The Isolated Blurt Thread V: For Vendetta

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Rape-sex dream featuring Jennifer Carpenter? What the fuck, brain? We don't even find her hot. I mean, we do now, obviously. But that was a weird fucking pull from the celebrity Rolodex is all I'm saying.
 


Ahhhh.


The first outdoor run of the year is always a bitch. I dread it every year. The last outdoor run was on 28 December and even though I try to make up for the inability to run outdoors by pounding away on the treadmill, it just isn't the same. Every year, that first run is painful.

Today saw a brief weather window had to be seized— 68° (20°C) before returning to 36° overnight. And, true to form, the run was painful. I got three miles in up the big hill and doubling back before a combination of lack of will and stamina reduced me to walking the last 0.78 mile.

I'm glad I keep notes. While I'm alarmed by the fact that I'm carrying some extra winter weight, I can see that it's no worse this year than in the past. I can also see that, in years gone by, I've ended up walking for a part of the initial run. All in all— not too bad.

And so it begins anew. There's at least seven months of good weather ahead to accomplish what needs to be done.

It doesn't get any easier with age.




So true. The worst part about aging is that it takes so much longer to recover. And at a certain point it seems that the nagging tears never heal and the aches never go away.
 
Really could have used some help...

And that was only the first round.
 
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The Conadria figs are soaking in apricot brandy and Cointreau. I am trying to be patient.
 
ha! most men are utterly clueless as to how women look without the weekly hours of pampering and topiary. it always makes me giggle when you're all so shocked by the perfectly normal and ordinary.
 
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