About a week ago I decided I needed a new adventure. Maybe it’s my ADD – maybe it’s avoidance. Maybe it’s that I still haven’t quite kicked my smoking habit as much as I’d like and I need to do something with all this inner ‘teenage’ angst I have. Who knows. Maybe it was a moment of insanity that made me google training for your first 5. Now even though I’m athletic (I’ve sprinted before – short distances, mostly, played softball, danced (not THAT KIND!) – and been a gym rat as of late) so this running more than a minute thing is SERIOUSLY a challenge for me. I’m definitely not a couch potato, but the thought of heavy breathing (why do all my posts take on a sexual vibe?) and sweating doesn’t exactly appeal to me. At least not when I’m alone in the elements first thing in the morning while running.

So I started this whole training project. And this coming week I’ll be on week 2. Ill be running a total of 2 minutes by the end of this week, I think. Supposedly at this rate – in 8 weeks I’ll be running 30 minutes non stop , which “they” say is a 5k. I think I’ll have to run 45 minutes straight to go that distance. I am not running fast enough to do a 10 minute mile. 3 miles is 5 kilometers, right? Damn American school system. Haven’t we been trying to move over to the metric system for the past 50 years now? Wouldn’t it have been easier to just do it already instead of giving us water bottles with liters and telling us how many cm something is next to the inches to avoid confusion. They tell us it’s easy – easier than the American system of units, yet the only people who are using the metric system are doctors and scientists. The smart people, basically. But I digress.

Running is hard. Anyone who runs has my complete attention and then a healthy dollop of respect on the side. People who run past me as I crawl along on my 20 minute mile are impressive. Their leg muscles inspire me and their even breath as they actually say hello to me as they pass is impressive beyond words. If I look in your direction as I’m “running” by you, consider yourself lucky. Half of the time I can’t see through the pain.

I’m exaggerating.

Slightly.

The thing is, I kinda like the challenge. I like running and knowing that whatever is inside of me – any fear or anxiety or worry or whatever, leaves my body because struggling for air and longing for my next breath takes precedent over any emotional trouble I might be feeling at the moment. I like the feeling when I forget the task of running and I look up and see squirrels running up trees, and flowers crawling slowly up someone’s white picket fence, and the fat Morris the Cat body double that lies in the middle of the path every Wednesday morning at about the same time every day as I gasp by. I love how at the end I’m always amazed at what I’ve accomplished. I like how strong I feel I am at that moment, and how my sweat catches up to me all of a sudden — like – “whoa! I’m hot!” flood of sweat that literally drips off my body in rivers of varying size and shape.

I wouldn’t say I’m addicted. Yet. But I’m fast on my way. I wouldn’t say it’s my drug of choice in making myself feel better, but it’s definitely in the top 5. I wouldn’t say I believe this whole process will work and in 8 weeks I’ll be running 30 minutes straight, but I’m definitely willing to try.

What do I have to lose?

So I’ve finished yet another week of school, and thankfully I survived.  I got my first A on my math test and I feel a bit of confidence brewing.  I don’t want to get too confident, but so far my method of doing all my homework immediately after my class, no matter how boring it is, and doing all of my problems, even AND odds (the teacher only assigns the odd problems), is working to my benefit.  I will continue doing all of the same things for the next test.  So far I understand everything that we are covering.  I’ll still do a few problems of review over the weekend so that I don’t forget anything.  I want to continue my straight A semesters if I can.    I have some philosophy left to do this evening, so this post will not be a long one.  I just promised I would have an addendum to my last post – and well, here it is. 

But wait.  Before I talk about my schedule this weekend – how did you enjoy the pod cast?  I heard from a few of you via email and Karl stopped in to tell me how my YTWD theme music makes him hard (gonna have to remember that for later, baby! lol!) – but what about the rest of you?  Kind of like old times, isn’t it?  For those of you who listened, you know that the yellow bus kids and I are about to have some serious adventures this semester that will be sure to keep you entertained while I attend school and fight for my A’s. LOL!  Today in “Study Hall” as I have termed it, the ysbks (yellow school bus kids) and I were out of control.  It felt like Friday in there – we were all hyper and stuff and well, it’s never really a good plan to stick 4 or more ADHD, ADD, and other questionably diagnosed kids in a room with various math problems with a pretty attractive male tutor.  It’s really not a good idea. 

“So, Matt….”

“Yeah?”

“How did you and math become so close?”

“What do you mean, CeCe?”

“Did you have like one of those seedy beginnings?  Were you interested in Science, but then you caught sight of Math from a distance and knew that you were destined to become lovahs?”

“CeCe – get back to work.”

…

“Do you think of us in terms of letters and more than, less than, and pi symbols – or are we our names?”

“CeCe – what the hell are you talking about?”

“When you write in your journal, Matt.  You know – at night – when you’re writing in your journal?  With your plate of cookies and glass of milk by your lap top? ‘Dear Diary, today I taught some kids about the laws of divisibility.  I saw the light in square root of 49′s eyes as she grasped the idea of how 31422 is divisible by 3 and I knew my job was complete…’ “ 

“CeCe – seriously – get back to work.”

“Writing in journals isn’t all that bad, Matt.”

“CeCe…”

“I’ll probably jot down a few things about this conversation in mine later.”

“What is my name going to be?”

“Matt.”

“Why?”

“Matt Damon.”

“Again I ask…WHY?”

“Good Will Hunting…”

“Get back to work, CeCe.”

“Fine, Matt.”

Good times! lol.

He’s way too young for me though.  I know some of you were wondering.

So back to my schedule this weekend.  My weeks are still a horrible mess.  I switched my philosophy class to Friday Mornings (fit in to my schedule while still allowing me to take spin.  I know I sound like a junky but spin class is serious coke.  I kid you not. So – Wednesday’s should open up now for calls in the evenings.  I have not gone to my writing class in forever on Thursdays because of my schedule, but, hopefully I’ll be able to in the upcoming weeks.  We’ll see.  So while I get all of this worked out continue to take note of my twitter on the side bar over there >> and if I’m logged in I’ll make an announcement or two.  You can also, as always, send me a note and request a special time.  If I get the requests ahead of time I can plan for it – so let me know as soon as you are able to and we’ll confirm and set up a time. 

The weekend schedule is as follows:

Friday:  Will log in no later than 10:00PM (PST).  (allowing dinner with parents and winding down after the day, etc). Will attempt to stay up until 1:00AM/2:00AM.  But I warn you.  It may not be pretty after 1:00AM…just a fair warning.

Saturday: Will log in for morning hours around 10AM (PST).  Will attempt to work for a few hours and then log off until evening.  I will log in for my Evening hours no later than 10:00PM (PST) but CeCe reserves the right to change her mind should her parents decide to take her out to a movie or dinner or something.  I will definitely let you know should my plans change from 10:00PM PST.  I will be working late even though CeCe’s parents are staring at her wondering why she isn’t going to church anymore Sunday Mornings. Plan on seeing me up until at least 1:00AM PST.  I may pass out before then but I will give it the good college TRY.

Sunday:  Will log in and out during the late mornings/afternoons.  There is a chance I might catch a spin class on Sunday, but I might just treadmill it or walk a few miles with Jackson.  Monday Morning Spin Class will come all too soon. Will log in early on Sunday evening – probably around 7:00PM/8:00PM PST and only staying on until 11:00PM MAX.  Got a 7:00am Spin Class at school and it seriously already kicks my ass. I don’t need further help from having had too many orgasms the night before.

So there we have it.  I’m going to sticky this too my computer/date book/and put it in my iCal (grin) so I will not forget.  If by some FLUKE I’m not available when I’ve said that I will be, email me on niteflirt and let me know when you attempted to call.  If indeed I was not available with out prior notification and if it was due to my … irresponsibility (lol!) and not some dire emergency like Jackson fighting a coyote in the back yard or something, I’ll make sure you are compensated for your troubles.  How about THAT for some incentive?

Talk to you soon – wish me luck on my philosophy assignment.  I may need it.