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It's monthly recap time!  And yes, you can boo and throw tomatoes at my March pun. March Goals When the alarm goes off, do not check email/read twitter/read blogs for 45 minutes before getting out of bed.   Total and complete fail.  I think this might be a lost cause. Stop apologizing about the bikini wax/leg hair situation to Dr. Paul (and maybe do something about it?).   Did something about it! Buy a real desk chair.   I've only had it for a few days and I'm wondering why I didn't do it three years ago. Get off the elliptical and back on the road completely.   The elliptical is a distant memory. Learn how to cook dinner that does not involve cheese.   Some progress here. Stop stalking other people's training while in a funk.  It never helps.  Very little progress here. Paint the upstairs bedroom.   Check! Ask the poet to come and videotape my swim stroke.   Nope, but our trip to CO is negating the main reason why I wanted to tape it. A lot of March w

There is a great big pile of races out there in the universe that feel jinxed to me, for one reason or another.  The Cherry Blossom 10 Miler is one of them.  I’ve been registered for it at least two or three times, yet I’ve never been able to run the darn thing.  The first year, I got a stress fracture in my foot and came off of crutches only moments before the race started to run the 5K.  Another year was the first injury I tracked through this blog, the IT band dream sequence .  For some reason, the spring ten miler has always evaded me.  This year I did not register, but when the last day of official bib transfer came along and a friend of a friend had a bib to transfer, I decided to roll the dice.  All the universe could throw at me this year was a partially torn calf , and after I was able to run RnR Half with very little carnage, I sheepishly told my coach what I’d done.  I’m actually registered for the GW Parkway 10 Miler, which is another in the pile of jinxed races (the poet

1. I had one of those "I can't sleep and I have no idea why" nights last night.  I drank my sleepy tea, I was in bed, allergy medicine taken, book read, and just....nothing.   2. So this post might make significantly less sense than usual. 3. I don't hoard running shoes anymore. 4.  I can't sleep on airplanes. 5. When I first met my husband, I made him a playlist of music called, "thom starter kit."  It's still on my phone. 6.  I'm kind of excited about the pile of hills I'm going to climb tomorrow. 7. The only reason I haven't purchased a new dishwasher is because the one I have is only three years old.  But I hate it with every fiber of my being. 8. I don't read or watch the news, I don't listen to the radio and I have no idea what is going on in politics. 9. I never make a list of things to pack before I go on vacation. 10. I found a huge knot in my calf last night and panicked and beat the crap out o

1. I figure it's time for a SBR (that's swim-bike-run for all you non-abbreviating heathens) update since I haven't bored you with the idiosyncrasies of my training for a while, and what is this blog for if not self-absorbed yammering about my life?  Swimming is going quite splashingly.  I'm going to be racing the 1000 yards in a few weeks, which will be the first time that I have ever been in a swim meet possibly in my life to date.  I have a very hazy memory of doing the one-arm backstroke as a tiny little Katie, but I'm fairly sure no coach would have actually put me in a real meet due to my refusal to use both arms to swim instead of just one while the other held my nose.  I've been seeing slow but steady progress in the pool, most of which I attribute to having some fast feet to chase on the weekend recently.  My victory this week was finally breaking 1:20 for 100 yards (as part of a larger set) after swimming a very frustrating 482 1:21s in a row last wee