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I've been sort of under the weather this week. It started with running a fever and contracting a mighty sore throat and sort of morphed into an all-around headcold -- the bowling ball forehead, the congestion, the thirsty throat. Yuck. Maybe something's blooming that I'm allergic to. No idea. Anyway, I've been fuzzy all week as a result and didn't get to the gym until last night. I ran for 28 minutes for week 8, day 1. It was tough; it's always tough. Last night's playlist was stacked with songs from the South Park movie, "30/90" from tick, tick . . . BOOM!, and "Another Day" from Rent. I was really struggling to keep going at the end, but thankfully I'd forgotten that I'd just purchased "Since You've Been Gone" (FINALLY) and put it last so it surprised me when it came on and totally fueled me forth with its awesomeness. I was wholly pooped when I was done. I called my sister and asked her if it takes me 28 minutes to run 2.25 miles, how long will it take me to run 3.1 miles? Sure, I could do a little ratio setting up and cross multiplying, but why bother when she can basically do it in her head in less time than it would take me to get out the pencil and piece of paper? And she told me it would take me about 38.5 minutes. Which is, you know, sort of mortifying. I told my boyfriend that maybe I should safety pin a sign to my shirt that says, "IT'S MY FIRST RACE, PLEASE DON'T RUN ME OVER OR LAUGH AT ME." I actually started tearing up when saying this. He assured me that such a sign is not necessary. I figure I might actually come in last. But that will just have to be okay. 38.5 minutes might be ridiculous compared to how fast my sister and my boyfriend can run, but I could barely run for one minute eight weeks ago, and I need to try to remember that. My sister and I discussed last night that neither of us is capable of relaxing with a video at night without falling asleep. Which is not weird for her because she can pretty much fall asleep in a chair of nails on an airplane tarmac while someone is barfing up her nose -- but which is weird for me because I can only sometimes fall asleep in a dark room with a noise machine emitting the relaxing sounds of the ocean in my very comfortable bed with my childhood blankie. Maybe we're genetically predisposed to being lulled by the sound of the television. I'm very excited to see her soon. I'm still not over the end of Everwood. I can't even talk about it. I'm very sad that it's over, but my sadness is really overshadowed by my disgust at the fact that the CW actually chose 7th Heaven over Everwood. It makes me actually angry. I'm just glad that I had this wonderful show in my life for four years. It meant a lot to me. I don't know what else to say. I had to keep a pee diary for three days which I will present to the doctor tomorrow morning so she has "objective data" relative to my nighttime issues. Keeping a pee diary was strange, awkward, demoralizing, and enlightening all at the same time. I will spare you the details. Now I must watch So You Think You Can Dance. It's so trashy and terrible -- I love it. Why has no one told me about this show before?
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