Today is rest day, which means no running for me, which is great because my legs feel totally dead (probably because of the shoes, possibly due to increase of mileage from non consistent to constant). Today, the plan is to go to Barnes and eat cheesecake while reading girl magazines. Rest day means that I can eat cheesecake without it ruining my run. And that I can eat breakfast with Alex, without scheduling breakfast around the run. Also, today's breakfast was awesome - because I love scrambled eggs on toast. Yum!
     Alex has been working out in the mornings. He actually wakes up at 6:30, and goes to the gym to either run, or do strength training workout things. It's rather impressive, and I'm very proud. He wants to gain weight, and be stronger, and faster, and all these good things - and I'm just happy to have a strong man to do manly things for me, like open jars and such. In all seriousness, it's great to see him doing this for himself. And last Sunday, he went and ran 5 miles! So, I'm slowly converting my whole entire family to a family of runners. My sister can't run (knee issues, hip problems... all sorts of problems that a 17year old shouldn't encounter, but she manages to find), but she works out quite a bit, and she bikes, and I've already said how proud I am of my sister all of the time. Ashley runs, and makes the best running buddy ever - so we should live in the same city for once, and go on long runs together - because that would my heart spin in excitement. My dad has been running quite a bit, and should start recording that stuff, and participating in races - but, hey, one step at a time. My mom is getting into it, although slowly. And now Alex! And I like the fact that there are more people that I can talk to about my running, and they will understand my excitements and depressions. Although, the lj runners community is pretty great for that kind of thing also.
     Okay, time to take a shower, and go to Barnes and read those silly magazines. Also, today is the day that I buy new running shoes, and I'm pretty excited, because the older ones are starting to give me shin splints. Plus, I like new running things, makes me very hyper and perky.

      Okay, a new project in mind. I will bake, once a week, for a year. Actually there shall be a trial period until my birthday, and after that I'll bake every week for a year, and post about it here. This idea is brought to you by my baking of cupcakes, and feeling great about the world in general, and my attempts to cook more. I'll bake, starting with cupcakes, and switching to something else if I get tired of cupcakes, and then take pictures, and post about it every Friday, starting from next week. It shall be all sorts of epic.
     I actually ran 17 miles this week, and I'm pretty glad that it feels like I'm slowly getting on track. Next week, I'll run the same mileage (increasing the long run by .5-1 mile), and do 20 minutes of yoga each day that I run. I'm pretty sure I can follow a one week resolution. There's a lot of base building to be done in order to be ultrarunning marathons, which must be done eventually, I think. My becoming a long distance runner is sort of unavoidable.

     I haven't enjoyed looking at art that elicits an emotional response, because I do not want to go deep into the sorting closet of my head, and look through that shit that's been stored there for a year and a half. Seriously, I will admit that I do not want to write, and feel that I can't, because I don't want to see what is in there. It's scary. Writing is cutting yourself open and spilling your guts out on paper completely, all your innards hanging loose for the world to see, and observe, and I have sewn my mouth shut on the topic, and will not write about it. I don't even feel like she deserves my writing about her, but I can't help that everything I have attempted to write since January has her in it. My brain is crawling with the remnants of Katie. I am not ready to see my innards.
     On the other hand, I may need to do things that are art but not writing. Like painting, and sculpture - and yea, I should get right back into that sometime.

    Pretentious, cocky people turn me on so fucking much. Pretentious people that talk about delicious food even more so. A show for pretentious assholes cooking food - is designed for me. Also, I the combination of arousal and amusement. Sex, laughter, and food are the best things in life.
     His name is Ludo - and he is made of so much fail. (You can't be cocky if you don't have the balls to back it up. Seriously.) I wish I was watching this with my sister.
     Now, off to make lemon sugar cookies for dinner with some friends tonight. I haven't made them before, but I can already tell they will be phenomenal. Mmm, lemon zest.

     I had a job interview, and now I have a second interview on Monday - which I guess, could be good, but I don't want to say anything else about it since I'm a big believer in jinxes. And after a month of helpless searching, I don't want to place a lot of hope into one opportunity. It'll all work out, eventually, but I'd like a job sooner rather than later. I want to start having my own money, and be all adult-like, and pay for things and stuff. Although, a second job interview means a second job interview outfit - so now I have to buy one of those. And probably a purse, since that's another one of those things I should have. Although, Panda kept talking about that being a birthday present, so maybe I'll hold out and buy New Balance shoes instead. Because shoes are awesome, and so is running.
    I'm starting to assemble a list of meals in my head - that I can make, and that Alex will eat/enjoy. Our personal cookbook to choose dinners from, I guess. I made pot roast a couple of weeks ago with potatoes and carrots of deliciousness, and lasagna (which I haven't mastered yet), and risotto, and shepherd's pie, and asian dumplings (we made these together, and on a scale of awesome to awesome, they were phenomenal). So, yesterday I made fajitas with flank stead, and red/yellow peppers and onions, and guacamole, and that turned out fantastic. And Alex actually promised to eat the pepper/onion mixture, and I didn't have to hide veggies from him like he's a little kid. (I did this with the lasagna, and he was not pleased... ) And today, we're making black bean burgers and sweet potato fries. Hopefully, that will be another meal to remember.
    I've been running more regularly these days than I was in May. I'm getting used to the treadmill. Just like Moony, I watch bad mtv shows while I jog merrily. I've also been running slower, as to not burnout while building my aerobic base. I'll let you know how that works out. I'm aiming for 70-80 miles in July.