Showing posts with label running. Show all posts
Showing posts with label running. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Re-definition

Hello!

Cromy-Crom (the other XC coach) is back from vacation now. He's a bit concerned about me; not because I missed 8:30 practice yesterday, but my (explanation of) why.

You see, what happened was... I fell asleep at 6:45, which isn't a weird time for me to be going to sleep these days. I got up at 9.

Upon hearing this, he got That Look... the one of "fatherly concern". He drilled me about possible reasons why, which I sheepishly answered, promising to go to bed earlier. Not like it would help.

Anyway, I got more sleep last night, due to the fact that I went to bed earlier, when I felt sickly. I slept until noon today, putting me at a good 8-ish hours of sleep if you factor in my hour-long siesta.

While I was running today, I was thinking about the term "rebonjour". I learned this word when I read Words in a French Life by Kristin Espinasse, a book my dad had found at the used bookstore a few months ago and purchased.

In France, if you want to seem even more odd to the French, just say "Hello" one time too many. Les Français don't understand the Anglophone affinity for repeating "Hello" at another point in a twenty-four-hour time frame. The French say "Bonjour" once-- point final.
That said, the Frenchies have come up with a way to regree one another, using the ultrapopular term rebonjour.
~From Words in a French Life, pg 236

I was thinking about it because while Mixtape and I ran our four miles in the woods behind the college near the Gardens, we kept seeing this couple running with their unleashed dogs. I smiled and said "Hello!', and they apologized for their happy pups running up to us and excitedly greeting these sweaty barely-clothed high schoolers, and smiled and waved as they continued their own run. We saw them again a few miles later, and I greeted them, laughing, saying "Hello again!" They replied "Hiya!" and kept running. I wasn't feeling relating to French at that point, but now it strikes me; rebonjour.

Hello again.

Now that I think about it, we say "Hello again" to a lot of things. For many people, each day is a "hello again". As in, "hello again, world!", and then they do the same things they have already done.

I am one of these people right now, with the exception of Random Adventures. My life is in a "hello again" stage right now. I don't like it. I'm prone to periods of Urge-to-Flee, where I can't sit still, can't focus, and generally just want to elsewhere, doing something else with my time. I'm not unhappy with my life, per se, but I'm not entirely content with it, either.

This prompts me to ask: why not change?

When there's an issue in your life, something you aren't satisfied with; why not change it? Change your perspective. Change your interactions with people. Change your relationships. Change your activities. Change your focus, your priorities, your use of your time. It's better than saying "hello again" to whatever it is in your life that isn't giving you a fresh new day, EVERY day.

Elphaba is a brilliant person. She notices things about people and situations, and acts to correct problems. Yet, the boy she liked has been confusing her for a few days. She told him about her feelings a few days after he got a girlfriend, and he promised that, despite being unable to respond well to her confession (since he had a girlfriend and was graduating), the two of them would remain friends.

Recently, he broke up with his girlfriend. The two of them have been talking on FIM for a while, and for awhile, he's been pretty unresponsive. His intial reaction and response in contrast to his more recent emotions and behavior confused Elphaba. She disliked the change in the relationship, and missed his friendship. Finding her bravery, she sent him a message, saying:

"You say that you like me too much to let us not be friends, yet what we have right now isn't a friendship. A friendship isn't having a one-sided conversation or having to struggle to keep a conversation. It isn't awkward and random 'hi, how are you's'. If this relationship is too awkward for you please let me know because right now it isn't a friendship. I'm starting to regret ever telling you THAT I had a crush because I liked our friendship before and it's not the same without it."

After she shared that message with me, I realized something: my whatever with Dumbo is kinda like that recently. It's not a friendship. It's me, trying to hold on to a boy who has nothing to tie him to me, except the thin WHATEVER-this-relationship-is. It's me being pathetic, sending him an email at midnight and rambling about randomness, texting him when I feel like it, and not expecting an answer.

I think it's time to re-define.

Elphaba's on to something, there; that isn't friendship. What is it, then? Is there a word for a partial relationship? (one word. not two ;))

Re-defining, to me, seems like it is figuring out what is going on with your life, figuring out the reasons behind it, and fixing what you can.

I like the idea; I think I may try to re-define my life and relationships. How do I describe my days? Boring. I would like to say they are all worthwhile, fun, or just good. Am I happy? Not particularly. I'd like to be content, even happy. The problem is figuring out what I need to do to achieve that.

I have a pretty good idea what I need to start with, so I'm going to go do that now.

Best wishes!
-Aly

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Fourth of July Weekend

Hihi!

Okay, so Molly is BACK! In the UNITED STATES!
Except now she's at Christian Camp with Rorito. They have a cabin with Jamber, the AWFULLY TERRIBLE EX-FRESHMAN from the cross-country team last year!
The SAME girl in regards to whom I said the "F" word... for the first time ever. [interesting story...]

I feel sorry for them. That's awful. It's quite amusing, though. I mean... Jamber... she almost got expelled this past year for indecent *cough* actions while at school. She had/has? a fiance... and two Hispanic guys got into a BIG FIGHT over her. The gym teacher jumped on one of them. o.O

Anyway.

This past weekend was AMAZING, despite the fact that I'm sorta-kinda grounded and I have-or-had (I'm not sure) my driving privileges revoked (by my mother. I was home 7 minutes after curfew on Thursday).

Saturday, July 4th
HAPPY BLOW THINGS UP IN HONOR OF OUR NATION'S BIRTHDAY DAY/
Happy Fourth of July/
Happy Independence Day

Saturdays are Long Run Days, but because there weren't many people in town, Coach Wow decided that we would run at The Gardens at 9:00 (a compromise time, since we didn't want to get up). Only four people showed up, plus Coach Wow. She promised us a Special Treat if we showed up, but then Debeast emailed everybody the wrong time, so only those of us who showed up to practice on Friday knew what was actually going on.

As it turns out, The Gardens are a good place to have a long run. At least, they were Saturday. We only went five miles, except for Coach Wow and Shuffle, who were like "LET'S GO SEVEN! JALWOULJFFJLA! :D!"

Which APPARENTLY, was a bad idea, because Coach Wow fell and injured herself. They were just running along, all happy and chatting, and then BAM! Coach Wow tumbles over a root, cuts up her elbow, and possibly breaks her arm. Normally, such an occurrance is very rare, due to the fact that we KNOW where ALL THE ROOTS are. I think it was the mental oddness resulting from the extra mileage. Running that far on a different route is bound to mess with your mind.

The battle wound was bleeding quite a bit, so when they came back (at a much more subdued pace), Nico, Mixtape, and I freaked out. It was pouring blood, and looked awful. Coach Wow spent a while testing her elbow for alignment and any serious injury (like a dislocation), even doing half-pushups to make sure it wasn't broken. Our question was "What if it actually is broken?"... that would have hurt quite a bit. Luckily, she's alright.

The Special Treats she brought for us were ... "Special". Popsicles; Strawberry, Cotton Candy, or Lemonade, with a GUMMY CANDY in the tip. The Gummy Candy was brown and squishy... and tasted awful. Yet we each managed to eat two Popsicles anyway; only 35 calories, whoohoo! :D [pshh. Calories.]

Anyway, after returning home and taking a short (coughnicelongwarmcough) shower, Mom's friends started arriving. They were all late, actually. Karin and her boyfriend, Steve (I don't think his name is Steve but I don't remember his name and he seemed like a Steve) arrived, and then Sue and Bob arrived (an hour...or more... later) with their kids, Laura (who I was tutoring in French for a while) and Brian.

Steve is a new addition to the group, but I know Laura and Brian relatively well. Our families hung out around Christmas, and Brian and I had a 3-hour long Mario Kart Wii battle, which I think he won... by a small margin. So generally, I know him as MarioKartBoy, and I dreaded wasting another three hours of lifetime battling him at a stupid game because we are both so competitive that we refuse to admit defeat.

LUCKILY!, we avoided that this time, though I did almost hurt the boy because he's a Close-Minded-Football-Player-Conservative-Jerkwad. We ended up watching Taken downstairs (in the Cave), and he went on a Rant about How Safe America Is In Regards To Foreign Countries. I ignored his comment, and later looked up international crime rates to prove his stupidity. For the record, I was right, and he is incorrect.
Go America: http://www.nationmaster.com/graph/cri_tot_cri-crime-total-crimes *sarcasm*

Eventually, they left (after Brian and I got into a fight with "Bubbelz", the hardcore 42-oz bottle of Grape Bubbles that Elphaba and I bought at the Dollar Store last movie night), and I fled to Molly's house.

After convincing her parents that we WOULD be home by 7:15 for dinner, Molly and I climbed into my car, only to realize that there was a BIG HUGE RED FIREANT on my seat, heading in the General Direction of my "bahonkus" (as Rorito would say). This, of course, frightened us quite a bit, so we SPAZZZZZED out. There was screaming, jumping, pointing, more screaming, laughter, and yelling. Eventually I banished the ant from the car, and we calmed down enough to buckle up and begin our adventures.

Molly and I drove around for an hour or so, with the intent of creeping people like Bingo, Crant, and Benjamin. This plan failed because Bingo wasn't home, and we knew Benjamin wouldn't be home for awhile. So, we called Our Sophomore, Nwells, and informed her that we'd be coming to see her momentarily. But of course, I got lost in the three blocks from Bingo's house to Nwell's. We called again for directions, before realizing that I had passed it. By the time I parked in her driveway, the two of us were in hysterics again, and Nwells seemed a bit scared for our sanity.

Once we learned that Nwell's older brother wasn't home, we glanced at the time and grammed out of there, slower than a waterbuffalo running a 200 meter race. We scrambled (like eggs) to Benjamin's house to hear about his GIRLFRIEND FROM CAMP IN TEXAS! The story is cute. Shy, awkward, nerdy love. Awww. :)
We realized that we have made a Big Impact on his life, due to his Hug Training. Without the Hug Training, he wouldn't have Hugged his Girlfriend, which would be downright shameful. Thankfully, though, Benjamin is well-skilled in giving and receiving hugs now.

Once we had all the dirt on Benjamin and his Shy, Awkward, Nerdy Love, we proceeded to Crant's house, ran in for five minutes, told him the very abbreivated tale, and then fled once more. We confused his mother; she's used to us barging in and refusing to leave for large amounts of time.
...That's kind of sad, actually.

After consuming Tiny "Great American" (ORGANIC! Therefore okay!) Burgers on Large Sesame Seed Buns (to Compensate), we drove to my house until Molly's parents could pick us up to take us to see Fireworks. Except we forgot about our earlier Grand Scheme to kidnap Benjamin, so we wasted quite a bit of time on the road exiting my neighborhood, stalling with Monkeyface and her parents in the car, looking like a weird cluster of creepy people. Once we finally got ahold of the oh-so-elusive Benjamin, we sped over to his house, picking up him and Griffen, his friend and neighbor, whom Rorito hates for a silly reason.

Then... we went to see Failworks, because there was never a big enough BOOM!, and the show was rather uninteresting. Elphaba had amazing fireworks in FL, but here in NC, they lack enthusiasm or entertainment.

When I got home, Dad and I decided to watch Raising Arizona, which had memorable quotes (I'll put some at the end). I texted some of them to Dumbo and Elphaba, but Dumbo was a Lameface and never responded. He probably was a bit scared. Oh well. Elphaba thought it was funny, but then again, we send retarded quotes to each other on a regular basis. I got really sleepy après (after) drinking purple/indigo soda and eating lots of ice cream, but that wore off quickly once I went to my room. I stayed up until 3 or 4 AM, which is relatively early for me these days, and then slept until 11:30ish the next day.

Sunday, July 5th
Molly and I, being the amazing people that we are, decided to go to a late lunch at the Bagel Bakery, after which, we planned to Creep Bingo and claim our presents from his trip to Costa Rica.

Little did we know, when we entered the Bagel Bakery, that Bingo, as well as Forester, were already there... eating sandwiches. Just like we were about to do. It was a really freakily random coincidental "life-event". There were lots of hugs, and when Molly and I bought Giant Cinnamon Rolls with a Lot of Frosting, the two of them employed begging, pleading, puppy dog eyes, and other methods of beseeching while trying to convince us to share. Eventually, we shared and they proclaimed our great kindness. "Thriller" played, so Forester danced in his seat... but refused to get up to dance, because the choreographer from the play he and Bingo are in was at the Bagel Bakery as well.

Afterwards, the four of us drove to Bingo's house to retrouvez (retrieve) our cadeaux (gifts); Forester and I realized that our cars are Family-- we both have '01 Subarus [he has a Forester, of course; I have an Outback... the same color as his mother's Outback, coincidentally]. He declared that we MUST go "off-roading" sometime. Whee! [Oh, presents! Bingo got me a necklace with pink-orange beads and Molly a dog figure with a sign that says "WELCOME!" in Spanish, except that broke, so SuperDuperGlue.]

Finally, we had to leave... because Molly was leaving for Christian Camp with Rorito, and hadn't finished packing. I drove away just as Rorito came to pick her up.

Monday, July 6th
I couldn't fall asleep until 6:45 this morning, and I was supposed to run at 8:30. I woke up at 9. That's kind of sad, actually.

I wasted most of my day until 4ish, when I drove over to the Theatre to pick up Bingo, and DID NOT GET LOST! (That's new.) We drove to the Grocery Store, where we saw Molly's mom, who gave me 50 million hugs because she misses Molly quite a bit and I'm her "daughter". Kangaroo-kiddo was late, so I ate stinky cheese, which I had to follow up with cookies to get rid of the ew taste. The three of us -illegally ;)- drove around the creepy side of town, upon realizing that the restaurant we were going to was closed.

We eventually ended up at Mayberry's, a local ice cream shop. Bingo failed and copied my food, and then the waitress gave us "God Herpes" (don't ask). Kangaroo-kiddo is a Custard Snob, so we drove to the OTHER side of town (DOWNTOWN!), drove around looking for a parking spot, parked the wrong way, became confused by a parking meter, were frightened by a garbage truck, and finally, thieved custard from her dad's store (where she works). As it turns out, Kangaroo-kiddo does have a reason to be a Custard Snob... SO YUMMY! :D

Randomly, Rhymenoceros called Bingo (they had a Big Fight a few days ago and this was the first time they had spoken to each other since), prompting another trip BACK to the other side of town, to Rhymenoceros's house, where Forester was, too. Kangaroo-kiddo and I weren't invited to stay; Rhymenoceros isn't overly fond of me, it would seem.

The two of us had our revenge though; I now know where Rhymenoceros lives, and Kangaroo-kiddo directed me to Forester's house, where I met his mother. She is quite awesome, and does in fact have a twin car.

Now I've been home for a long time. I haven't accomplished anything except re-designing the blog template. (You like? :)) [Credit goes to some random person on some random site that I really don't remember the name of. oops.]

I have a headache. Ow.
I need to get something down now, though.

I hate insomnia.

QUOTES:
  1. Brian [creepily]: "I know what you did last summer."
    Aly: "I know what your mom did last summer."
  2. Dad: "Take 'em in there and tell 'em: if you don't take 'em we're gonna eat 'em."
  3. Bob: "If we had driven for another thirty minutes, we could be in New Hampshire by now!"
  4. Ed: "DON'T YOU COME BACK HERE WITHOUT A BABY!" [Raising Arizona]
  5. Hayseed in the Pickup: "Son, you got a panty on your head." [Raising Arizona]
  6. Bryan: "Now's not the time for dick-measuring, Stuart!" [Taken]

Hope you have a great day! :)
/Sleep well.
-Aly

P.S. Dad got the job in Nawlins (New Orleans). :'(

Thursday, June 4, 2009

It's Worth it to Get Up in the Morning


Hihi!

Now, I would not say today has been an AMAZING day, because it certainly hasn't.
Exams and study sessions and all.

Y'know, I have never considered myself a "morning person", but I'm discovering that I'm not exactly NOT a morning person.

Due to weather and coloring books, Molly and I did not run yesterday afternoon, as we originally planned. My dad had mentioned to me that I should run in the morning, so that is what we decided to do.

So, each of us got up at 6:00 (as in AM) and went running.

This run wasn't about pace, length (time or distance), or the course. It was about running for the sake of the experience. To train for cross-country and to center ourselves.

If you have NEVER run for the sake of running, please, get a pair of running shoes and go. Don't plan where you're running. Just have your time and know where to start. Have music if you need it (I do). Take it slow. Run as long as you feel like it. Walk if you need to. Stop and stretch. Run again when you're ready. You could say it's a jog-- but the mentality of it; the feeling of flying and the will to drive forward, that's all running. That's you on the road when the sun's low in the sky, alone, seeing only the mist rising above the lake and the green of the woods in spring. Those are your feet on the wet pavement; your legs propelling you forward; your breathing. That is your heartbeat in your chest, giving you strength. And when it's over, that is your sweat that you wipe off your face. Those are your muscles; stronger. Your mind is calm. Your body hurts. And that is a freaking amazing run.

Go run. Run early, before anybody else.
You won't regret it.
I don't, and I know Molly agrees.

<3,
-Aly

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Long Time No Blog

Hi guys :)
it's Molly {finally} YESH I know I haven't blogged in 30,000 years but I've had a bunch to say and I can never find enough time to say it. I don't even know where to start...

*Aly already covered the birthday party (which was awesome times 20) & the fact that this week is the beginning of exams (FAIL)

*My family is driving me insane...actually mostly my brother. He acts like I have to do everything he says so yesterday I started completely ignoring him. THEN when he got in my face I stopped thinking and threw some random nail clippers at him...then i had to talk to him -_-

*Jake is getting bigger! EEK! He's going to tower over poor Fattypants (Journey) before we know it.

*I got to see Crant's art fail (apparently that happens) so I told him I'd show him some writing fail...but I can't o.O they're so bad. They're about as embarrassing as going to school in your underwear

*My computer is FRYING

*THERE ARE ONLY 8 DAYS OF SCHOOL LEFT INCLUDING TODAY SINCE IT'S 12:15am! WOOHOO!

*MAlly really needs to RUN!!!

*Ben & Jerry's wins. I don't care what you say. Ben & Jerry are my favorite. men. ever.

*IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII don't remember anything else I had to say here so I'll just post it as it comes to me I guess...unless I'm at school or something because then I'll have to wait till I get home...yeah. I'm going to stop rambling.

Later,
Molleh

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Fattie Club

Hihi!

XC season is coming up quickly and THE FATTIE CLUB is still around. What?!

Oh yeah.

*eats a few bowls of ice cream*
*feels fat*
*feels guilty*
*decides to run*
*decides is "too busy" to run*
*feels guilt about not running*
*feels guilt about excuses for not running*
*eats more ice cream*
*feels fat*
and the cycle continues.

*is too lazy to break the cycle*

I really don't have much to say.
*is boring*

...this is SO FAIL!
Almost as much as me not being able to figure out my own practice problems... or being unable to stay mad at my friends for very long... meh.

Molly has/had? food poisoning today and yesterday, which I'll say is her excuse for not posting anything. And Sunday was her and Crant's 9-month-anniversary and we had MAlly/Bingo/Crant adventures, which was kinda really awesome. And movies.

Imma go do homework now, and eat more ice cream. Yay Breyer's Mint Chocolate Chip! ♥

Quote For Today:
"I doubt she gave you the stink-eye, that's just how her face looks."
~
Bleaker in Juno

-Aly