Captain Jack
Mood:  chillin'
Now Playing: Life's a Bitch by ShOOTER
Topic: Marathon
I woke up this morning dreaming that not only did I work for George W, but that I also lived in the same two-story house in the suburbs with him and Mrs. Bush and all their staffers. I had a meeting I thought Mr. Bush needed to take but he was refusing. I had been up all night working and there was an empty pizza box and wrappers from almost an entire bag of miniature chocolate candy bars spread all over the kitchen table with my papers. While I was upstairs trying to convince Mrs. Bush that the President needed to take this meeting, the other staffers were waking up and wandering downstairs and finding the remains of my late-night binge. What a horrible way to wake up!! Not only did I have a job that would no doubt frustrate me every minute of every day, but I was actually dealing with my dream frustration with dream binge eating! (When I told Scott, he made the comment that if I were going to binge, doing so in my dreams was probably healthier than doing it while I was awake.) On top of that, I had "Captain Jack" by Billy Joel playing in my head--a song about how alcohol/drugs can solve all your problems. Needless to say, I was in the pissiest mood this morning.

Scott brought me out of that with an encouraging email this morning, though, and the day improved.

I did my short run tonight, and while I didn't love it, I hung in there. My mind wanted to stop after 30 minutes, but because of the way the long run went on Sunday, I really want to hold myself to 45 minutes on the two short runs this week. So at the 30 minute mark, I started spontaneously making a list in my head of all the reasons why I was going to keep running tonight, and it turned out to be a really great tool. I'll have to remember that one. I finished in a good mood and had no problems with either my lungs or my left arch! In my book, that counts as a good session.

I feel like I'm going into June with some good momentum. I just have to keep building on that because things are going to get really crazy really quickly after June 7 when we hear definitively about Hans's new job. We will have only a few weeks to figure out whether we want to try to buy a house in Greensboro or go back to living in an apartment (we have been really spoiled by living in the townhouse here and the Queen Anne condo in Seattle, and really even by the townhouse apartment building we managed in Edmonds, and are having a difficult time thinking about high density apartment living again.), and what we're going to do about a second car. And packing. I escaped all the packing with the move from Seattle to Wake Forest because I was in Raleigh and the move was unexpected, so Hans took care of everything. This time, he may be in Seattle for training, which means the packing will fall to me. Hans is thinking this would be true justice and is hoping that if I have to pack everything, maybe I'll be inclined to throw or give away more things. Silly man.