Thursday, April 9, 2009

Running In Spirit Is Not Enough

The last week and a half has been beyond busy for me. I turned 26 (let's not talk about how I am 26 year old intern with loads of debt), my bff got married, I helped open a shoe store, had a magazine event, and a massive fundraiser for the radio station. In the past ten days, I dealt with all that and ran only twice. Awesome. How many days to the half marathon? Not enough. I am getting back into my routine tonight and as I nosh on my chocolate chip cookie, I am mapping out my route. That's another thing, my diet has been out of whack with all the running around (but no actual running). Mac & cheese last night, Taco Bell the night before, and then pizza on Monday. My birthday brought tons of chocolate and birthday cake. Mmmmm cake. A friend of mine from high school said I type this blog while munching on asparagus and carrots. HAHAHHAHAHAHA! Yeah right, my stomach wishes. Hey tummy, you a little upset from that mac & cheese? Let me settle you with some carmel popcorn. I am sure going to the grocery store and replenishing my fruit bin would help, but who has the time?

On another note, my yippiness (yuppie hippiness) was challenged at the magazine event. I know, you are shocked. No one is more of a yippie than me. But someone had the audacity to say I was not a good enough yippie because I don't grow my own organic fruits and vegetables. Ummm.... I tried gardening and never got around to it so now I have organic foods delivered to my house. I also lived two blocks from Chez Panisse, Alice Waters' restaurant. For those of you who don't know, she's the "inventor" of the slow food movement. I lived in the center of yippiness. I don't think I need to grow my own organic food with connections like that. Scoff, I am SO a good yippie. Now if only I could be a good runner...

2 comments:

  1. Um who would dare question your yippiness? You are the ultimate yippie :)

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  2. I am the ultimate yippie!!! But am planting a garden just in case.

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