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Running thoughts

Earlier this year I decided that resuming running would be a fabulous idea. The opportunity to act on this thought was, however, rather slim; a late and lengthy commute saw me home at past 8 pm most days, and the prospect of cozy pjs and eating a toasted bagel while perusing the daily news was a greater temptation than a lonely trek down a dark – and therefor slightly creepy – trail.

A fortunate change to this situation arose some 4 weeks ago, and last weekend I started my training. I am pathetically out of shape, and manage to alternate huffing through a 0.1 mile run and walking the same distance about 5 times. But 1/2 mile of running + 1/2 mile of walking = 1 mile more than eating a toasted bagel and reading the news achieved, so I hold out hope that my persistence will lead to a generally healthier lifestyle.

I had an interesting experience while running: I pictured myself, lean and ponytailed, swiftly gaining the wooded trail near my house. Afterwards I had a sense of accomplishment even though I am not exactly lean and my hair needs about 2 more inches of growth in order to achieve ponytailability. I wonder how others who run may similarly fantasize. The Oatmeal provides me with some clues plus some reassurance that I am not evil when I eat half a box of bite-size Butterfingers.


The running bug has invaded many corners of my life, including style. I suddenly find myself designing a knock-off Narciso Rodriguez creation I call the track dress due to its track-suit striping.


I also find myself perusing Zappos for far too long in search of the perfect running shoe: comfy toe box, arch support, plenty of cushioning, and a rigid sole.

I do this while forgetting to empty the garbage, vacuum up the dust, check my calendar. And while these things are important, they are also distractions from the essential voice of the trail, which creates the space into which my thoughts of trees and ocean and wind can beautifully inhabit. So it’s nice to have the time to forget, and to remember.


Transported Back in Time

I decided to watch Star Trek: TNG again. Just finished season 1, episode 5 (The Last Outpost), and remembered this as the one that hooked me on the series way back when. The ensemble was just beginning to click, and this was the first episode where the theme of respecting exploration began to develop some subtlety.

Plus, this is the first time viewers are introduced to the Ferengi, who utter these delicious words: ‘It’s true: you work with your females, arm them, and force them to wear clothing. Sickening!’


Darth Kitty



I’m not a frequent re-blogger – but I loved this and had to share.  Check out this, and other inventive posts, at Geeks are Sexy

Help me Obama-wan Kenobe …

It’s nice to know that intelligent government is not always an oxymoron.

Thanks to Brit in California for the heads-up on this important issue.  

I always wanted to be a princess …

As the youngest of three girls, I was typically the last of the kids to choose a Halloween costume. And inevitably, one of the older girls picked a princess costume before I had a chance to make my wishes known.

This year, I made my childhood fantasy a reality.