I don't like running. I like to be able to say that I've ran ____ amount of miles...but I don't like to run. I suppose it's the same with a lot of things for me- I like the product, but not the process-with running as the exception, of course (In an attempt to get in shape for my wedding, I was running a half hour a day. You know what it helped me do? Get a lot of reading in- not get rid of the little triangle of arm fat women seem to accumulate between their upper arm and breasts. Later I read that in order to really make a difference with your body, you have to run something like 45 miles a week. No thanks. I could barely lift my legs for a half hour on a treadmill in an air conditioned room.)
I feel bad about this whole hate/hate relationship I have with running. My husband started running a few months ago and he's really getting into the process and the mechanics of it all. I ran the Broad Street run this year to be able to say that I did it and I tried to go out for some runs this and last week but it just reinforced my original thought: I hate runnning. We'll just have to stick to our other common interests and that's fine with me. He can have it.
Yesterday Isrut asked mentioned that I should blog b/c she thinks that I'd have some funny/quirky things to say. I tried before...and wasn't impressed with myself and deleted them all. I suppose I'll give it a try but I'm going to use a crutch (remember the product/process statement?) My sister bought Todd a book for Christmas: Listography. He can have running, I'm stealing his book. Here goes.
List places you've lived. (yawn)
3600 Huey-Born there and grew up.
1. Lauren and I used to fight which side was ours in our bedroom.
2. Helping Lauren counti the slats in the fence in the driveway when she borrowed Madge's car while she was away incase she counted which slat the car was parked by.
2. Realizing that people could see in the window when it was dark out when I had the lights on while throwing a party with mom out of town...dad pulled up...neat.
341 Upland.
1. Jackie reminded me that there was a secret passage way that went from our room to dad and Grace's room. Pretty awesome.
519 Windemere.
1. Peeker neighbors.
2. Finding out that grapefruit juice is a decent beverage.
759-7 Naamans Rd.
1. Stolen car with 200+ CDs in the front seat. It 'turned up' nine months later.
2. Daily four mile walks in the morning up and down Naamans Rd.
3. First apartment.
541 Chester Pike
1. People walking in still thinking it was a dentists office. I suppose it was our fault for leaving the door unlocked.
2. Biggest closet I had to my self in my entire life.
3. Living with three other chicks and a dude.
4. Nailing down the art of passive aggressive house cleaning.
5. Bud/Nascar/ebay phase.
300 W. Jefferson
1. Shacked up.
2. Got kitties.
3. Got engaged.
4. Our neighbor Sylvia
811 Aston Mills
1. First mortgage.
I could get all nostalic about these places being the scenery of the history of my life...but instead I'll play wall ball at work.
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