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Music and marathon progress

Ten songs I’m listening to right now: Mining for Gold (Cowboy Junkies) :: recorded in a church, you can hear the echo Whistling For His Love (Danielle Dax) :: i had a dream about giant skiing chickens and this song was the soundtrack Alison (Elvis Costello) :: makes me want to play spades, and i wonder what david nathan is doing these days Something I Can Never Have (Nine Inch Nails) :: why the hell is this one not available on the iTunes music store? Life’s What You Make It (Talk Talk) :: life is what you make it Silent All These Years (Tori Amos) :: i’ve got twenty-five bucks and a cracker, do you think it’s enough to get us there? October (U2) :: yes, but the music and the lyrics are really more november in my head, somehow The Unforgettable Fire (U2) :: carnival, the wheels fly and colors spin through alcohol, red wine that punctures the skin Tryin’ To Throw Your Arms Around The World (U2) :: a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle Plenty (Sarah McLachlan) :: i thought i’d be with you until my dying day Kathryn has finished up her classes and is now interning at the massage school. This equals cheap massage for me! I’ve scheduled with her for next Wednesday night. I can’t wait! It is fairly easy for me now to run 3.5 miles at a stretch. My last three runs have been 3.5, 3, and 3.5 miles each. So I think that the 4-mile I’m gearing up for this Saturday will not be too difficult. The hardest part is getting into that “zone” thing, where I’ve passed the point where my body’s yelling at me to stop, and everything kind of evens out — the breathing, […]

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more “nobody likes me” dreams

Ran 3 point something miles after work today, despite a twinge of nausea and a very strange spaced out feeling that makes me think that there was something funny in the birthday cupcakes at work today. I’m not sure how many if any pounds I have dropped, but I feel better physically and my shape is changing into something a bit more pleasing, gradually but I can tell. Dreamed the night before last that I was running the trail at White Rock Lake, and we’d gone way past our normal turnaround point, and I realized that we’d run five miles already. The trail went up a hill and ended inside someone’s apartment living room. I recognized many of my friends inside the apartment — Debbie, Kathryn, Ginger, etc. — and realized that it was a party for Kathryn who was getting married, and that I hadn’t been invited. They were kind of finishing up, and there was cake on the table and giftwrap all around the floor, and everyone was dressed fancy and not paying much attention to me. I stood there in my running clothes, sweaty and utterly crushed, and tried to pretend that I wouldn’t have been able to come anyway and I had to get going, had things to do, you know, see you later.

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excuse me, did you say a.m.?

News flash: I think I have lost my mind. I am meeting Yvonne at the lake at 5:45 tomorrow morning to go running. Yes, you read that correctly. 5:45 in the A.M. That is the time of day that is also known as Fucking Hell O’Clock. If you know me, you do not need me to tell you how much of a morning person I am not. Tune in on Thursday for exciting updates to your morning wake-up show, Katy’s Sunrise Agony.

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the weekend

Saturday I ran about 3 miles at the lake. I’m never quite sure how far I’m going because the mileage markers leave something to be desired. So I just run it by time, which isn’t of course as accurate. But then again, accuracy is not really my goal. It was very humid Saturday morning so I heated up really fast and had a tough time cooling down, and I had to walk some. Tonight I ran a very easy 3 miles (or so — we lost track and I think we probably went a few extra laps) at the gym. Man, I tell you, air conditioning makes all the difference. Saturday night we went to Yvonne’s birthday party at her house. She and Nate cooked dinner (grilled stuff and salads — she makes a mean peanut noodle salad) and made the most massive vat of sangria I’ve ever seen in my life. Seriously, there was probably 10 gallons of the stuff in a huge octagonal glass jar that sat on ice in their sink. It was Yvonne’s Magical Mystery Sangria. It sneaks up on you! I even ate sangria-soaked watermelon. It wasn’t bad! Walker was freaked out at the sight of me again, but I bribed him with a milk-bone and then we were best friends. I think he must have had a bad experience with a tall or curly-haired woman in his former life as a street puppy. Mom and Dad were in town Saturday night but left early Sunday morning, so we didn’t get to see much of them this time. We’re going to Lubbock in August to see Bob graduate and we might go to Houston for a couple of days afterwards just to spend some time with them. This is (knock on wood) their last summer […]

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crane vs. bridge

Tales from the dumbshit files: So this is what I saw on the way to work yesterday. From the picture you might think that it’s just a truck doing road construction, but it is in fact the crane that slammed into and got stuck underneath the bridge yesterday morning. The official story is that the driver raised the crane arm earlier in the morning to check the hydraulics, then forgot to lower it before driving off. Apparently he was arrested at the scene for outstanding warrants. Congratulations to Colleen (Kim’s little sister) and her husband Jason on their brand new baby girl, Anna, born this morning. I still can’t believe that Colleen had a baby! She’s perpetually nine years old in my mind, squirting us with water guns. Damn, that makes me feel old. Today was a better day than yesterday. I did not injure myself in any way (but hey, the day’s not over yet!) and I ran 3 miles, which is double what I ran last night. My scrapes and scratches hurt like hell. I cleaned up with peroxide last night, and then decided (dumbshit move) to use a bit of rubbing alcohol for good measure. So I poured some onto my scraped-raw knee…. and almost fainted. Holy McFuck, did that ever hurt! Lack of protective skin + alcohol = Very Bad Idea.

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