"here she goes awandering... "
wow. i really am proud of myself. i ran almost three miles today... well, tonight.
i got home from the raniers game... we left at the seventh inning stretch, b/c wow have the raniers had a bad series against the fresno grizzlies. i went to three of the four games... and they guys have been really good up until now. they have been playing well all season. my parent's friend steve said that it's b/c they keep moving mariners down from the big leagues. lol... that's pretty funny but i still think it sucks. i feel bad for the mariners... I'M still a fan. even tho they suck this season. but honestly, they weren't playing all that well for most of last season either. and i guess that's okay... some teams just have off years. we aren't the yankees... we can't buy new players whenever we feel like it just so we can win. we'll tough it out and win when we deserve it. okay i'm done ranting. lol. but anyway...
i told myself that i wasn't going to go for more than one day without running... and i didn't run yesterday. however, i woke up late today (that means like... um 3 ish) b/c i couldn't sleep last night... i stayed up almost until five... i wrote my future husband (who my mom says is jeremy reed... he's an up and coming outfielder... she's decided i'm marrying him before he makes it big. he's only 22... that's not bad. 5 year difference... that could TOTALLY work!) a letter last night... then i prayed for him (and me) for awhile. i just needed to. but anyway... that meant that i didn't wake up till late, and then i decided that i would go to the game and watch the dallas cowboy cheerleaders. but jen needed to learn the ropes of cleaning my dad's office, b/c she'll be doing it while i'm at malibu. and i normally clean on sundays... but tomorrow is her and jared's anniversary. 6 months i think... not sure tho. but so i told her that we could do it sat. night... so that meant go to the office by like 5... we got there late tho. oh well. so then it was off to the game... i like kickin it with the rents sometimes... oh lesego, if you're reading this... sorry for never calling you back! i forgot. sorry girl. so then we headed home during seventh inning stretch, b/c the boys were down 0-8... suck. that's how they ended it too. at least they didn't let anymore in. whatever. THEY BETTER START DOING BETTER! so jen's car was at my house, so she drove home, and i got my running crap on... wore pants with pockets at my mother's request so that i could take my phone in case i was raped... and then i headed out. at like 10 something. then i ran down cirque to grandview, grandview all the way up to the street past the mormon church, turned in cuz that's jen's neighboorhood, ran through there to jen's house, jogged in place while i waited for her... we ran back out her neighboorhood to grandview, then up that damned hill on olympic and back to her street. my mom picked me up, and then she drove it... and she said that it was one tenth of a mile short of three miles. now, i can't honestly remember the last time i ran three miles. but i'm sure that i never did it without stopping. which makes me really really happy... i'm going to be in shape for soccer!! but i think i broke my cd player... i should really run w/o one now, b/c i should just get used to it. but i don't run as well w/o music... lol i don't know. i'm just proud that i'm finally getting back into shape... that's like 10 or 11 miles this week. i haven't ever done this... like run consistantly. i have to keep it up... ESPECIALLY when i get to malibu. b/c i don't want to get there, and then lose all the progress i've made. tomorrow should be fun... church, then a nap, b/c i don't normally wake up during the real morning, so i'll need a pick-me-up... then shopping around with mom. i have to go shopping soon for a certain someone's birthday... and then i think i might take my mom to the movies or something. maybe SHE'LL see farenheit 911 with me. hm. that's a thought... but i'm tired so it's off to bed with me... and i feel like i deserve it. i love being able to be proud of myself, b/c i accomplished something. not like overtly proud.... not cocky... b/c i know that #1 so many people could do so much better and #2 God gave me the gift to do what i've done... but i'm just proud that i did it. i challenge myself... so when i come out on the good side, that makes my day.
ANYONE UP FOR A RUN? where's michael when i need him....