I remember when I was little I used to squeal with delight at the sight of squirrels.  It must have been their fluffy tails.  Nowadays, not so much.  This morning I woke up to the scratching at Dave’s window and immediately freaked out- what giant rodent could be making such a giant sound?  It woke me UP, people.  From a deep sleep.  WTF?  Most may not know, but my mother and I recently “took care” of a mouse problem in our house (we KILLED them.  we killed them ALL!) and I would have been content to have never had to listen to the busied scratching of any kind, but this morning it was magnified.  Although for a brief moment, while observing the brown squirrel SCALE THE WINDOW while the black squirrel delightfully licked the window sil (sp?), I thought the latter was cute, I remembered how they had rudely awoken me and that they reminded me so much of their smaller, diseased, evil cohorts who until recently had infested my own dwelling.  So my natural response was to bang on the window to get them to leave.  The brown squirrel was not startled, nor was it’s footing disturbed by my angry smacking.  These are giant mice with fluffy tails.  Awful.

I realise that this blog is meant to be about my running, or lack thereof, and the reason my dedicated blogging has been less than dedicated is because it’s been minus fifty outside.  We just had a chinook so I broke out by brand-spanking-new (refurbished) Garmin watch and proceeding to go jogging in knee-deep SLUSH.  Wonderful.  I’ll have my minus fifty back please.

In other news, I don’t know how to adjust the settings on this so that my comments actually show up.  Apparently I have to come to the site and actually approve comments before they’ll show up, and honestly who the hell has time for that?  Where is this section on the dashboard?  help?

Ok, so today the insanity begins.  I know I can’t go to the Round-up centre.  I’m actually flat broke and have tuition due next week.  But the lululemon sample sale calls me.  I long to be a part of the madness, the hoards of 20-30 something women who elbow their way through piles and heaps of bargain workout gear.  I want to buy myself a hoody that I ordinarily could not afford.  Not to mention the fact that I actually can’t afford it now, but I want it.  This is a four day sale, people.  And they’re actually getting new stock in everyday.  WTF?  I’m not sure that the compulsive shopper in me can handle it, it’s like there’s this potential shopping-gasm in downtown Calgary that I know I have to avoid but I just can’t stay away.

I almost wanted to keep the generic first post up there.  But it was not to be.

So a few months ago I made the decision to start training for a marathon.  Drastic?  Yes.  Crazy?  Yes.  With the Vancouver International Marathon being less than four itty bitty months away, am I nervous and more than a little behind?  Holy shit yes.  I went for a jog yesterday and my mind got the better of me about 20 minutes in.  I was so proud of myself up until that moment, and then…poof.  I started thinking about what was on TV.  “What could I be watching right now?” “Why is it so windy?” “It’s gusting really badly, I don’t want to get caught up in a gust and end up in the middle of the street.  I should just go home.”  I barely made it 4K.  That’s about 40 kilometers short of my target goal come May.  What the fuck am I thinking?  I realize that my problem is mostly focus and that I could probably go further than I did.  I probably could have done 10 the other night but I wussed out because of the cold wind and went home, even though I wasn’t a) cold, b) uncomfortable in what I was wearing, or c) likely to get picked up by a gust of wind and carried into the middle of the street.  Then I made the even wiser decision to not stretch my quads when I got home, resulting in a pain today that any runner who’s made the decision to have a bath “because it should help my muscles, shouldn’t it?” instead of stretching properly has had to deal with the morning after, further screwing my plans to run in Vancouver because I missed my clinic tonight.  Fuck.  I’m sincerely hoping that after this week I’ll get some of my discipline back, and I really have to start focusing on what I’m eating.  Look at me talking as though I’m an athlete or something- I’m just a girl who made a decision a few months ago and then screwed herself by actually telling everyone she talked to afterwards about it and how “I am definitely going to do it!”.  I realize that anyone reading this post will have difficulty since I apparently have forgotten how to use paragraphs, but the minute ramblings of a crazed wannabe marathoner (which is SO gonna be the name of my blog) have got to be entertaining at the very least.  I have to finish homework and then actually try to sleep.