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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!

XOXO,

J

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:

• U-haul trailer for moving your stuff across the state to pursue a Masters degree: $150. Gas for the road: $70. Two brothers and a dad who will lift everything for you: Priceless.
• I ran 5.5 miles Saturday morning. Let me repeat that: I RAN 5.5 MILES! Can you believe it? When I first began running at the start of the year, I joked with friends that my ultimate goal would be to run 6 miles at a time, so, you know, I could be one of those superfit girls who can eat whatever she wants. Ha! I never thought I’d actually be this close to running 6 miles at once without stopping. And next Saturday? That six-miler is mine. (But that part about eating whatever I want? Um, still hasn’t quite happened. A girl can dream though…)
• Speaking of food: Teriyaki chicken. Tacos. Spaghetti. Oh home cooking, you slay me.
• Dear Source Code makers, your movie was dumb. Dear Jake Gyllenhaal, call me sometime. Let’s make our own alternate realities… (nudge, nudge, wink, wink)
• I found an old photograph of the Ile St. Louis, Paris that used to hang on my wall. I put it up again, because it’s lovely and whimsical, and because I plan to find myself in France sometime within the next year-and-a-half. Who knows, maybe I’ll come upon the unframed version of the Le Monde des Chimères, sit at a table by the window and sip wine, being all kinds of très chic. Wanna join me?

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…]