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Kids, I have lost my motivation, and my body is really starting to show the signs. I have not run in almost six weeks now. That’s a long, long time to be slothful. I either need to start running again, or start eating nothing but diet pills. Here’s how you can help me: please send me emails or facebook (gentle) reminders that I need to be running. Remind me how much I enjoy it and how much better I feel when I am active. I keep setting my cell phone alarm to get up in the mornings and run, yet I have not done it.

I’ll try again in the morning. Please (gently) prod me. (Don’t be too harsh or I’ll just get depressed, what with me being an overly-sensitive girl and all.) I’ll begin training with TNT again in August, but until then, I need to get my butt moving. And it’s just too bloody hot to do it once the sun is up.

Thanks for your help with my total lack of motivation.

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Okay kids, I realize you may have grown weary during my marathon training last year, so I have tried to keep my running blog separate from Pereiraville. However, I have to tell you about my new way to torture my body: the KettleWorx Kettlebell. Because regardless of what the avatar me over in my sidebar is bemoaning, I have been torturing myself, I just haven’t managed to run (due to ridiculous rain).

The Kettlebell looks innocent enough:

But I promise you, it could be used in place of waterboarding against our enemies; great is the pain in my legs and arms. In fact, I was visiting a friend’s house today, and found it very difficult to ascend and descend the stairs in their house due to all the squats and thrusts I was doing yesterday with the Kettlebell.

I will confess, I am only one week into the six week challenge that I accepted, and if I were not so determined to continue ameliorating my body, I would quit. It is so difficult for me! And I’ve only used the first of the nine DVD work outs.

Ooh! What I should do is take all my measurements, as I haven’t done that in months, and see where I’m at now and then where I’m at when I complete the full six weeks of torture exercises.

Sherlock has been watching me, and I think I have him convinced that we need to get a second Kettlebell so that he can join me in the work outs. He was trying to follow along yesterday with a dumbbell, but some of the motions are downright impossible to complete with a dumbbell. We’ll have to get him his own Kettlebell; we all know it’s easier to stick to an exercise program if you have a work out buddy.

I highly recommend this program and will start tracking my progress over on my running blog as I continue this quest. It makes me pour sweat. It is an unbelievable work out.

Important safety tip: do not launch the Kettlebell at the flat screen!

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I sure hope this morning’s run is not a reflection on what kind of day I am going to have. If it is, I think I should just go back to bed.

I’m going to go clean my bath tub and soak my screaming leg in epsom salt.

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I am up and dressed in my running clothes. See that little animated runner girl in the side bar? She gets slower and slower the longer it is between my runs. She’s looking pretty slothful today, so I need to get out there and pound out a few miles to energize that spastic little girl. Here’s hoping she provides me with this motivation regularly! Although, I am tempted to wait and see how long it takes for her to fall asleep!

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If you’re my friend on facebook, you no doubt grew weary of my status updates being how much my left eye was hurting me. I went to bed at 8p to try to give my eye the rest I thought it so desperately needed. Only, I was awake almost the entire night. The last time I looked at the clock was at 515a, and the alarm clock sounded at 605a, so I might have slept for forty minutes or so.

My night went like this: every few minutes, I pried open my swollen eyelids to let my aching eye weep onto my super soft Sferra linens. Cue runny nose. Grab a tissues. And repeat.

I had a splitting head ache that I finally took something for at 3a.
Also around that time, I turned on a light in the bathroom to investigate my eye. Trust me when I tell you it was even more swollen than it is right now:

At 4a, I retrieved my migraine eye cover pack thing (technical term) from the refrigerator, and started bawling in the kitchen because my eyes were so sensitive to that light. But, I think the cold press did help my swelling a little bit.

My eye hurts more than I can express. I’m blogging with my eyes closed because the light from the monitor is like the finger of God stabbing my brain. Yes, cropping and uploading that picture nearly killed me!

What can I do to fix this? I am in a world of pain I never knew existed, and I cannot see well at all since my right eye is being sympathetic to my left and refuses to open more than what you see in that picture. Also, sherlock refused to grab a knife and remove my offending eye last night. He’s a big meanie.

Ack! this white screen is so bright. I’m going back to bed. My eye is crying and my head is aching. Helpful advice appreciated.

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There’s a Battlestar marathon on SciFi all day today. I’ve had it on as background noise. Tonight is the final episode of the series. I’ll be sad to see it end, but at least it’s ending on a high note.

I had a good run this morning. At least I thought it was a good run until I came home and downloaded it. I’ve talked about it more elsewhere.

If you can believe this, I’m trying to convince my mom to come visit me for a few days. They keep countering with “come to Nashville,” but I’d really rather just stay home.

I had to open the doors to get a breeze through the house today. Good gravy. My Catholic MIL cooked some sort of fish for lunch, being Lent and all, and it reeks to high heaven. Blech. Fortunately, there is a lovely breeze, and the house is airing out. It still stinks though. I’m going to start cooking dinner soon, so that will hopefully replace the fish stink.

I’d really like to go visit my cousin and do the bridge run with her that she does on Thursdays.

AT&T is back outside. They have to tear up our sidewalk again. Apparently, when they tore up our sidewalk a couple months ago to put in their new fiber optics or whatever, they didn’t install at our house correctly. So yesterday, when they came out to do the internet upgrade to our house, they discovered their work was inept. Stupid people. If you had to jackhammer through cement to install cables, wouldn’t you test the cables to make sure they worked before pouring new cement? Idiots.

Am I ever going to finish painting in the living room? I only have to do a second coat on the fish tank wall. What am I waiting for?

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Holy Toledo! RTY asked me if I wanted to go roller blading with her around the neighborhood a little while ago. I was really disinclined, but since I’m prone to sloth, I said sure. I dug out my dusty roller blades and we headed out. Kids, it’s only .8 around the neighborhood. It kicked my ass.

Didn’t I just complete a marathon two months ago? And can’t I still do a quick and easy five mile jog? Wherefore did .8 on roller blades exhaust me so?

Fortunately, she was just as tired as I was, so I didn’t have to endure ridicule of a kid mocking the out of shape adult!

Clearly I need to roller blade on my non-running days. That would certainly motivate me to run more than once a week, right?

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Probably the high light of turning 32 occurred last night when Rob came over for dinner and drinks.

This morning, I woke up around 7a to pee, and went back to bed. Dad and CAL called around like 830a, to wake me with an ear-bloodying version of “The Old Gray Mare.” That’s the first time I’ve had that as a birthday song! My neighbor four doors down emailed me yesterday asking if I’d like to go running this morning. My reply: “oh, I don’t know, I plan to drink heavily for my birthday.” I suggested he call me half an hour before he wanted to run, which he did. So, at 10a, we went running. I don’t plan to waste space on Pereiraville any more talking about running; I have another blog for such drivel.

After the run, I came home, eventually showered, eventually had lunch. And then, we caught an afternoon showing of The Watchmen. I enjoyed it. It was fairly true to the book. Lots of violence and blood.

When I made the decision to see an afternoon movie instead of taking a nap, I knew that meant I would be too exhausted to go see Barenaked Ladies tonight. So, we got some sushi take-out and came home. We washed the sushi down with a really decent $6.50 bottle of wine I bought yesterday when the wine store employee twisted my arm and forced me to participate in their wine tasting.

All in all, a fairly uneventful entry into my 32nd year of life.

Presents: Visa gift card (which will buy me a book I’ve been eyeballing and other stuff), Amadeus on blu ray, and a yoga mat for my Wii Fit. And a rose. I almost never receive flowers.

We’re poor, so I think I made out rather well. Happy birthday to me!

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Okay kids. I have to quickly shower because I’m going to head down town for the Orlando Tea Party in a little while. I hope to have plenty of pictures to show you.

On my run, a hawk flew over head with a flapping fish in its talons. It made me crave… a cheeseburger! LOL! Running makes me super hungry. Go figure!

Next post should be about the Tea Party.

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This is my blog; I can post whatever I want to.

I bought the professional photographs from my marathon last night. I was able to save 10% by waiting so long to buy them. I lurve them!

This photographer almost caught me blowing my nose at the start line. He joked with me that it would’ve been a great shot!

So obviously this is me at Cinderella’s castle. Look at the jubilation on my face! You’d never know I was experiencing some major stomach distress and about to have my first ridiculously long potty break.

With Expedition Everest behind me in Animal Kingdom.

I’m pretty sure this was at the half-way point.

Inside Epcot, finally, with Coach Jen. It had been a long 24 or 25 miles to get to this point.

Just about to cross the finish line.

My ruined finish line face, because I was saying “oh my god!” as the girl in front of me fell.

A congratulatory hug from a duck!

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