annieology

TV is my drug of choice.

After Coke and chocolate.

And sex.

And maybe a nice vacation.

Or a nap.

But if I can’t have Coke, chocolate, sex, vacations or a nap aren’t available, I’ll take TV.

Oh, and ice cream.

Then TV.

I enjoy it.  It does not require thinking, or decisions.  Of course it can, but if I don’t feel like solving the world’s problems today, then someone else will do it for me and put it together in a nice little half hour, or hour, or maybe two hour present.  When I feel like getting involved, I can.  But I don’t have to.

I do not have the patience to answer your questions about the show I’m watching.  I don’t want to explain the genre, the characters or the plot.  I don’t want to have to explain how we got to this point in the season. I don’t want to debate the validity of the entertainment choice, nor the concept as a whole.

I just want to sit there and let someone else do the work.

This particular incident came up during America’s Got Talent.  Yes, this is a talent show.  No, LeAnn Rimes is not a contestant.  I did not care to explain why AGT is on again tonight, who is responsible for voting contestants through, or her choice of outift or song.  I don’t.  If you prefer to talk with me, I will engage in a conversation covering whether or not Eddie Cibrian is enough of a reason to watch CSI: Miami.  And how I cried when Bobby died.  If you understand the connection, feel free to engage me in conversation during the entertainment, if not I prefer to check my Twitter.

Yes, it seems bitchy.  I am.  This does not mean I hate you.  It only means I like to veg in front of the TV.  And that I’m a bitch.  That is all.  Don’t read more in to than that.

Just so you know, if you don’t care about a running discussion, feel free to leave, no hurt feelings.  See you next time.

Since it is Africa hot here in The City By the Sea, I’ve been running on a treadmill inside.  When I started a couple of months ago I ran barefoot exclusively.  Then, American consumerist that I am, bought shoes to run barefoot in.  I know.  Brilliant marketers.

I bought Vibram Five Fingers, I think I have the KSO’s.  I didn’t so much love them.  It felt like I was  still wearing shoes.  My feet still acted like they were in shoes.  My technique was a pathetic cross between shoes and not.  So, I kept running inside barefoot on the treadmill.

As my mileage increased the treadmill got hotter, and after five miles or so very hot, so out came the shoes.  And I’m running and I’m used to running barefoot now so the shoe thing was less of a problem.  My pace remains under the shuttle time.

Last week, I started running a bit outside.  Vary the terrain and what not.  My brain is not used to running barefoot outside and went back into shoe running mode almost immediately.  The other day I ran 7 miles on the treadmill under a 14 minute pace, which is not hugely fast but I did add mileage so I’m happy.  Take it outside and I can barely get around the block, my feet have turned stupid.  My brain is used to running outside a certain way, yet it is used to running inside a new way.  Throw that all together and it was not pretty.

So, for now, cardio training inside.  Learning how to walk barefoot outside.

It’s a process.

The physical aspect of the half marathon has not been nearly as daunting as the mental aspect.  I way over think it.  All.  The.  Time.  Mileage wise, the math looks good, as long as I can figure out how to run outside.  I am currently nine weeks away and scheduled to run 8 miles today.  Even if I just add one mile a week, theoretically I will be able to run 17  miles in nine weeks.   My mind keeps telling me “you’ve never run 17 miles and it’s gonna be even harder because you can’t even walk outside”.  My mind needs to shut the hell up.  Friday it told me to go and drive the course.  Bad idea.  I got tired DRIVING it, because it was so long.

Time to stop worrying my pretty little head and just do it.  I’m gonna go walk around the block, if I can figure out how to.

Gather your drinks, and gather round.

Earlier in the week, I held a press conference.  Fully intending to apologize for my poor behavior at #HomeHer10.  Well, things did not go exactly as planned and I ended up calling @BackpackingDad a “rumor mongering press whore”.  Yeah #annie2012 – Thankfully he appreciated the press, whore that he is, and now I’m even more famous on the internet. There are Facebook pages and such detailing the scandal in it’s entirety.

That’s right, instead of punishing me for my poor behavior and name calling, the internet has awarded me with (some) fame.  Four minutes after he RT’d me my Sitemeter had so many hits, the half hits on the graph had disappeared.  I really don’t know why Sitemeter graphs half hits.  They don’t even exist.

That’ll teach me.  Now, I’m still trying to get Perez Hilton to hate me for hating him.  No such luck, but when Perez hates me…or Focus on the Family.  Either way.  I don’t care.  Each of them are equally skilled at taking a non-issue (myself) and putting it on the radar because they spend so much time trying to shut it down.  Look, no one ever heard of xyz before you brought it up.

Now, redirect your thoughts back to me…

I have three coughing boys.  The Google says coughing without a high fever or barking is nothing to worry my pretty little head about.  At least not until page 15 of the search results.  Then…then my pretty little head starts getting worried.

This morning I got up at 5 ish and took the littles to the beach to watch a turtle release.  I love going to see them, but if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.  The sunrise was absolutely gorgeous though.  While you are on my tweet photo page, see also the turtles.  Eventually I will transfer the pictures to my computer, but that involves brain function of someone who didn’t get  up at 5 ish.

I’ve started signing up for races, and by signing up, I mean thinking about it, detailing my running related expenses in a budget committee meeting and hoping to get denied so I don’t really have to do it, because if I can blame my finances, which I can’t then I don’t really have to see if I can run a 15 K or a half marathon.  And this is the week that Tony Robbins wasn’t on NBC.  I don’t watch it (yes I do).

Without saying why, people never cease to astound me.  This goes both ways,  good and bad.  The generosity of some people amazes me.  Luckily stupid people are everywhere, so as not to make me too hopeful for humanity.

Well, it’s hard to run seven miles when you are asleep, so I should get to bed so I can wake up and run.

But before I do, this is for Perez and/or Focus – I hate Perez. He’s gay. I’m planning a fake wedding to a girl because we both want Elvis to perform our wedding and our husbands don’t get it.

p.s. That’s a period, not a “because”.  Two separate statements.  #becausesomepeopledontknowenglish