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-- Amy Lester In recent converstaions with Amy Lester during which we covered the topics of life, love, Jennifer Garner vs. Reese Witherspoon, Quinn, and how could Shonda Rhimes do this to us, she said at one point that she could not bear it if I were not happy. And knowing that she meant that with all of her heart really meant something to me. It meant that I'm so glad I know her and all of my other friends I've met through this site. Okay, shmoop over. Shelley has been heavy into Grey's Anatomy analysis mode since the finale. She has decided that it's the worst show she's ever seen but that she loves it anyway. She has decided that Burke is the hottest thing ever to hit television and that scenes in which he has no shirt cause her to fall down on the floor and be paralyzed by his hotness. She is also very amazed that they showed such an explicit panty removal scene on regular old prime time. Anyway. I really don't have anything to talk about except for the running program and The L Word. (Spoilers to follow in this paragraph.) Last night I watched the episode when Alice finds out about Dana's cancer and she goes to the hospital room and she and Lara embrace and she totally stands up for Lara to Dana's assholey parents and it made me cry. I was like, wow. Yes. All the petty bullshit gets cast aside when you are united with your mortal enemy by your mutual love of someone who might die. As for the damn running program, I did week 5, day 1 the other night, and it was fine. The five-minute segments aren't that hard anymore. I mean, they're hard in that I breathe a huge sigh of relief when they're over, but I can get through them without wanting to absolutely die. I'm noticing that I'm getting way less winded than I did before, but my legs are hurting like a son of a beyotch pretty much throughout the entire run. I hope this is normal and they're just trying to get adjusted to actually being used. Seriously, it's like I can hear this in my mind with every step: "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." Over and over and over. I got great new shoes and I don't think I'm running with bad form. I think my legs are just weak and not used to this concrete pounding business. They much prefer to have their ends stuck in slippers, shuffling energylessly back and forth from the pantry to the fridge. I feel like things are on my mind but I don't know what to write about. I don't like to talk about work so I'll just say that work is wearing me out. The days are extremely busy and pretty long and I'm really looking forward to the end of the busy time. I'm very much excited to go visit my sister this summer. That's the weekend of the 5K that hopefully I'll be able to finish, but I'm also pumped to go to a city I've always wanted to visit but never have and hopefully meet someone I've known a long time online. Sometimes I think I'm not being a very good maid of honor because I'm not helping my sister in planning anything really or doing anything bacheloretty. I need to talk to her about this soon. I also want to go up there sometime this fall and take her to a Broadway show as kind of a let's celebrate your engagement thing. I was in a late meeting last night starting to space out. One of the people on the panel started saying, "Take me back," and immediately my mind spun off into a reverie all about Schmuel, as in the way that he sings "Take me baaaaaack! Take me baaaaaack all forty-one years!" I love that song. Especially when at the end he sings: The ambitious freak you are? Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar Say hello to Cathy Hyatt, big-time star . . .
Here's a headshot guy and a new BackStage Take your time God, I love it. I LOVE THAT SHOW. Okay, it's now a little later and I can report that I just finished week 5, day 2. And I'm here to tell you that I think the point when it's ninety degrees at six in the evening is the point when it's too hot to run outside anymore. It was hard. And because my brain short-circuited, I had the goddamn Shuffle on the wrong setting so my songs weren't playing in order so I had to GUESSTIMATE MY SEGMENTS. Which I don't know about anyone else who's done this program but was just about the most maddening thing of all time. I've followed the timing of each walking and running segment to the damn letter every single time and to have it not be accurate was killing me. KILLING ME. I think I ran a little more than eight minutes on the first run and a little under eight minutes on the second run. Which, like I said, maddening. I was totally about to keel over on the second run and I'm kind of disgusted that I didn't even do it the full eight minutes. (I know this now that I've checked the song times on the Shuffle upon getting home.) I was so worn out by the end. Were it not for "Please" from Miss Saigon on the walking cooldown as I neared my house, the garbagemen might have found me tomorrow morning after I'd crawled into someone's curbside trashcan to whimper and suck my thumb. Honestly. It's painful. And it's painfully pathetic-feeling to note that I am BARELY RUNNING. I'm going sooooo slooowly, and yet it is still so hard. Shouldn't it be easier by midway through week 5? How in the hell am I going to run twenty minutes straight next time? I'll tell you how. I'll be infuckingside on a treadfuckingmill. Best songs to run to today, albeit mixed up orderwise: "Thoroughly Modern Millie" from the musical of the same title, "Hounds of Love" by the Futureheads, and "Outbound Train" by Nanci Griffith. (I would kill to see The Drowsy Chaperone. Kill.) Don't even try to talk to me about Everwood's cancellation. I tried to brace myself and tell myself I'd be all stoic about it, but I'm not. I'm indignant and sad. It would be one thing if crappy shows like 7th Heaven and One Tree Hill were also being cancelled, but they're not. I just hope that Bright gets to redeem himself before it's all over and does not die crashing through a window as he appeared to in a recent preview and that Drs. Abbott and Brown end up, as they were always meant to, running away together to live in a mountain cabin while their bickering and love echo through the snow-covered treetops.
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