MIMM: Hatchday, Pretty Light, Knees, and Insane Decisions

Hey everyone!  How’s your Monday going?

DSCN3124 DSCN3127 DSCN3137 DSCN3143 DSCN3160 DSCN3159Mine’s been pretty…pretty, to say the least.  As a Washingtonian, such flagrant displays of sunshine are something of a rarity, and you can bet your bottom dollar I’ve been taking full advantage of these picture-perfect summer days by frolicking about, soaking up the Vitamin D.

I’ve never really been one of those people who need an extra boost on Mondays to get through the week, even when school/activities are in session–I’ve just never hit the “Monday wall” that I guess so many people run into.  I’ve already confessed my nerdship to you guys–Monday is basically my favorite day of the week!  Not only is it usually pretty light on homework because teachers don’t like to take the time to concoct elaborate assignments over the weekends, school STARTS UP AGAIN and I know it’s going to be the beginning of a (potentially gruelingly) glorious week!

Still, it never hurts to get a little extra boost, even if your biggest worry right now is that the hammock that’s callin’ your name is gonna get lonely.

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The weekend was pretty enjoyable marvelous.  I hosted Citrus’ third hatchday party–I made sad-looking but still (IMO) cute cockatiel cookies and we bopped around outside.  There was a sleepover and we all got very slap-happy.  We were tired in the morning but there were muffins (with both lemon and seeds–perfect for a bird named Citrus!) made by me and a frittata made by Mother Dearest (with potatoes inside–tasted like hashbrowns!!).  I do so love hashbrowns.

Alas, we did not have a circular cookie cutter, so I had to shape the sugar cookie dough (nomnomnom) with a beer-can chicken prop-thing.  (My culinary vocabulary falters when it comes to meat…)

To make the cookies, I used the Savvy Vegetarian cookie dough recipe, this recipe for coconut whip as a frosting (tinted yellow with food coloring), Craisins for eyes, chopped up Watermelon Laffy Taffy for the beaks, and mangled “orange slices” candies for the orange cheek circles.DSCN3042 DSCN3052

This totally didn't happen what are you talking about.  Not straight from the beater, never.

This totally didn’t happen what are you talking about. Not straight from the beater, never.

I wouldn't recommend using A Taste of Thai coconut milk (pretty popular brand) for the whip--it has some sort of stabilizer added that prevents it from working too nicely.  I used...whatever this brand is.

I wouldn’t recommend using A Taste of Thai coconut milk (pretty popular brand) for the whip–it has some sort of stabilizer added that prevents it from working too nicely. I used…whatever this brand is.

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Beaks!  Haha

Beaks! Haha

Aaaaand the final result.  Bit homely, but that’s okay! 🙂

Citrus approves.

Citrus approves.

Other marvelous things today…

Can we talk patella bracing for a sec?  I’m in love.  I don’t think that’s hyperbole.  Anything that was enough to lift me out of the forced 8-month running break thanks to these dang knees is virtually a Messiah in my eyes.  (I think it was probably the braces in adjunct with my rest, stretching, physical therapy, orthotics, supportive shoes, and therapeutic ultrasounds, but hey, whatever works…)  To my surprise, I haven’t lost all of my (nonexistent to begin with) running prowess, and the braces allowed me to attend my first *OFFICIAL* XC practice last Friday!  I hope to attend two more this week!  We’ll see how that goes…alas, my mileage maximum right now is approximately 3.  (Maybe four on the hamster wheel?)  By the end of the summer we’re supposed to be easily running 8…

This brings me to my first INSANE DECISION OF THE DAY!  This one is way less insane than my other one, but it’s still a big thrill for me.  I signed up for another 5k!!  This one’s on August 24th, and, while running in the heat ain’t exactly my cup of tea, I’m beyond stoked!  If I can even get close to my time on my first-and-only 5k, then it will be a huge reassurance for me that, though my knees doth plague me, I can get my kickassery and (somewhat) speed back with enough motivation.  (To any “serious” runners out there reading this:  I know a 5k is not a huge distance.  It’s kind of a menial race.  But, alas, my body is NOT DESIGNED FOR RUNNING WHATSOEVER [sitting and blogging is more my speed, how ’bout you?] and a 5k is a big deal to me!)

Sweet Potato Chocolate Pancakes 009(Throwback to the morning of my first 5k, waiting in the starting line.  Pay no attention to the ominous disembodied hand on my shoulder; someone else is cropped out.  And notice the fear hiding behind the forced smile–the glazed eyes, the overall absent disposition.  I was convinced I was going to die that day.)

Incidentally, you know what’s harder than running a 5k?

………………………..Biking two hundred and two miles.

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Yeah, it’s insane.  We’ve covered this.  And it will require buying a new bike, and/or some road tires for my current trusty steed mountain bike.  But recently (yesterday-recently), la madre de una de mis amigas (I’m not sure why I phased into Spanish here, but I couldn’t think how to word it in English) participated in the Cascade Bicycle Club/Group Health Seattle-to-Portland bike ride, a one- or two-day event that spans a total of 202-point-something miles.  Which gave me a sudden and intense burst of inspiration.  It’s a recreational ride, not a race, but from my extensive Googling of the thing last night it looks. epic.  And everyone says you need to dream big and set high goals to keep your morale buoyed, right?  So.  I’ve got a year to train.  I post this to the internet so I can’t back down–next year, Daddio and I will be participating in the 2014 Seattle-to-Portland ride.  And we will rock that epic $#*@.

Much moreso than for running, my body (and quads) like biking.  While the farthest ride I’ve ever taken to date was just 40 miles with lots of hills, and I died afterwards–I’ve got a year.  Best get on this.

Ahh.  The inevitable foot selfie.  (For some reason I just tried to spell “foot” as “fut”…)  Daddio and I went on a short (10 mile?) ride today, and I plan to get some running on the hamster wheel done as well.  Fitness, here I come!

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And arrachgha, yes, I need to do a poemography post today, since I’ve skipped out on that for, what, three weeks?!  Problem is, I only have one line to work with… #poetictrialsandtribulations

“Rather than people who shine–

I like people who glow

is the line, but I’m not sure how to weave that into a poem.  Would it be all right if poemography was extended to flash fiction?  I know I made the rules, but you guys can change them.  I’ll luv ya forever 😉

July

(oh, wow, look!  such an intriguing title! :P)

Remember how I alluded to the fact that things gon’ be changin’ around these parts?  (“These parts” being my life and the way I manage it…)

This is gonna happen now, folks.  Forrealzies.

I’ve made a lot of promises in the past and entertained myself with visions of productive grandeur–every time, the things, whatever they were that I pledged myself to, had a habit of…not getting done.  Oh yes, I would set goals, write out lists, lay out my workout gear and my fountain pen and my planner and whatever crap I thought would rocket me to success…then I would log into Bloglovin’ or WordPress or Pinterest and it was game over.

What can I say?  I’m easily distracted.  (I’m choosing to believe it’s a sign of brilliance.)  I can hardly ever clean my room, because I get so engrossed in the objects I’m picking up off my floor that I forget the task at hand entirely.  I get distracted by my own feet.  Clearly, my brain is no match for the multiple-tab-wielding, infinite-destination vortex of my internet browser.

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Oh, but this sounds like a “Goodbye, internet” post!  I promise you that this is not the case!  (I don’t think I could manage that anyhow…)  More of a warning/notification of sorts…of impending changes around these parts.

I am DOING STUFF this month, and next.  I intend to put the rest of my summer vacation to very good use.

So I’ve compiled a “Daily To-Do List” for the rest of the summer, which reads thusly:

  • 1 chapter TLOTR

Yes, this is something of seemingly no importance in an odd position of priority on my list.  For some reason, though, I’ve devoted myself entirely to the task of mowing through the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy over the summer (mainly because I feel like it’s something I should have read by now), and if I ration it out this way, it ends up being just over 60 days’ worth of reading.

  • 1667 words or 1 hour revision in Thaw (at minimum)

Camp NaNoWriMo is here today! =D  I’m all stocked up with Scrivener, and a writing nook–I’ve gussied up The Shed for maximum comfort and reclusivity as I bang away on the keyboard–an inspiration jar, and coffee.

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No one ever hire me as a graphic designer.

Technically it's a button jar.  But I like to scatter them on the ping-pong table and pick out buttons to suit different characters' personalities.

Technically it’s a button jar. But I like to scatter them on the ping-pong table and pick out buttons to suit different characters’ personalities…

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Frog Slippers & Connect4--also necessities

Frog Slippers & Connect4–also necessities

  • 1 hr exercise (save 1 weekly rest/active recovery day)

Workouts have fallen to the wayside over the past month or so, due to knees and an odd bout of travel (three trips in a month…)–but, over the summer, there is no excuse not to cram in this USDA-recommended amount!  (Why does the Department of Agriculture tell me how much I should work out?)  I’ve started compiling a Summer Shapeup Pinterest board, I’m somewhat-participating in the Fitnessista Summer Shapeup 4-Week Plan (which I can repeat for a 2-month circuit) and am dabbling elsewhere in the blogosphere for similar plans.  While I know I’m mainly going to be forming my own routine, one that works for me, I think these plans will be good guidelines for the eventual regimen, even if I don’t follow them verbatum.

  • Physical Therapy

Boo.  I wish my knee problems could just vanish.  7 months is a long time.  But nothing is going to happen unless I keep doing those leg lifts…

(ugch–Instagrammed this picture way back in March.  Still toin’ that line…)

  • Cooking/Recipe Experimenting

A new challenge I’m embarking on this month is called Feed the Parents.  😉  Sort of like a Meatless Monday, in effect (except it’s going to be happening on Tuesdays…)–on a suggestion from Mother Dearest and in an effort to rationalize vegetarian eating in the parental minds, I’m going to start cooking a family dinner once a week.  (Usually I’m the only one who will even go ten miles near my food…)  This is probably an opportunity to ramp up my cooking skills, too!  (I’ll eat anything :), but when cooking for others one must be more discerning)  Still, if anyone has any family- and Standard-American-Diet-friendly vegetarian recipes they’d like to recommend, I’m all ears!

I’ll probably chronicle this thing on the blog as well, taking note of successes and flops.  🙂

  • Blogging!

You will notice that I do not, currently, blog every day. *pauses for effect*

This is mainly because my blog has never really been one of those “log blogs” that goes like “Oh, hey guys, I woke up this morning so that’s a plus! and then I ate this for breakfast and then I went and exercised and then we went to this movie and then for dinner we had this and I made this dessert…”  I have nothing against those types of blogs, it’s just not hasn’t been my thing.  You know me.  I post when I have something to say, something to share, something to recap, a linkup to join, a challenge to embark upon.  My daily life is tucked neat and tidily behind the curtain.

But with all this stuff I’m going to be doing for the remainder of the summer…

I need someone to keep me accountable, right?

*wink**wink* Well, who better to do this than all of my loyal followers?  (All 56 of you…) At least over the next month, I was thinking bumping up the posting rate to a daily post–undoubtedly they’d become much less lengthy than my current standard, and nothing earth-shattering would be discussed; but, just a log of the accomplishments of the day, as a way to keep myself on track.  What do you guys think of this idea?  TELL ME IN THE COMMENTS; I LOVE HEARING YOUR BEAUTIFUL VIRTUAL VOICES 😀

I hope everyone is having a Marvelous Monday…

(And congratulations to Katie, the host of this loverly partay, on her new baby boy!) 🙂

I am, ‘cuz I’m pumped to get…SHIN done. ;P

Things to Be Grateful For

There has been a lot of complaining going on in my life lately.  Mostly by me.  Sometimes by other people.  At the risk of sounding like a hippie who’s forever stuck in the 60’s, this is really creating a negative vibe for me.  It doesn’t help that currently we are facing cloud oppression as the great hulking mass of grey looms over our daily lives, squandering what little hope for joy I had left.

Out comes my favorite sanity-saving tool: Lists.  First off, I need to get some things off my chest; the things I’ve been complaining about, the things that it would be criminal not to mention because they’re kind of awful:

1.  I have upwards of four hours of homework a night.  Add in music lessons and cross-country and a bird that needs to be tended to, and you get less than six hours of sleep a night, plus more harried homework in the morning.  I know lots of adults don’t get six hours a night, but allow me to be a bit whimpery here.  I’m growing and I’m tired and I’ve got huge dark circles under my eyes and according to several resources people my age need at minimum 9.2 hours of sleep a night.  My teachers continually lecture everyone on the importance of getting enough sleep, and I have to fight the urge to laugh sarcastically, because if they really cared about how much sleep I was getting they wouldn’t assign homework…

2.  We got Citrus’ blood/fecal tests back and I’m sort of freaking out.  This bird that I love with all my heart and then some has a whole slew of health complications that keep me up at night.  (He’s pretty underweight and isn’t putting on muscle mass at a normal rate.) 😦  I want Citrus to be with me as long as possible, so currently he’s got a UV bulb shining on him 2-3 hours a day, plus he’s on a calcium and probiotic supplement.  I always thought he was so healthy; he has so much zest for life and so much energy.

But, I need to employ the trick that one of my teachers uses whenever I complain about something: “Be grateful; you could live in a war zone.”

He’s joking when he says it and at first it sounds silly, but it really hits home.  I have so many things to be grateful for in my life.  I don’t live in a war zone and I have a family without financial struggle who loves me; I live in a free country where I can form my own opinions and not be discriminated against on the basis of gender or race or religion; I have so many nice things and internet access and supportive friends and a blog that I tenderly cultivate.

Other things to be grateful for this autumn?

1.  Warm fuzzy socks and pajamas, and wearing them all morning.

‘Nuff said.

2.  Cinnamon and cocoa–though not together (yet).

 I really can’t function unless I make myself a big ol’ mug of natural hot cocoa after cross-country practice, and at any time of the day, homemade almond butter+toast+a sprinkling of cinnamon = da bomb.  Can’t you just taste the snug and cozy?

3. Fresh, uber-local (read: from our backyard) apples!  I bit into one of these this morning and it was probably one of the best apples I’ve ever tasted! 😉

My knowledge of apple varieties, compared to the average Pacific Northwesterner, is quite meager (hey, give me a break–I lived in Wyoming for eight years of my life), but I think this apple tree we have is Golden Delicious.  My reasoning?  The apples are 1. golden, and 2. delicious. 🙂  (But seriously, what else could this tree be?)

4.  Running.  Sometimes it sucks.  Sometimes my shoe comes untied (story of my last race…#epicfail).  Sometimes my quads turn numb (thank you, October).  But there are plenty of people who can’t run for some disability or other, and there are plenty of runners who love the sport but suffered an injury that prevents them from running ever again.  I actually had a dream about this earlier this week–it was so terrible!  And thus, I am thankful for the pain of running, because with it also comes runner’s high and an amazing increased sense of self-worth.

Semi-related aside: Today I put the first ~3 miles on my NEW Nike ‘Structure’s! My ankles have been hurting on my last few runs, and I was delighted to find that these do in fact help with my overpronation.

(I hate the fact that I’m obligated to state this, but I’m not paid my Nike to talk about mah new shoes.)  They really work well, though–today was the best run I’ve had in a long time!  My previous running shoes were awesome and made from recycled materials, so that was purty cool, but…I guess having pain-free ankles is more important to me than a lower carbon footprint.  (Or is it?  :/  This is something I’ve really been internally warring with.  Regardless, I still love the shoes!)

5.  SOUP!

And the Soup Zone.  I really owe it a lot in terms of my sanity.  This wonderful meal-in-a-bowl can be lunch or dinner, or if you’re me, also breakfast, a mid-afternoon snack, and a midnight nibble.

6. This guy.

This is Citrus when he was younger and still had his pearl coloring! 🙂

He’s got all these health complications but he is still with me adding a gorgeous sunshiney facet to my day with his whistling and dancing and just generally being my personal jester.  I really can’t overstate how much he means to me.

What are you grateful for on this fine Autumn day?

First 2 Cross-Country Races…

I lost.

15th out of 21 girls, some of whom were four years younger than me.  1 mile in 9 minutes, 2 seconds on the first race.  A mile in 8:33 on the next.

I couldn’t be happier!

Sure, yeah, an eight-and-a-half-minute mile isn’t the shiniest time.  But this represents so much for me!  Can you believe that I have shaved a good four minutes off of my mile time since only two years ago?  Before I went vegetarian and started focusing more on my health, I was profoundly unfit.

Running is such an amazing sport for me because at the end of the day, you don’t have to be the fastest or the strongest.  All that matters is that you beat yourself.  I’m not really the ‘long and lean’ type that makes for a speedy runner, but heck yeah, I’m proud of an 8:33 mile!

If there is one thing running has taught me, it is that if you are willing to invest the time and effort, you can do anything.  I mean it.  Anything.   You have to want it pretty badly, but your mind is so dang powerful that you with the right amount of umph you can move mountains.  This has made me so much more confident in realms that I have never really considered my forte–art, sports, patience, etc.  I can proudly state that since I started running “for real” two months ago, I have been continually whooping my own booty on a weekly basis.  Personal accomplishments are huge for me.  I look forward to seeing my future mile times as well!

I am loving running so much that I signed up for my first 5k in November!  No, I certainly probably won’t finish first in my age group, but working myself harder and harder feels so good.  Even after skipping a grade, I feel that most of my scholarly endeavors aren’t extremely challenging for me.  But I have never been the strongest athlete, and running gives me a challenge that I can thrive on and conquer.  I am already excited and nervous for the my 5k even as I compete in the smaller multi-school local races.

50,000 Word (!!!) Party + 2 Fails (but one is tastier than the other)

I have been fantasizing about my “50,000 word party” ever since I wrote fifty thousand words, and I finally had it today.  Technically, it probably should have been my 60,000 word party, because in the time that it took me to fully plan out my party I have quietly slipped ahead in my word count to almost 63,000 words, but, hey, who’s counting?  (I am.  Word counts are exciting for me.)

Why was 50,000 words such a huge milestone for me?  Well, for one thing, the longest story I’d written that wasn’t this story was 14,347 words, which I thought was very very long.  I had never penned anything this massive before, and people tend to celebrate things in multiples of fives and tens.  (Have you ever heard of someone celebrating the day they reached 93 of anything?  I rest my case.)  50,000 words happens to be a multiple of both of those numbers.  So, bam, fifty thousand word party.

For another thing–In the NaNoWriMo contest you have an “official” novel when you’ve reached 50,000 words.  My novel’s really not nearly close to being finished, but suddenly, it was fifty thousand words long, and therefore official.  This was a cause for celebration if there ever was one.

I’d been eyeing (autocorrect wants me to spell that “eying”…I don’t think that’s right, though) this vegan Chococado Pudding on Oh She Glows for quite some time, and we finally had all of the stuff to make it.  So I pulled out my faithful Magic Bullet food processor (not an endorsement, I’m just obsessed with it), and whirred away until I got this…

It’s disgusting-looking in its own special way, but to think it had come from this…

Which, even I, the drinker of green smoothies and eater of overnight oats, have to admit looks…blecky.

But this pudding was not blecky.  This was quite possibly the most delicious pudding I have ever tasted.  I can’t think of any words for it that aren’t overused–chocolatey, velvety, fudgy, decadent, and rich come to mind– so I’ll just say it was so good.

I licked the bowl.

And the food processor.  Other people do that too, right?

The main purpose of this little “party” was just to feel awesome about myself.  That sounds really narcissistic, but being the perfectionist that I am, I tend to expect a whole lot from myself and feel really crummy when it doesn’t work out.  But, I wanted to slowly savor totally inhale this delicious dessert and really appreciate the fact that I wrote a whole 50,000 words and deserved it while I did so after the fact.

I was in happy blissland.

But you knew it couldn’t last, right?

After I ate the pudding, I decided I would buck up and go for a twenty minute run (still trying to get in shape for cross-country).  I know, it was a bad plan.  I did give myself twenty minutes to digest, but at about the fifteen minute mark I was really wishing I had given myself a little longer.  😡  Let’s just say that the decadent chocolate fudgy velvety richness didn’t feel very good jostling around in my stomach for twenty minutes, and I was very ready for the run to be over when it was.  Ugh, I don’t want to look at chocolate again for approximately three years.  (I had chocolate oats for breakfast this morning too.)  Or avocadoes, for that matter.  Or almonds.  Or any sort of nut.  This is a problem, because I still have a full tub minus a tablespoon of Dark Chocolate Pecan Butter in the fridge.

Uh-oh…

At any rate, I think I’ll have a salad for lunch.  And dinner.  And breakfast the next morning. 😉

On the positive side of things, twenty minutes is the longest outdoor run I’ve ever done (I know, I know) and I feel great!  If slightly nauseated…here’s my disclaimer on the pudding:

1.  Do not attempt to photograph the pudding.  It’s really stinking ugly.  It’s a bunch of slimy brown goo.  But it’s delicious.  (I apologize for my attempts.)

2.  DO NOT eat the pudding right before a workout.

3.  Be sure to restrain yourself to one serving of the pudding.  You will think you want more when you’re eating it, but you actually don’t.  Trust me on this.

But by all means, MAKE THIS PUDDING and savor!!!  😀

So, that was my first fail.

My second fail was this:

‘Nuff said.

These are the “Fruit Calzones” from the current issue of Vegetarian Times magazine.

They didn’t seal well, if you couldn’t tell.

I wouldn’t have minded so much if they were delicious, but they were bland, which was very very sad.  Because I hate food waste, I choked them down for desserts, basted with a little bit of organic melted butter.  They weren’t really bad, just not good.  In fact, they were a bit nostalgic–they reminded me of the Bagelfuls I used to eat when I was a wee young sprite, minus the azodicarbonamide and Red Dye #40.

Have a productive day, writing, running, or doing whatever you do! 🙂  I’m off to eat some salad… 😉

“Writer’s Schizophrenia” Musings (and a rather unproductive run)

I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed.  Literally.  I’m usually very adamant that I sleep on the right side of my bed, but when my eyes opened this morning they were staring out of my bedroom window, which, alas, is on the left side of my bed.  And they did not behold a pleasant sight.  The whole yard seemed to be blanketed in a dreary, hazy sort of fog.  Clouds clung in the sky just inches over our roof, dangling on thin marionette strings and just waiting for the inevitable moment when they would come crashing down on us and thrust us even deeper into this dismal world.  The birds’ songs sounded forced and depressing.

In other words, it was a typical day in the Pacific Northwest.

This was sorely disappointing at first; I had big plans for the day.  For one thing, it was the day I would finally start noveling again, something I couldn’t quite bring myself to do for the past few weeks.  This was due to the fact that my main character is currently suffering from inexplicable acute depression.  Well, to give her credit, it’s not exactly inexplicable.  I mean, she just found out that her mom was violently murdered, for crying out loud.  But still.  She’s not coping well.  She’s shut herself up and is sort of rocking back and forth on her bed in a state of numb disbelief, denial, and self-pity.  And I don’t know how to get her out of it.  Maybe start her on some Zoloft? 😉  Or some therapy…with I, her creator, as her shrink…I could imagine how that would go:

Me (official clipboard on my lap, special shrink glasses, mega high heels): So, what seems to be the problem here today?

Her (reclining on a classic red velvet psychiatric chair): I don’t know, Doctor…this world just seems to be…too much…at times…

Me (scribbling away at clipboard):  I see.  Do you think this sensation could have anything to do with the fact that you just found out your mom was gruesomely annihilated, and that you lied to everyone important to you after finding this out?

Her (wide-eyed):  How did you know about that, Doctor?

Me (smiling knowingly):  Ah, because I created you, young Padawan.

Her (still wide-eyed):  What’s that?

Me:  Ah…never mind.  It’s a movie reference.

Her:  But…you created me?

Me (nodding, very self-satisfied): Exactly.

Her (looking ecstatic):  Well, then you can fix this!  I mean, you can just write me out of this!  I won’t have to go to any more of your stupid shrink sessions!

Me (shaking head sadly):  But that’s why you’re here.  I can’t do anything for your case.  Myself, your family and friends–we can all be a support system for you, but in the end, it is you who have to carve out your own road to happiness.  You’ll sort this out all on your own.

And with that, I recline in my shrink chair, smiling to myself and thinking proudly that I have just delivered some very high-quality psychiatric advice, and trying very hard to ignore the fact that my patient is staring at me from her chair, stunned and obviously heartbroken.  Because I have let her down, leaving her like this.

I shake my head to clear it of such strange visions.

I decided that maybe I was just looking on the dull side of things, and, lo and behold, I was.  When I finally dragged myself outside to go for a run and mull over my writing it was pleasantly warm outside, and the dogs were sure happy to see me.  (They each hold toys in their mouths and shake their heads viciously to kill them as they trot along behind me.)  In fact, they were so excited to see me out running again that they joyously inhaled the “active” fragrance of my running shoes…

Yup, this photo was staged. One jerky treat down the toe of a running shoe=perplexed but compliant dog.

The dogs make me look slow, because they’re hardly panting at all while I’m busting my butt to get one more lap in before 15 minutes is up.  (I think it’s due to them having four legs.)  But, alas, I am slow…

And sadly, I didn’t have any mega brainstorms during my run.  My thought process was something like: ow, ow, ow, legs so sore, so sore, painful painful, must go faster get stronger, pain, ow, pain is GOOD, ow, faster!..  My legs have some objections to running, unfortunately.  But I figure that if I want to go out for the cross-country team this year, I must learn to silence them.  Whether that means completely murdering them, I’m not sure…but that tactic would be effective.

I came back inside.  I gorged myself on more hummus.  And I still couldn’t write.

Sure, there are plenty of forums on the web for writer’s block, but what about writer’s schizophrenia, hmm?  Where you’re imagining yourself as your character’s shrink?  I mean, who else does that happen to?!

But I think I need to just close out of the internet, open up Word, keep breathing, and just start typing stuff.  Even if it’s crap.  Perhaps eventually I’ll come across a gold mine if I just sift through all the silt first.

(Sigh.)  It’s going to be a long day.

Please excuse me.  I have some writing to do.