My legs still hurt. And I'm supposed to run again today. No pain, no gain, I suppose. I emailed my friend Whitni, who ran the Boston Marathon, and she is going to write up a plan for me. Awesome! And my other friend says biking is good training too. I'll have to switch it up so I don't get bored. At least I'll always have Ike to keep my company. My goal is to run 3 times a week. I know most things say 4 times, but 3 is good for me. At least right now. I don't want to kill myself. Plus, 4 seems a little extreme. Really, I just want to fit into my khaki cords again. Maybe by Christmas....
I'm thinking of starting a running blog, so those who could care less about my half-marathon don't have to endure all the chatter about. Because I'm sure by now word of mouth has spread like wildfire about The Wet Donkey.
Class was over at 1:30 today, which means I have 4 hours to fill until my pasta making class at 6:30. I would go home, but that's kinda pointless since the class is like a half mile from school. So, I will waste some time on the internets, then go practice in the skills lab, since I have testing on Tuesday and I really haven't mastered the art of changing someone's ostomy bag yet. Yummy.
I'm kinda bummed I'm taking this class by myself, but oh well. If I waited for other people to initiate stuff I'd be waiting forever. Buncha bums. Hopefully I learn some good tips and recipes, I think it's be pretty sweet to make homemade pastas. Except then I'd want the Kitchen-Aid pasta adapter. I'm sure Derrick would be thrilled with that expense. Especially since a box of pasta is $.39 cents at Wal-Mart.
What do you call an Italian hooker?
A Pasta-tute!
Conversation on Tuesday night between Derrick and myself.
Derrick: What's the date tomorrow?
Me: 10-4, little buddy!
I'm so funny!! So witty! So quick!! But seriously, I cracked myself up. And today in class I thought of it and cracked up again. When's the next casting call for Last Comic Standing again????
1 comment:
I think you really are nuts, b/c I hate runnning a lot and I would never ever do a marathon. I prefer my hampster wheel at the gym. Hey but I know what you mean about wanting to slim down. I don't think I'd gotten chubby, just not as fit as I once was. I'd like to be TRIM. You know? Like...like how I look in every one of my outfits. Be totally hot. Tempt everyone with my hot bod and then say "HAHA! I'm MARRIED! Suckahs."
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