enfinblue's Bluey (credit to Fifi for the nickname!) Diaryland Diary

"I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart." -Vinc3nt V@n Gogh

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Why can't there be two Sundays in a week?

I really need to proofread my entries before I post them. I've been such a lush this weekend, in particular, that I'm having difficulty articulating both in writing and in speech. And all care has gone out the window.

Not good. :)

I awoke this morning at 9:00 a.m., hung over--again--in spite of only having had three light beers last night (seriously, so unnecessary but I told myself that it was the last hurrah with coach J), and ran to see the elite men arrive at the marathon finish. They passed the 400m-to-the-finish mark (which is at the end of my street, conveniently) at a time of 2:09, which is FANTASTIC. I wonder if one of them achieved a course record...

The women's race was less impressive this year but it was won by a Canadian and that was nice to see.

That's about it. I must have looked a sight as a spectator. I rolled out of bed at 9, pulled on a skirt, tube top!, raincoat and silver ballet flats, and booted my way down the street to catch the men passing at 9:09. My hair was EVERYWHERE, I had slight traces of makeup around my eyes..and I was wearing a black skirt and silver shoes and running at full tilt to make it to the course's edge in time! Rather amusing. And embarrassing.

I CAN'T WAIT to be IN the race next year.

A four-time winner of the Boston Marathon (Catherine the Great) was standing next to me at one point, as was the oldest man to swim the English Channel.

I just love endurance events. The people are crazy but frequently so energetic and inspiring.

It's raining now. Cool rain. The temperature turns on a dime here. It's just as well as instead of running I actually need to do research work this afternoon. I need to read a methodology paper that I couldn't focus on properly on Friday afternoon, and design a work plan/work proposal. The shame is that I truly do NOT feel like working.

Alas.

Such is life. And I would definitely like to perform above and beyond expectations at my job.

So off I go to be consciously responsible.

12:50 p.m. - 2007-05-27

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