(vin-ˈyet · ˈkē) – n. A place where fleeting literary sketches dictate both temperature (always 85°), and time (always 5:00).

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And if I’m dying, I’m just dying for you, dear

i was going to take a break from titling these entries with allison weiss lyrics BUT i just saw her last night so…

got rained out of running bayshore on sunday, so my new running buddy (affectionately referred to as “rb” from here on out) and i attempted it tuesday after work but not before i crashed my car into somebody else’s. i guess the anticipation was just too much for my reflexes to handle.

somewhere around hour later, we had 5 miles down and i was a whiny, sweaty, snotty mess and that was that. 

aaand yesterday was the go green 5k and i won a tree for 1st in my age group. 1st in my age group with a time of 27:36.

what the fuck 27. really.

i’m just going to enjoy my tree.

oh dear

bayshore tomorrow.

thank god my chair at work has wheels.

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Sometimes when I’m utterly exhausted

I think far more clearly. Far more clearly than what, I’m not sure… but I have a sweet new puddy knife to scrape up my dignity from the floor.

What’s left of it, anyway.

(no, thank you 8am-12am work day.)

4 this morn, intervals tomorrow PM.

AND I HAVE A NEW RUNNING BUDDY.

Sorry for thinking you’re older than you actually are.

Happy late birthday to the single person who tries to read this rambling, cryptic jog log on a regular basis. I love you with my whole heart and I forgive you for telling me a random lady was going to pick me up from the house and take me away when I refused to go to church one morning roughly 18 years ago.

(pro photography courtesy of my sibling, who did not care about this picture because she was not in it.)

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