Friday, December 23, 2005


Date was as bad as a first date can be. One day. I will click with another? Though Mother Dearest just told me that she named me after Queen Elizabeth. M.D. thinks the Queen was hot because she never married. The Queen never married because she never wanted to compromise her power. Then M.D. said, "That is you." But I don't *want* that to be me. I have this strong independent woman thing down. Pat. I'm ready for what's next.

Thursday: ran, 9 kicking miles!
Friday: ran 5ish miles

My sister and I were supposed to run together this morning. My sister, as I've mentioned here before, is tiny. She runs pretty regularly. But I log much, MUCH more time on the road and in the gym. And many, MANY more miles. But today, when we ran together, she left me in her dust. I found this incredibly frustrating, because I train so much harder than she does. But, still, she dusted me. I attribute this dusting to the difference between our sizes, of course. I finished the run, in her dust, in a good time nonetheless.

My foot still hurts.

Massage tomorrow!


At 2:30 AM, Blogger Mia Goddess said...

hmmm... I started running when I weighed 30 pounds less than I do right now. My experience? The smaller you are, the easier it is to run. I feel like everything before this was just amateur hour, it's that much harder to do. Besides, if she wrote in a blog, you'd probably be able to read all about her thoughts on how hard it was to kick your butt out there, and how much she is suffering and paying for it now. :)

At 10:22 AM, Blogger Mich said...

You know, if I have to be left in the dust by anyone I'd rather it be my little sis... :-)

You could always imagine that she named you after the current Queen Elizabeth, who is a pretty talented woman. You know she trained as a jeep mechanic during World War II?


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