noticed some really annoying things lately. like, every time i get into the elevator at my office, someone from the second floor gets in behind me and presses the button: floor 2.

boom, doors shut before i can escape.

WHO TAKES AN ELEVATOR TO THE SECOND FLOOR? i mean come on, you are the only floor in the building who has a stairwell from the lobby, don't slow up our our rides just because you are Laaaay-zee.

okay, actually, that's the only observation of annoying activity that i've made lately... i thought for a split second there was something else, but i can't remember what it was.

anyways, how 'bout them pats? shakes head embarrasingly... or them bucs? shakes head again... the super bowl is going to be so lame this year. amen for chips and guac.

but, back to running, since this the theme for the post.

i'm going to do another half marathon in a few weekends. super bowl sunday, actually (see, there was a tie in to that last paragraph). i'm excited. i'm sure it will be hard, but i'm trying to prep better. i've been lifting weights again, for one. and i'm working on getting my distance up. for instance, i went on a 12 mile run on saturday, and i want to do another 13 this weekend, and next. that should be good. the most prep i've ever done for a 1/2, or even a full marathon at that. i usually decide to run them the week before. we'll see if it pays off. maybe i'll just get hurt. you never know with this sport how your legs are gonna feel...

Tough on Dirt, Gentle on Megan.

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two things to make you laugh:

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hot rod

hummina hummina... finally some interesting cars being made, based of models from '69 and '70...

... new camaro...



... dodge challenger concept car...