24 weeks

from an email i received over the weekend...

Countdown: 24 Weeks

Your Training Schedule for This Week:

Monday	Rest
Tuesday	3 miles	Easy walking
Wednesday	Rest
Thursday	3 miles	Moderate walking
Friday	30 minutes	Easy cross-training
Saturday	3 miles	Easy walking
Sunday	3 miles	Easy walking

24 weeks away?! this is insanity. for some reason, to me, you might as well be saying 'tomorrow'. maybe it's because i turn 26 in exactly one week and that feels like 30. not that there's anything wrong with 30. or 40. or 50. i'm just... like, really, shouldn't i have accomplished SOMETHING by 30?

what's that? i've got 4 more years to go? yeah. i guess if you can get a bachelor's degree in 4 years, i could try to do something in the next four years.

i'm looking forward to training. i am. i'm looking forward to having an "excuse", a reason to exercise. i'm looking forward to seeing how it changes me, inside and out.

although the multi-milers each night are sort of daunting. not because of the exertion required, but because it takes up time, and because i don't want to walk around after dark. and the "treadmill" in our apartment building's "gym" sucks. it's like the first treadmill ever made. you can make one yourself, if you'd like. just take some trash cans and lay them on their sides and then wrap garbage bags around them, forming the tread. tape a red piece of paper on your shirt for the "emergency stop" clip, and you'll have about as advanced a treadmill as our building does. and i wouldn't mind it, sincerely, if it didn't make you feel like you just got off 16 foot high roller skates when you stopped.

fundraising funds are continuing to trickle in. i'm at $2747.70. so close. SO close. i'll get there.

i just searched on the 3 day's website for training walks near me, and there is one. that sort of rocked my world a lil' bit. because so far i've just been walking with adam, franklin or alone. i haven't really thought about what it would be like to walk with OTHER people. would i have the endurance to not make a fool out of myself? how will i stack up? an intriguing question. i would say, "i'm slow because i'm almost 30!", but everyone i know who is 30 or almost 30 or 40 or 50 is waaaaay more fit than me. hell, everyone i know who is under 26 is waaaay more fit than me. what can i say. my butt likes sitting.

i guess that's enough updating for now, as it's probably of nobody's interest. i'm making progress in many of my crafty endeavors and am really wanting to sign up for reform school's home ec classes to learn how to sew. it's sort of like a hipstery club where you make (ironic?) things like flower looms and knit cacti. but still, i don't know how to thread my damn sewing machine, so hipsters or not, reform school can teach me!

that, and i'm terrified of the monster earthquake hitting los angeles sometime in the immediate future. yeah, it pretty much consumes my every waking, and sleeping thought, and is probably the reason my hands, arms and behind my ears are covered in an itchy rash. (unless it's not, and you know it's not, and you can diagnose me?!)

although as far as my "sleeping thought" goes, i did have a really, really awesome dream about eating a sandwich. (see the tag for this post...)

man. that ruled.