"glutton for punishment" or "on a mission from god"

no, i do not actually think i'm on a mission from god, but i try to work in a steel magnolias quote when i can.

the half marathon high is pretty much over. i haven't run since and i'm feeling super sluggish. enter kadi and her suggestion to do a run in november. finally a reason to go out and run. i do enjoy running, but i don't exactly feel the nagging urge to run everyday, at least not until i get into a 4-days-a-week rhythm. then i want to run like - every day.

yesterday i registered for the san diego color run. it's a 5k where every mile ends in being color bombed. it's like tie die with fitness! in addition, i decided to make a 2013 plan with my lovely kiki to do the color run in nyc. the date hasn't been set, but it's looking like mid-august. job willing, i'll be back on the east coast by then (sorry west coasters).

"i'm so excited" ... "i'm so scared"

** i feel i should warn you, this is going to be a long one. i thought about doing 2 but, f it, you can come back and finish it later **

around 7pm last saturday night, i was having my own jessie spano moment; i was super excited about the 1/2 marathon i was going to run/walk the following day, but i was also super scared.

"why would you do that" or "i'm just a bit clumsy"

i've never been the most graceful; hell, i'm usually the one falling flat on my ass, except for that one time at level 5; that was all leigh. one time at uncw, i was sitting in the union living room waiting for some friends. this girl came out of the greek offices on the 2nd floor and began making her decent down the stairs. she noticed all of us sitting, passing by, what have you, and attempted to make the most graceful walk down the stairs, but toe of her rainbows ended up folding under her foot on the step and she went ass-over-tea-kettle down to the landing. i had to book it outta there before she saw/heard me snort back a giggle. i feel that i can laugh b/c it'd happened to me on many occasions.

last week, i twisted the ankle a bit trying to walk down 6 steps while talking to the person behind me. during the nba playoffs, i was so livid that the ref missed that obvious foul by battier that i gestured a bit too largely for the treadmill i was running on. gotta love the side rails, or i'd have been thrown off for sure. all my clumsiness only makes me notice the potential clumsiness of others, specifically when it comes to handling an iphone.

"secret's in the sauce" or "a little bit of chicken fried"

long before pinterest came along, recipes were passed around by hand. my mamma has a patchwork recipe box on her kitchen counter filled with mis-matched recipe cards from numerous family members and friends. most of the entries are titled after the giver of the recipe -- ex: nana brett's chicken casserole. as a kid i'd flip through them while mamma told me stories about the owner of the delishousness. i dreamed i'd one day have a box just like hers. let's face it, it's 2012. for the past 5 years i've managed to transpose those goodies into a self-built filemaker database (take that high school computer teacher with no imagination).

i sometimes take pride in the fact i can't cook very well. i can bake up a storm, but cooking requires a longer attention span then i can typically muster. the few things i can cook, i choose to cook because they are special to me. perhaps nothing is more special than the aforementioned nana brett's chicken casserole.

"crazy roommates" or "spoiled only child"

true story - my sofa is in here

i moved this weekend. it's the first time since i moved to wilmington that i've moved everything in 1 day, well, nearly everything. typically i have a week of overlap and i do the small things gradually. i could have done so here, but the back and forth is just too far to make it logical. as the title suggests, i'm not big on roommates. i've been an only child for most of my pre-college life. i have a half-sister, but she lives with her parents and we've never had to share a room.

when i went off to college, i attended community college my freshman year, no dorm room. i had my own one bedroom apartment, it was great. i didn't have my first roommate until my junior year in college when i moved in with a sorority sister. long story short, we weren't friends at the end of that year.