Yes, I realize that when I first made this blog I posted about three or four times in the space of ten days, but THAT IS NOT THE POINT! Be proud of me, dang it!
Oops. Control your anger, Miles. (Oh, are you confused as to why I just called myself Miles? It's my crossdresser name, like Deryn is Dylan in LBG.)
Speaking of being proud of me, I went for a run today. Granted, it was a rather pathetic, raise-your-eyebrows-and-sigh-at-me kind of run, but it's a start. Living in the country and on a hill as I do, the gravel road up the driveway is an ideal place to run hills. I figure it was about 175 meters, and I ran up it four times with an average time of about *cringe* 43 seconds. Look down upon me in shame. During track season last year, I could run a 200 in 40. Granted, it was on a flat surface, but it was also 25 more meters. The worst part is that I felt sick afterward. Blech.
Oh, well. If I keep this up, I won't disgrace myself at practice too badly. Remind me to do this every day until the thirteenth, okay? Thanks.
Um... what else is there to talk about? I could talk about my new resolution to make myself look nice when I go to school every Friday, since it really bugged me when I wore sweatshirts or sweatpants every other day of the week. But, I just basically explained it all.
Or, of course, I could give you an update on my grandpa. Ugh, I feel so... dehumanizing when I say "update" you on him. Like he's a machine sputtering along, and that is definitely not the feeling I want to give off. Well, how about I just give you the basic info on the situation. He has small cell lung cancer that has metastasized basically everywhere. He's going through Kemo right now to give him a few more months, and to make him feel a little better in that time. That's as much detail as I'm going to get into.
Since I have homework to do, I'm going to end on that note, and not even be sarcastic. Sorry. (Oh, wait. I guess I just was. You're welcome.)
Bye!
I remember when I was in track (a long time ago) after running the 400 (I WAS only 8, at the time) I always loved the rubber leg feeling and that dry throat and the begging for water. And when you sat down it felt like heaven on earth. Needless to say, I never won a race.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy the sense of "I did it," I get when I'm done, but the rubber legged, oh-my-barking-spiders-I-can't-breathe, doubled over in agony feeling I get isn't the greatest. And I've always been told not to sit down after running... but, I've never really won a 400, either. My "B" teams for 100s and 200s got first a time or two, though, and I've gotten 1st in discus once or twice, too.
ReplyDeleteI think I got a first in long jump or something too. My team got first place in cross-country once. Otherwise I got all 5th and one fourth. I should do cross-country again. I, on the contrary, LOVED that-- how did you put it? Ah, yes... "rubber legged, oh-my-barking-spiders-I-can't-breathe, doubled over in agony feeling" And the adrenaline. Oh how I love the adrenaline. That is also why I LOVE fire, earthquake and evacuation drills. The lock-down drills are just plain boring because all you get to do is sit in a cramped space with somebody's butt/foot/back/knee/misc. limb in your face.
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