Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

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My OrThOdicS aRe iN!!! Which means I can start training for running...for my race...that is exactly 16 days from today. This is not a big deal, I can handle this. I have an extremely high tolerance for pain so as long as I'm not absolutely dying I can push through the run if I'm just tired. ...right? I'm just worried. I'm worried I'm going to get to Texas and realize I undertrained. I'm worried that I've been working my ass off since October to just get down there and suck on the run. I'm worried I won't be fast enough. Or that I'll be disappointed. Or that my team will be disappointed. I just want this so bad and I've worked so hard all semester, barely keeping my head above water. I'm running on no sleep, I live off coffee, I don't even have time to think anymore. Anytime I sit down to just watch a movie I feel guilty because I know I should be doing homework or training or going to the Lab...it sucks living like this, I don't s...

Beautiful women train with intensity . The derive self-image from the quality of their work and their ability to excel. They don’t wear makeup to the gym, and they wouldn’t be caught dead with a vinyl pink dumbbell. They move iron, they do pull-ups, they jump, sprint, punch, and kick, and they use the elliptical machine— as a place to hang their jump rope. They spend their weekends in sport, climbing walls, winning races , and running rivers. They laugh as they sprint circles around the unschooled, turning the image-obsessed into benchwarmers. Beautiful women don’t care if they’re soaked in sweat and covered in dirt , if their nails are chipped or their hair out of place. They care only about quality of life. Beautiful women are happy, healthy, and strong, and they’re right there beside me, tossing conventional beauty on the ever-growing flames of what used to be.

Did you know there exists such things as CUBES OF BUTTER!? I didn't. Until I popped one in my mouth in the dining hall today and bit down. DEFINITELY NOT mozerella cheese. I gagged. Alone. In public. And you know what's even better? Our dining halls lack trashcans.

I've recently added to my criteria of datable guys. And I've gotten even more specific and picky - if that's possible. So in addition to my already extensive list of necessary characteristics, I decided he also must be a triathlete. End up story. Okay or at least willing to try a race and then have a high probability of getting addicted to it =) As if Tris haven't' consumed my entire life already, now it's imposing upon my love life. But honestly, I feel like the only people who get this whole obsession with triathlons are other triathletes - only they understand why I would get hit by two cars in one day and still cycle the next day. Or drop $120 on orthodics so I can run properly. That is insane. I accept that. I think I would consider just a cyclist or a swimmer, though. Definitely not just a runner, I'm not quite sure why...I think I have hidden animosity against them because I can't run without killing my legs and knees. That would lead to hidden an...

For really hardcore workouts I've come to realize the only way I can get them done is to "trick" myself. I go out convincing myself I'm only going to do a 2,000m swim or 20 mile bike...then at the last minute tack on extra. Or say I'm only going to do the 3 mile loop and then "accidently" miss the turn over the bridge and do the 7 mile. It's this odd pyschological deal I don't really understand and I actually think it has bipolar aspects to it, but whatever works. Today I convinced myself that I was only going to go to fitrec. Then Landry's called and said my bike was done. It was sunny, sooo enticing out. Well, I HAD to test out that everything was good after my two little car crashes yesterday so I took the Doctor for a little spin around the neighborhood. Ended up on Beacon. Okay I'll only do the small 17 mile loop. No hills. Takes an hour. No big deal. Then I remembered I haven't done hills in a while. Alright, I'll do ONE Sum...

It never fails to amaze me how easily a person can change. Actually no I take that back, I don't think people change. I think if you see a different side of a person, it actually always there...you just never noticed. Maybe because you were too caught up in the "romance" (Or lack thereof) or the situation or relationship, or maybe because you chose to turn a blind eye. It absolutely confirms my thought that you see what you want to see - or reality is how you preceive the truth. I guess the hints were always there. The little moments that caused me to stop and think, "wait...what?" But then I pushed it out of my mind, because I saw what I wanted to see and ignored everything that told me otherwise. It's also amazing how many different situations this thought applies to. So here is my philosophy on how to judge character: You can tell a lot about a person by the way he handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lig...