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Smile (it’s) Friday!
GPOYW: From couch surfing to wave surfing edition. (Left: Seattle, Sept. 2010. Right: Venice Beach, Aug. 2011.)
GPOYW: Before and
After In Progress, the Special Collection Hoodie Edition.
[Left: Fall 2010, posing strategically so as to (try in vain to) hide my stomach. There was clearly no hiding my rear end. Hoodie size: XXL. Right: Spring 2011. Hoodie size: Small.]
Went on a hikety-hike with my brothers and had a jolly good time. We played baseball with sticks and pine cones and later did our best Sasquatch impressions. Mom would have been proud.
Funny though, I used to get anxious on hikes that I would become out-of-breath and need to stop, or be unable to keep up with others. I realized yesterday I had forgotten to worry about any of that. It was a good moment.
In other news, I’m buying myself a new pair of running shoes for my birthday this week. I’ve always worn Nike, but I’m open-minded (err… footed?). Send your recommendations at me; I’m looking forward to trying out the possibilities.
And I’ll put ‘em to use, too, as (drum roll please!) I’ve officially decided my next race! Since before the St. Pat’s Dash in Seattle I’ve been working through the Hal Higdon 10k Novice training program, and it’s going swimmingly. I’m in Week 8 now, the final week of training, and have a 6-miler (furtherst distance evah yo) on Saturday.
Originally I’d planned to run an official 10k this weekend, but with the Great Big Move I’m extending my training by two weeks and running a 12k! That’s right ladies and gents, two additional kilometers for no added price! My race of choice? Just a jaunt on May 1 through downtown Spokane (where?) with 50,000 of my closest buddies: Bloomsday!
I’m pretty excited, and working hard to
coerce encourage my Dad and brothers to join me (my mom, a former runner, is out of the game after a bout with cancer last year; she’s an awesome survivor and champion on a whole different level.)
Happy training to all!
Comes now, the
biggest most pathetic lie J ever told:
One hundred and forty-five pounds? Ha! Me thinks not. I was sitting pretty at 225 pounds about the time this photo was taken. Gee, I sure fooled
the Department of Motor Vehicles nobody.
Also of note: Yes, I have my motorcycle endorsement. I’m cool like that.
That’s right folks: J is blogging for you now from a top secret compound (mom’s house) in a classified and very exotic locale (Eastern Washington state).
This weekend, in five points:
Smile Friday: See those boxes in the background? The packing has begun!
Have a happy Friday,
GPOYW: The This-Is-What-My-Heart-Looks-Like Edition.
I may no longer look this way on the outside, but since losing weight, I feel like I’ve been given a second childhood, one that’s joyful and goofy and fun.
Let’s go play!
[Edit: Note the bona fide Catholic school girl’s uniform. Win!]
I’m joining the fun: Here’s (as I’ve been told since high school) my celebrity look-alike, the Sneaking-this-Self-Portrait-in-at-Work-was-Awkward edition.
What do you think?
Bowling with my favorites after gorging on organic homemade black bean and vegetable enchiladas with pumpkin sauce (no clue on the calories, positive they were delicious) and taking the bikes out for a spin.
Home = Love.
[P.S. Ran into a boy who broke my heart in high school (and again in college) at the alley. He asked for my number. Ah, sweet justice…]