a nail broke…or something, did something just annoying enough that i had to fiddle with it (having already chipped off all the polish from last night). and it kept annoying me, so i ended up biting it. and fucking things up… so i just bit them all…fuck fuck fuck. and i was doing so good, too! sonofabitch.
i need to figure out a way to get out of this funk, or whatever the fuck it is that’s screwing with my process.
right now it is 82 degrees in fair cambridge. fuckin’ balmy & shit all over massachusetts. 80 fuckin 2 degrees! i’m sure soon enough i’ll be bitching about how ungodly humid and unbearable it is, but sonofabitch, i forgot what a temperature over 60 degrees is like!
for those who don’t know, there is no middle ground in new england. “temperate” is never an option.
images of a wayward soul – nina simone
i could listen to this all day…and i just might.
…19 days until i make a complete and utter fool of myself. and i still don’t know the race route for certain. and outdoor running kind of baffles me at this point, though i do have an ipod holder-thingie (i’ve lost the word for it) en route…but i’m still not sure what i should do race day. my keys? T pass? etc.? wtf? scooter says i should get a fanny pack — belt of the gods, says robbie roadsteamer — but um…ugh. also, no matter how much i go to the gym, it doesn’t seem to be making a difference. in fact, i may have gained weight in the last 3-4 weeks. shit shit shit. yeah, 3.1 miles isn’t much, but still…i’m bound to be last i fear, unless they let retards or cripples run too. the bottom line is, i’m completely freaked about this. race day draws nigh…
in other news, merely 23 days till nick gets here. yay! that’s a much better countdown, ya heard.
