randoms on 4/30
It is now in full countdown mode: 4 weeks until I jet off to the DR. Woo hoo! That means I need to make every attempt at clean living to shave off the excess weight I’m carrying. I feel it when I run, when I am sedentary, when I breathe, when I put on clothes. It sucks. Big time.
Yesterday, I had a 4-mile race. The first mile was quite possibly the slowest mile I have ever run. I don’t know why, it started out exactly how almost every other 4-mile race does in Central Park. I just felt like a snail moving along. But at least I was moving along. Miles 2 and 3 were a bit faster, even with the rolling hills, but I did have to take walking breaks. The difference is that the walking breaks were a lot shorter than I had been taking the past few races. The fourth mile, though, was completely different. I hit my stride. It actually felt good to be running. I picked up my snail’s pace and finished strong. I was pleased with myself at the end of the run. I’m not always. When I got home later to check my time, it wasn’t there in the results. I mildly freaked out and was really annoyed. I had a good run, better than my last 4 or 5 and it wasn’t recorded???? But thankfully there was a glitch in the system that was fixed and all is good. My results were recorded and posted and I get credit for completing it. Yay!
On Friday, I was out celebrating a male friend’s birthday. I’ve known him for 12 years now and he’s one of the best guys I know. Towards the end of the night (around 2AM), those of us who were still out started joking that the birthday boy and I should have babies, cause they’d be pretty damn cute babies. If only they all knew that I was only like 10% joking. Get ready for a very un-PC comment…I’ve always wanted little black babies. Always have, always will. I used to say it all the time. All my friends know. Hell, even St. Elmo used to say that unless we adopted, I missed my chance of having little black babies by being with him and he’d warn me not to kidnap any little cuties I saw in the street/subway/etc.
Anyhoo, not much else. I have a birthday dinner tomorrow with some awesome friends. I’m so looking forward to it, but just to see them, not to actually acknowledge my bday.
Kiefer and I were watching TV the other day and saw this little black girl with the cutest hair, and I said, “I hope our baby has hair like that.” He said we’ll need to adopt to get a child with hair like that.