Quickie

I ran my first 5K in 39:51 min. It was a personal goal to run under 40 minutes, so I’m very happy. Whoo!

General

I’ve been tagged for a meme, but I’m going to save that for tomorrow. Mainly because I actually have some other stuff to write about, which honestly doesn’t happen much anymore.

I’m a little late on the bandwagon, but I need to publicly declare my love for the new Radiohead album, In Rainbows. I have several friends who don’t care for Radiohead. And while I try to be understanding of other people’s opinions, especially when it comes to music, I keep wanting to make them listen to this song, or that one, in the hopes that they’ll finally see what I see. Or hear what I hear, I guess. Anyway, the new album has become my best friend while I’ve been training for the 5K.

Oh yeah, something else. I’m training for a 5K. The Bun Run, to be exact. Here’s how that happened: I few weeks ago I was out sick for several days. On the day that I finally came back to work, I went in for a half day. Instead of going to Subway like I was planning, I decided to stop by Schlotzsky’s on my way in to work to grab a quick lunch. Along with the delicious food, I received a flyer asking me to vote for the 2008 Bun Run T-shirt. When you voted, you were automatically entered into a contest, the prize being a free entry into the race. Well lo and behold, I won an entry. I’m not religious, but figured this was as good a sign as any that I needed to buck up and do the 5K. I’d been talking about it ever since I started running, and I was already at the point where I could run a full 30 minutes. Now I’m up to 39 minutes for 3.14 miles, with my ultimate goal being 31 minutes. I’m not sure if that’s going to happen, but if I get down to 35 minutes, I’ll still be happy.

If you’ve never thought of yourself as a runner, I urge you to rethink. I never liked running, and figured it would forever be too hard to “learn” how to run. But my darling friend Pieces got me started on a running program again (this was the second time I was trying it) that was designed to help a person reach 30 minutes of running. I’m not exactly sure why it worked this time, but I suspect it had something to do with the fact that I’m going to be wearing a white dress in a few months. Regardless, I’ve grown to love running. I’m excited by the thought of how good I’m going to feel after I’ve gone to the gym, and I’ve finally figured out what people are feeling when they talk about a runner’s high.

I’ve started taking an anti-depressant for my PMDD. I don’t exactly remember the name of the drug (I’m awful about that stuff, and I’m at work so I can’t look at the bottle), but it’s basically generic Prozac, according to my doctor. I was diagnosed with PMDD eight years ago, when I entered junior college. Once I got a boyfriend I stopped taking the medicine because I thought, “Hey, I have a boyfriend now, everything will be great.” I was wrong. But I didn’t realize it was the PMDD. I guess I thought I was a bad girlfriend. Anyway, I’ve now realized that the anxiety and paranoia that plague me before my period can be helped. There’s no point in suffering if I don’t have to.

Since I started taking the medicine, I’ve been much calmer. More at peace, even. Sure, I still get mood swings, I still get depressed and slightly anxious at times, but it’s nothing compared to what was happening before. I didn’t really want to be on meds, but honestly, it’s a small price to pay for your sanity (and the sanity of your fiance).

That’s just a general recap of what’s been going on lately. I haven’t abandoned the internet completely, just found that life is taking over all of my time right now.

Don’t tell me how to vote!

I work on a college campus, which means that during lunch I almost always end up walking through an area with a large number of students. Of these, half are either sitting at tables shouting at me to join their organization or buy their baked goods, and the other half thrusting small pieces of paper in my face.

Today, a friend and I were braving the crowd and came between two girls handing out leaflets. One was supporting Obama, the other Clinton. The Clinton supporter was on my side, and when I didn’t take her leaflet she said “You’re a woman! Vote for Hillary!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around (while still walking) and shouted back, “I don’t vote like that!” She retorted with, “I don’t either…!” (I didn’t hear how it ended)

Look, kids. Yes, I’ll be voting in the Democratic primary. Yes, I’ll probably vote Democrat for the President, even if the candidate I like now isn’t running. But no, you can’t tell me to vote for Hillary because we’re both women. What if, hypothetically speaking, I didn’t agree with her fundamentally? Should I still support her even though she may not be the candidate that I want running the country?

I’m not stupid. I know that people actually vote based on these types of things. But I’m going to try to be blind to the fact that one of the Democratic candidates is a woman, and the other is black. Call me crazy, but I think the best way to go about it is to vote on the issues.

Update

We lost a family member this week. And while it wasn’t a big surprise, it’s still a little…shocking? weird?

I haven’t been able to fully express how I feel about this loss and I don’t think I will until the funeral. I tend to be that way. Kinda stoic until the day we’re actually supposed to say goodbye.

I’ve had a couple of people leave comments that I really want to take time to reply to personally. So Kristen and Jo, if you’re reading, I’ll be catching up with you shortly (Kristen!! I can’t believe you found me!! And I’m listening to the band now, Jo, and I like them!). I’ll basically expand on what I said in the parentheses just now.

Talk to you all soon.

Also

The Dark Knight

I’m still heartbroken about him.

And at thank goodness they saw the light and replaced Katie Holmes with Maggie Gyllenhaal. Maggie’s 10 times the actress Katie is.

I’m really depressed about this

and I’m not sure why.

Heath Ledger found dead.

Sure, I thought he was handsome. But also thought he was a great actor. And this depresses me.

Please excuse me while I dance

I am convinced that the world needs more dancing. I’m not the best dancer, but I don’t think you need to be a “good” dancer to have fun doing it.

That being said, I’m really excited that the fiance said he’d go to dance lessons with me. I’d like to find something that would teach us to dance to bluegrass or old country (absolutely none of this new country pop they play these days). Ideally, this class would be cheap and not extremely time consuming, seeing as we live in different cities right now. Well, I’m in the city, he’s in my city’s younger brother. I’ll look at some informal classes offered here at the university, but I’m open to other options as well.

Marci has said she wants to go to the Broken Spoke to get some dancing experience in as prep for the wedding, and I’d love to take her up on that offer. But when do we find the time for something like that?

Do you know how to dance, live near me, and want to be paid in hugs and/or beers? You should get a hold of me.

Any dance class stories?