also, please feed my fish. they are hungry.

20 days, until the B-I-G 25.

I honestly still think that I am about to turn 12, I mean I'd much rather wake up on a Saturday to go play capture the flag than go get a freakin' tire rotation. But this year, it's hitting me... I'm no longer a little kid. I'm turning 25. Yea, yea I know..it's not old by any means. But it's for sure a milestone. And, it's making me nervous.

So, instead of being nervous...25 is going to be a start of new adventures. No holding back. I'm going to get into the things I've always SAID I was going to do.. Photography? Boom, done. Finish a triathlon? No big deal. I've already planned my first ski lesson. I'm pretty sure I'll be getting over my fear of flying, well I sure hope I do it's really silly how scared I get. And I'd really like to see what the Pacific Ocean feels like.  And who knows, maybe I'll start that Science degree I've been pining after for so long. I think 25 will be a good year. Cheers!

::An inordinate passion for pleasure is the secret of remaining young:: Oscar Wilde.



it's time. 26.2 is here!

Ok, so I can NOT believe race weekend is here. It's pretty much the only thing that has been on my mind the past 8 months. I have such race jitters it is driving me nuts! I haven't slept well all week, been late to work, and only been able to concentrate about 10 minutes at a time..before I start thinking about what to expect on the course. errghh I mean, planning my survival method. I've heard the first marathon is the easiest, because you have no expectations. So, I'm keeping all mine to a minimum...

I'm confident that I'll be fine, I haven't slacked TOO much on my training. I mean those long runs sucked, but I'd like to quote a famous marathon coach, Bill Squires: "The long run puts the tiger in the cat".

 So, meow bitch ..it's time.

Race day construction has been going on all week, finish line bleachers are up, tents are up...now it just needs to be 8:00 AM Sunday. Tomorrow I am going to the Health/Fitness Expo to pick up my packet..that will solidify everything...that I am actually running a MARATHON folks!!! Don't think I will forget my 26.2 sticker..I mean that's why people run these things right?! I'll be checking back in Monday to update everyone of my race. I'm sure I'll have either texted, skyped, facebooked, g-chatted, or mobile uploaded some sort of crazy story but... Monday I'll give the play by play action.  If I happen to cross your mind this Sunday, please wish me luck and give me a big kick in the rear..I'll need it! I hope everyone has a Happy Halloween!!

one day...

I'm bringing the high five back.

The other day I was out running and I was at the point of exhaustion. I'd had enough, it was quitting time. I looked down, and saw I still had a little less than 2 more miles to go on my handy dandy iPod tracker. Really? I needed to dig down deep and find some motivation. As I was passing another runner, I got the urge to high five him. I'm not sure why, but I thought hey, this guy might be tired too and need a high five. I really wish I had, and next time I just might, because you never know when someone may need a little of that motivation. As for my run? I killed it.