![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Mar. 6th, 2013 01:18 pmIt's been busy times lately, so of course a righteous bout of insomnia hit me on the night before my work week began. I was kind of dreading this whole day, knowing I'd be exhausted, but it hasn't been too bad, actually. It's possible I'm a little flakier than usual, but luckily there hasn't been a whole lot going on. No real opportunities for me to drop the ball anyway.
Kelly, Dave, and I hit up the first day of the 2013 Portland Saturday Market this weekend. While we were eating our lunch in a park, a guy came up to us and asked for pennies. Not any other money, just our pennies. I gave him three, and he explained why they were so valuable to him (something about bus fare but I'm pretty sure you're allowed to use quarters to buy bus passes, too, so I didn't really get it), and then told us where he'd be later if we had more pennies to get rid of, or knew someone who would. When he walked away, Dave asked "Were we just in a Portlandia sketch?"
Sunday was my ten mile day, and it actually went quite well. I got up earlyish to get the run out of the way, and also take advantage of the break in the rain so I could do the run outside. It was nice. I had enough on my mind to distract me for stretches of time, and I paced myself well so that I wasn't dying or worrying about getting through it. I always feel a strong sense of empowerment when I get to the turnaround point in these long runs. There's some strong psychology behind the idea of being more than halfway done with something difficult. The first couple of miles after the halfway point have been the easiest for me on all my long runs. The last mile still tends to be a bitch, though. Only 3.1 more miles of distance to add. The race is a month from tomorrow. I'll be glad to have it behind me.
After my run, I basically stayed in bed the rest of the day. It was glorious. I did go to the store, at least. Not the slothiest day I've ever had.
On Monday afternoon, Kelly, Dave, and I went over to Shanon's to hang out for a bit. We helped her rip up all the moss from her back yard -- really fun and destructive, but my back is feeling it still. Jack is super cute, but still a giant crybaby. It'll be nice when he grows out of that. He's getting really close to talking, so I bet it will get better once he's able to communicate what he wants. He kind of said "apple" while we were all eating apples, but it's possible those were just random syllables that came out sounding like "apple" because it made sense to us.
Yesterday was another glorious day of no obligations, so I slept in really late (thus my insomnia, probably). Kelly and Dave spent the whole day packing to leave, so I did my best to ignore that fact, because it makes me sad. I gave them hugs when I left for work this morning, and I expect they're somewhere in Idaho by now. Kelly did leave a bunch of stuff in her room, so I told her she can't have it back until she moves back. Her job is April through October, and Dave's employment picture is still pretty fuzzy, but the expectation is that they'll both be living in Portland by this fall. I'd feel a lot better about it if I knew for sure, though! At least she has to come back for her stuff... It will be sad going home to an empty house tonight, but I'll get through it. I loved living here before Kelly got here, too, after all.
I'm hoping work stays chill for the rest of the day, and then I can go home, watch the Blazers play (east coast game, thank goodness for time zones), and crash really early. Snoozing by 7:30 is the hope...
Kelly, Dave, and I hit up the first day of the 2013 Portland Saturday Market this weekend. While we were eating our lunch in a park, a guy came up to us and asked for pennies. Not any other money, just our pennies. I gave him three, and he explained why they were so valuable to him (something about bus fare but I'm pretty sure you're allowed to use quarters to buy bus passes, too, so I didn't really get it), and then told us where he'd be later if we had more pennies to get rid of, or knew someone who would. When he walked away, Dave asked "Were we just in a Portlandia sketch?"
Sunday was my ten mile day, and it actually went quite well. I got up earlyish to get the run out of the way, and also take advantage of the break in the rain so I could do the run outside. It was nice. I had enough on my mind to distract me for stretches of time, and I paced myself well so that I wasn't dying or worrying about getting through it. I always feel a strong sense of empowerment when I get to the turnaround point in these long runs. There's some strong psychology behind the idea of being more than halfway done with something difficult. The first couple of miles after the halfway point have been the easiest for me on all my long runs. The last mile still tends to be a bitch, though. Only 3.1 more miles of distance to add. The race is a month from tomorrow. I'll be glad to have it behind me.
After my run, I basically stayed in bed the rest of the day. It was glorious. I did go to the store, at least. Not the slothiest day I've ever had.
On Monday afternoon, Kelly, Dave, and I went over to Shanon's to hang out for a bit. We helped her rip up all the moss from her back yard -- really fun and destructive, but my back is feeling it still. Jack is super cute, but still a giant crybaby. It'll be nice when he grows out of that. He's getting really close to talking, so I bet it will get better once he's able to communicate what he wants. He kind of said "apple" while we were all eating apples, but it's possible those were just random syllables that came out sounding like "apple" because it made sense to us.
Yesterday was another glorious day of no obligations, so I slept in really late (thus my insomnia, probably). Kelly and Dave spent the whole day packing to leave, so I did my best to ignore that fact, because it makes me sad. I gave them hugs when I left for work this morning, and I expect they're somewhere in Idaho by now. Kelly did leave a bunch of stuff in her room, so I told her she can't have it back until she moves back. Her job is April through October, and Dave's employment picture is still pretty fuzzy, but the expectation is that they'll both be living in Portland by this fall. I'd feel a lot better about it if I knew for sure, though! At least she has to come back for her stuff... It will be sad going home to an empty house tonight, but I'll get through it. I loved living here before Kelly got here, too, after all.
I'm hoping work stays chill for the rest of the day, and then I can go home, watch the Blazers play (east coast game, thank goodness for time zones), and crash really early. Snoozing by 7:30 is the hope...
