Confession

Remember this post?

Well, we just got back in from a lovely Saturday morning run, on a perfect running day (sunny, 67 degrees, breezy).

Now, I feel the need to set the record straight a bit here. We are baby runners. Our 10k was completed mostly walking--thanks to the one of us whose longer hair weighs us down (wind resistance, you know). In preparation for the 10k, we "trained," which consisted mostly of me complaining and Andy trying to get me to run.

Things have gotten better, though, ever since we started on one of those walk-to-run plans. I've never been a runner, nor have I been athletically inclined in the faintest, so this seemed just at my threshold of ability. We started on Week 1 running just one minute at a time, and now it's Week 7, and we're doing six! For me, that is huge. By the end of June, we should be running a full 30 minutes, which would be monumental. As I said, I've never been a good runner.

So, this is the blessing of setting goals. We were talking about it a few days ago, and our whole running stint started on somewhat of a whim, with an UNrealistic goal to run a half-marathon in a few short months. However, in setting that goal, we landed on an ACHIEVABLE goal. As the cliché goes, "Shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you'll land among the stars." We're still gonna do those 13.1 miles, but it may take us a little longer--and that's okay. I'm just proud for having made the progress we have. :-)

Sometimes . . .

. . . I update just because I want to write something.

Since I've been out of school, I have many fewer opportunities to write. Nerd that I am, I miss it. I've considered writing the next Great American Novel, but haven't known where to start. Apparently, America likes novels about vampires and semi-tragic (so I hear) books to be made into movies starring Miley Cyrus. I don't have any ideas about things like that. The elitist in me rebels against popular culture anyway, so my hope would never be to land on the NY Times Bestseller list. Ignorant proles!

Alas, I can't even think of what to write on a blog read by a small (yet very important) handful of people. I feel best blogging when I have some insightful thought, or some horrible injustice, or some funny story bouncing around in my mind. In the absence of these, plagued only by the monsters of day-to-day living (laundry! errands! work! oh, my!), I find myself struggling to put . . . key to . . . screen . . . (oh, it's so much easier to say "pen to paper!").

So, I sit here and try to come up with something deep.

Hmmm.

Nope, still nothing. I might as well go in the opposite direction, then. Here is something completely trivial:

A comprehensive list of the contents of my purse.

In case you're wondering, I don't have a Louis Vuitton handbag. Mine is a Fossil, but only because my mom gave it to me after my old one broke. Yes, it's a hand-me-down from my mother.

-one package of facial tissue (Kroger brand, pocket pack)
-one CelloPhant
-one tube of hand cream (Neutrogena Norwegian formula, fragrance free)
-$67.58 cash (wow, I'm rich!)
-one wallet (red, with hearts on it)
-one bottle of hand sanitizer (compliments of Senior Care Center)
-one receipt from OfficeMax (printer cartridges and CD labels)
-one tube of lip gloss (Clinique Longlast Glosswear, #21 [Bamboo Pink])
-one tube of Carmex
-four pens (three ballpoint, one gel)
-chewing gum (Ice Breakers Ice Cubes White, Wintergreen Splash)
-two receipts from Albertson's (sugar and lilies; water, club soda, and ice cream)
-one cake of rosin (Lizbenzeller Merall-Koluphonlum, Gold III)
-one bar of soap (wrapped)
-four Multi-Symptom Day Time Softgels
-one magnet from Hot Box Pizza
-one of these (sweet mint)
-one tube of Burt's Bees Beeswax Lip Balm
-five tampons (Kroger brand, two Super, two Light)
-several checks that need to be deposited
-$4 in coupons for the Good Samaritan store
-work keys (8) and name badge
-one facial tissue (used)
-one ticket stub (Yo-Yo Ma & Kathryn Stott at Bass Performance Hall, 3/16/2010)
-one cough drop wrapper (CVS brand, Cherry)
-one tin of Burt's Bees Lemon Butter Cuticle Creme

I wonder if this says anything about me.