
Journal Journal: Slashdot moves
And I can't post anymore. Is it because I is blocking the referrer? Well, I can apparently write in my journal.
Shame I've still got nothing to say...
Funky
And I can't post anymore. Is it because I is blocking the referrer? Well, I can apparently write in my journal.
Shame I've still got nothing to say...
Funky
Fans. I have fans. I am deeply, deeply concerned, that 10 (count 'em) people have decided they are my fans. Already, I fell the pressure
Why are they my fans?
What motivated them?
These things keep me awake at night. Well, that and the World Series.
... and with the eating, drinking and carousing, I should feel like shit except:
i) My lovely sister kept me on the straight and narrow re:food. Tortillas and salad are not really my cup of tea, but if the alternative is to make something myself, they'll do.
ii) I just ran quite well, despite my first real long Sunday run (only 10-11 miles, but you've gotta start somewhere). 54 minutes round the bakeries, feeling a little unsure around the middle but with a good strong finish. Dare I be confident? No. Theres too long to go now, and I know what a grind it can become.
Today, though, I'm positive.
For my own personal perusal, when the dark and the rain makes the whole experience utterly miserable, here are the reasons why I'm determined to enjoy this marathon more than the others (not that they were, bad; or at least not in retrospect):
Later: Yowsers, that last run was a beaut! Good pace, strong finish. If only they were all that good
I'm not much of a blogger. I've never kept a diary, its as much as I can do keep my address book and appointment list up to date... but, I am usually pretty good at keeping a running log as the training builds up before the couple of marathons I've run, so I'll try and steal some of slashdot's bandwidth make a few notes
Some preliminaries:
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