Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love

I am by far the world's worst girlfriend...ever. I forgot to blog about this earlier because it happened last week. Anyway, last week while Chris and I were outdoor rock climbing in W. Mass...I dropped him! He was almost 9 feet up on this cliff and he slipped, and I didn't catch him. What kind of girlfriend am I? He literally slid down the side of the cliff, got caught about a foot above the ground, swung into a tree, hit the cliff again, and fell on the ground. All while I just watched. It didn't even OCCUR to me that it was my fault until he was laying on his back gasping, "oh god. Ow." and laughing. Yes, laughing. I just kept thinking, "IT'S NOT FUNNY! I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU!" Thankfully, he was perfectly fine except the wind got knocked out of him and he has a scratch on his back and was covered in dirt. He wasn't even the least bit upset- he felt bad that I felt bad. It ended up with him apologizing to me. What the hell. That doesn't ev...

I ran 8.5 miles last night! Whew! It's a long way away from the marathon, and I'm a bit behind my 2 best girls and my manager...but I'm cruising at my own pace and 8.5 miles was a stretch for me. I only went to the Longfellow bridge - a loop which is about 6 miles from my aparment - but then as I came around to the BU boathouse where I need to make a left back onto the bridge to get to Comm Ave, I found myself still energized and feeling better than I did the first 5 miles, so I passed it up and kept going and added two more bridges. I kind of regretted it running back up the Comm Ave hill home, but after I felt awesome. When I got to CitySports, less than a half mile from my apt, I walked and started talking to this guy walking next to me. He asked what I was training for and said I had that, "triathlon" looking body. He said I looked really good - and not in a creepy way - and told me to keep it up, "mind over matter." He wished me luck and went into t...

Well, I named my bike. Now I just have to wait until it gets here. Is it completely absurd I feel like I'm cheating on Doc Jones? I can't throw him away...I just can't. Chris and I are building a new bike together from some of his parts and naming it Junior Jones, in loving memory. Anyway, this new bike is completely worthy of taking the Doc's place...it's ridiculous how nice of a bike it is. I'm completely smitten once again. And how cute is the name Mister Mac? Mister Mac Mac Mac all dressed in black black black... or Mac Attack ...Mac the Tarmac Hit the road Mac! I have something about giving my bikes surnames...so I have to continue with that. Doctor Jones...Mister Mac... I like the nicknames that come along with it. I can just say, "the Mister and I are going out for a spin." just like I used to say, "Bonding with the Doctor." It adds mystery. I can't WAIT to welcome Mister Mac to his new home!

It's official!!! I ordered and put a down payment on my brand new 2011 carbon fiber Tarmac Comp - there are only 25 56cm bikes available in the country...and I got one!!! I'm stoked out of my mind. Problem is I have to wait until FRIDAY to get it...So I get Chris back and a new bike all in the same day. Friday will be a good day. Tonight Al and I walked around for almost 4 hours - okay well we talked for 2 hours in Mixx then we walked for two. Sometimes all you need is frozen yogurt, a summer night, and your very best friend by your side. love love love, me

So it's only about $500 more than I wanted to spend...but oh my. This bike is a dream to ride...I rode it up a hill and it practically pedaled for me. So I think if I do nothing but work the month of August, live off Ramen noodles, and not spend a penny on anything other than bike funds...I may be able to pull this one off. It would be worth it.

So turns out Dr. Jones is totaled - awesome. Except not so much. There's something about your first racing bike that makes you really attached to it..Jones wasn't just a bike, he was my partner in crime and part of the family. Everyone knows him! That's why I decided I'm keeping the frame as a momento even after I get my new bike. So now comes the hard part: what piece of aluminum and carbon fiber is going to fill the bike treads of the Doctor? It's going to have to be a pretty SWEET bike to fill his shoes - he was one hell of a machine that carried me thousands of miles. So far I'm looking at: Cervelo - which would be ridiculous! Specialized - match Chris? Trek - like lance Felt - my first racing company... will always have a special place in my heart I'm hoping maybe I can work enough the next month to afford a $2,000 bike...upgrade a little. Maybe I can beg for money and weedle my way in with the bike shop to mooch off all the discounts I can. Maybe I can...

Sometimes I regret going to school so far away...not often, and not for long periods of time. But sometimes. I miss home a lot right now. It completely sucks not being able to go home. I looked up plane tickets today, $240 each way...how ridiculous. All my friends are starting to go home for the rest of the summer and I don't get to. Chris is coming back for a few days but then he's leaving again, so that whole lonely feeling sets in. I love the city and I love my apartment, but I'm just sad. Sometimes you just need to be in your old bed, in your own house, with your family. It just sucks I only get to see mine 3 times a year, if that. The next time I'll be home is Thanksgiving..then after that at Christmas I go straight to Florida and back again. So I get to be home in STL for 2 weeks in 2010 - literally. I went home for a week in the spring and a week in the fall. Kind of wishing I would have thought this one through fully before shipping up and moving to Boston. Of c...