Addiction

Everyone has an addiction of some sort. Something they just can't live without. Cooking, drugs, booze, shopping, photography, napping, etc. Mine has finally come to surface; running. I think I'm an addict. I've just spent the last hour looking up all the races in Canada and which ones I would like to go do. I have enough Airmiles that this could possibly be a reality.

PEI in October is having the BMO Marathon. I do believe I'm going to go do that. I even found the place that Rob and I stayed at when we did our cross-country tour. Best part: it would be cheap!!!! I have enough Airmiles to fly for free, a one bedroom cottage is only $60 or $80 a night. I would have to rent a car in Halifax but that wouldn't be much. PLUS who could say no to PEI in the freakin' FALL!!!!!!

I also happened to find out when Maui's marathon is... September 18th. And it amazingly starts in the same town that my parents just bought a condo in. So that trip would be doable.

Is this my new holiday addiction? For awhile it was golfing all over with Matthew. It made going places fun because you had a purpose other than just going there.

And the best part, I don't mind going by myself. Weird, I know. Most people can't stand the thought of traveling alone, but I don't care. If people do come, that's just a bonus in my mind.

But we'll see how next Sunday goes as it is my first Half and I might not want to do it again. Although I highly doubt it. :o)

Breakfast

I got up this morning at 5:45am as I am being picked up by some friends at 7am so we can go for a run. Today we're doing the Half marathon section of Stanley Park. You go around the park and up the hill to Prospect Point then down and around. We thought we should run this because they throw the hill in at the 12K marker. Bastards.

I'm not the biggest fan of eating when I first wake up. My sister April basically rolls out of bed and eats immediately. I admire that. I know you should have breakfast blah blah healthy blah blah stops you from over eating all day blah blah blah. But my stomach seems to be closed for at least an hour if not two after I get up. Which makes these morning runs a bit more difficult. That was until I discovered my favorite breaky that I can eat right away: a poached egg with a dab of hot sauce and HP sauce and one avocado with salt and pepper. Sometimes I can't eat it all, but it seems to work. My friend Dave makes the BEST hot sauce, super hot and yummy on eggs, so I look forward to it especially because the hot sauce's flavour really brings out the flavour of coffee (I always drink a cup or two with breaky).

This morning the sun is shining and it's suppose to be 18 degrees today!!!!! YAYAYAYAYA!!!!! Here's hoping that I don't want an afternoon nap!!!!!

Random

I don't really have anything in particular to type about, so I'll type about different things that come to mind.

As I sit here on this fine, early Sunday morning, my mind starts working overtime and is now freaking me out. My half marathon is two weeks away from today. I signed up for this adventure back in November after my last race. Five full months of training.... no problem!!!! Everything went swimmingly well until I hurt my leg and had to stop training for a month. Three weeks ago I started again so hopefully five weeks of training is good enough :o)

I love the mornings. Especially Sunday morning's. Everything is so quiet right now, even Broadway!!! The odd bus goes by, but that's about it. It's nice to sit here at the table, sipping coffee, listening to my house sleep. Well, everyone is asleep but Fred. He's sitting at the table in the chair next to me, as he always does. Even when I eat dinner Fred takes a seat at the table. It's kind a cute.

Last night was Christine's birthday party. She was so funny I think I almost peed. Almost. She had sprained her ankle and Jay didn't want her to dance. However, C dances. That's just what she does and you can't stop her so it was really funny watching the two of them in the kitchen. (you probably had to be there). Anyway, I love their relationship. They, like most people, hit a small bump in the road awhile back but that bump was probably the best thing that ever happened to them. They seem to be on the same page and madly in love with each other which is super awesome to see. All anybody ever wants (or at least me) is to see their peeps happy. And C is most certainly happy.

Well, I guess I should get dressed. I'm meeting some friends at the park shortly so we can do 16K this morning. Ugh.

Balance

Balance is an important part of life. You must have balance, or the illusion of, in order to not completely collapse into a pile of mush and become part of the earth. Or hold yourself and cry in the corner of a dark room. hahahaha

Lately I've been challenged to find balance. To partake in a juggling act now known as MY LIFE. I've discovered that the number one way to find balance and not lose control is to not lose your mind and just_don't_care about things you have no control over. So much energy can be wasted on reacting to things that you just might not have control over.

Here is an example:

Rob gave his notice at the beginning of March to move out of his apartment by April 1st. Now, if it were me I would have immediately started to pack. A little a time, but gradually get it done. Seeing as how most of the stuff was going into our storage locker I would have done that prior to the end of the month because we are moving the office at the end of the month. Why complicate things by moving two places at once? WELL...... On the evening of March 30th I showed up at his apartment after work to discover that Mr. Mayhew didn't do anything. Nothing. Not one box was packed, not one room was cleaned..... I couldn't believe it. So I did what any loving person would do: attack the bathroom. I had it packed and cleaned within 20 minutes. I would have done more but I had to go to a Strata Council meeting (because I thought I didn't have enough to do, I joined strata).

I left Rob in his apartment, on hold with Telus. The next afternoon, now the 31st, we arrive back at his apartment only to discover that he didn't do anything after I had left. Nothing. Not one box was packed, not one room was cleaned. I couldn't believe it. So once again I did what any loving person would do: attack the entire apartment. His friend Joel came by (thank god) to help load up the van Rob had rented. OH, did I mention that early in the day Robbie went to get a storage locker he upgraded, got us a couple months free (yay!) but the catch: we had to be out of our old locker by 8pm that night. OH_MY_GOD. I could have killed him.

Lots of people would have reacted badly to the above situation. However I didn't because losing my mind wouldn't solve anything. It wouldn't have made us go back in time and have everything done in a neat and orderly way. It wouldn't have changed anything . So why bother? Why waste energy on things that just_wouldn't_change if you did?

Sigh, there's more to type but alas I'm wanted at the old office.

Sigh

This won't be a very long blog entry because I just don't have time right now to blog, but I didn't want my fans to think I was gone forever. Yes, all five of you or whatever. hahahaha. Anyway, stay tuned, I do plan on writing something at some point. Maybe tonight!