"Just because it burns
Doesn't mean you're gonna die
You've gotta get up and try, try, try."
--Pink, "Try."
Well, back to the drawing board.
:)
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
The First of December
"Sweet Baby James"
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range.
His horse and his cattle are his only companions.
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons,
waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire,
thinking about women and glasses of beer.
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire,
he sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
as if maybe someone could hear...
Goodnight you moon light ladies,
rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Now the first of December was covered with snow
and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting,
with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
a song that they sing when they take to the sea,
a song that they sing of their home in the sky,
maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep,
but singing works just fine for me.
So, goodnight you moon light ladies,
rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range.
His horse and his cattle are his only companions.
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons,
waiting for summer, his pastures to change.
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire,
thinking about women and glasses of beer.
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire,
he sings out a song which is soft but it's clear
as if maybe someone could hear...
Goodnight you moon light ladies,
rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Now the first of December was covered with snow
and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting,
with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
a song that they sing when they take to the sea,
a song that they sing of their home in the sky,
maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep,
but singing works just fine for me.
So, goodnight you moon light ladies,
rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose,
won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye sweet baby James.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Peace of My Heart
"Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Much of mistrust, love's gone behind
Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind
Much of mistrust, love's gone behind
In between
What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine
Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
If I fear I'm losing you it's just no good
You teasing like you do."
--"Heart of Glass," Blondie.
Huh, that's funny. When I have an idea for a new blog post concept, I usually google a bit to find some song lyrics that seem to get at some corner of what I'm thinking or experiencing. I certainly have heard the above song dozens of times, and I probably even knew some of the lyrics, but I didn't know just how apt Debbie Harry's lyrics were.
I've been in love. I have been in relationships with people who said they loved me. Looking back on those relationships, things were (wrong, weird, bad, whatever) with them such that I was essentially losing my mind at the end.
This past year, (yes--it has been over a year since my last breakup), I have felt pretty darn fine. I tried to let go of fear (mostly of getting old and never becoming a mom, to put it bluntly) and just enjoy myself. I followed my joy wherever it lead me. Oddly, it led me up a mountain on my bike over and over, which I never would have expected, but nonetheless, I just. HAD. FUN.
But, deep down, there was something clawing at my heart. Who am I fooling: it wasn't deep down. It was just below the surface. As long as I didn't think about it or talk about it too much, I could pretend it wasn't there, but then it would creep up and I had to acknowledge...
I want love. I want to love and be loved. I want to have a partner. A man. Someone who I can be nice to and who will be nice back to me. Someone I can count on. Someone who will help me through challenging weeks (like this past one) and who will let me help him. Someone who wants a partnered life. Who wants a family (eventually). Someone who will be strong enough to weather the storms of life. Someone who can let me go ride my bike up a mountain--he can join if he wants!
So, this summer and fall I decided I had to get back in the game and try to find him. Again. Oh, dating. Trying to "have fun dating" is a cross between a challenge and a joke. And online dating... puke. It was certainly fun to get the messages from the lovely boyz 10-15 years my junior, who just wanted me to give them a chance... But contemplating playing with them always reminded me that I am looking for a man. I was often encouraged to just go PLAY, but I knew it would be more painful than fun.
My stupid weak heart. Ugh. My mind, my body: I have trained them to be strong, athletic, and disciplined. My heart is a pile of mush. Well, there is a thin layer of iron around it, and I will pretend that layer is thick as long as I can get away with it.
Yeah, shit. I'm at a place where I can't get away with it.
There's a boy. A guy. A man, actually. And I like him. He makes me smile and laugh, and, and he keeps me on my toes in fun ways. And I'm in that place in the "relationship" where I have like, NO peace of mind. I want to keep having fun with him as we have been (hence getting to this place). I want to keep getting to know him. I want to spend more time with him.
I might could maybe want more.
But my damn heart. UGH. I want to let it care about him. I've been protecting it. Not letting it free. Not allowing myself to start to love again. It gets all panicky when it thinks it could get stomped on again. And then I act like a moron.
And I'm not a moron.
I'm a confident, self-aware, self-directed, fun-loving, fun-having, successful gal who has been a little unlucky in love. There's nothing abnormal about wanting a boyfriend/man to love/possible partner. There's nothing abnormal about having been a little unlucky.
My sister, the wonderwoman, asked me some questions about the current man up for evaluation.
"Does he ever make you feel bad about yourself?"
No. Kinda like never. He makes me feel glad I'm me. There was one moment where he was making fun of me, and I went to THAT PLACE WHERE I LIVED HALF MY LIFE (i.e., hating my very existence), but it wasn't him doing it. It was me. He was just making fun of me, legitimately. I said something kinda silly and I deserved it.
"Do you feel like you can ask for what you want?"
Aside from my own inability to articulate my needs? Yes. I can ask for what I want. I don't usually know how. And that is my problem. I never got good at it because the men I've been in relationships with have been assholes who never cared what I want. I stumble over my words when I want to ask for something. I tried to ask for things with H2, and it brought on such a negative response that I learned to shut up.
So here I am: practiced, learned, trained in so many things, and a complete moron at articulating my relationship needs.
I want to know if it's okay to let myself start to care more for the current fella. And I friggin' just don't know how to ask in a way that I will get an answer that isn't something I will read into and turn into the wrong thing.
I'm tired of being a relationship moron and blaming it on the jerks who came before the current guy.
Tips? Suggestions?
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Much of mistrust, love's gone behind
Once I had a love and it was divine
Soon found out I was losing my mind
It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind
Much of mistrust, love's gone behind
In between
What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine
Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
If I fear I'm losing you it's just no good
You teasing like you do."
--"Heart of Glass," Blondie.
Huh, that's funny. When I have an idea for a new blog post concept, I usually google a bit to find some song lyrics that seem to get at some corner of what I'm thinking or experiencing. I certainly have heard the above song dozens of times, and I probably even knew some of the lyrics, but I didn't know just how apt Debbie Harry's lyrics were.
I've been in love. I have been in relationships with people who said they loved me. Looking back on those relationships, things were (wrong, weird, bad, whatever) with them such that I was essentially losing my mind at the end.
This past year, (yes--it has been over a year since my last breakup), I have felt pretty darn fine. I tried to let go of fear (mostly of getting old and never becoming a mom, to put it bluntly) and just enjoy myself. I followed my joy wherever it lead me. Oddly, it led me up a mountain on my bike over and over, which I never would have expected, but nonetheless, I just. HAD. FUN.
But, deep down, there was something clawing at my heart. Who am I fooling: it wasn't deep down. It was just below the surface. As long as I didn't think about it or talk about it too much, I could pretend it wasn't there, but then it would creep up and I had to acknowledge...
I want love. I want to love and be loved. I want to have a partner. A man. Someone who I can be nice to and who will be nice back to me. Someone I can count on. Someone who will help me through challenging weeks (like this past one) and who will let me help him. Someone who wants a partnered life. Who wants a family (eventually). Someone who will be strong enough to weather the storms of life. Someone who can let me go ride my bike up a mountain--he can join if he wants!
So, this summer and fall I decided I had to get back in the game and try to find him. Again. Oh, dating. Trying to "have fun dating" is a cross between a challenge and a joke. And online dating... puke. It was certainly fun to get the messages from the lovely boyz 10-15 years my junior, who just wanted me to give them a chance... But contemplating playing with them always reminded me that I am looking for a man. I was often encouraged to just go PLAY, but I knew it would be more painful than fun.
My stupid weak heart. Ugh. My mind, my body: I have trained them to be strong, athletic, and disciplined. My heart is a pile of mush. Well, there is a thin layer of iron around it, and I will pretend that layer is thick as long as I can get away with it.
Yeah, shit. I'm at a place where I can't get away with it.
There's a boy. A guy. A man, actually. And I like him. He makes me smile and laugh, and, and he keeps me on my toes in fun ways. And I'm in that place in the "relationship" where I have like, NO peace of mind. I want to keep having fun with him as we have been (hence getting to this place). I want to keep getting to know him. I want to spend more time with him.
I might could maybe want more.
But my damn heart. UGH. I want to let it care about him. I've been protecting it. Not letting it free. Not allowing myself to start to love again. It gets all panicky when it thinks it could get stomped on again. And then I act like a moron.
And I'm not a moron.
I'm a confident, self-aware, self-directed, fun-loving, fun-having, successful gal who has been a little unlucky in love. There's nothing abnormal about wanting a boyfriend/man to love/possible partner. There's nothing abnormal about having been a little unlucky.
My sister, the wonderwoman, asked me some questions about the current man up for evaluation.
"Does he ever make you feel bad about yourself?"
No. Kinda like never. He makes me feel glad I'm me. There was one moment where he was making fun of me, and I went to THAT PLACE WHERE I LIVED HALF MY LIFE (i.e., hating my very existence), but it wasn't him doing it. It was me. He was just making fun of me, legitimately. I said something kinda silly and I deserved it.
"Do you feel like you can ask for what you want?"
Aside from my own inability to articulate my needs? Yes. I can ask for what I want. I don't usually know how. And that is my problem. I never got good at it because the men I've been in relationships with have been assholes who never cared what I want. I stumble over my words when I want to ask for something. I tried to ask for things with H2, and it brought on such a negative response that I learned to shut up.
So here I am: practiced, learned, trained in so many things, and a complete moron at articulating my relationship needs.
I want to know if it's okay to let myself start to care more for the current fella. And I friggin' just don't know how to ask in a way that I will get an answer that isn't something I will read into and turn into the wrong thing.
I'm tired of being a relationship moron and blaming it on the jerks who came before the current guy.
Tips? Suggestions?
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Misunderstood
"Miss independent
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance, mmmm
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere, no
Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne."
--"Miss Independent," Kelly Clarkson.
I am seriously, seriously tired of being told I'm "intimidating."
So friggin' tired of it.
It's funny, because my sister thinks that I am TOO NICE to men that I date. She thinks I bend over backward for others, putting my own needs second.
I am so, so confused. I'm literally torn over it. Part of me laughs, and thinks, "PAMF! You must be pretty LOW on yourself to be scared of me." And part of me cries, because... I'm just a girl, looking for a boy.
I actually googled it today, and this actually made me feel better.
Temporarily.
Miss self-sufficient
Miss keep your distance, mmmm
Miss unafraid
Miss out of my way
Miss don't let a man interfere, no
Miss on her own
Miss almost grown
Miss never let a man help her off her throne."
--"Miss Independent," Kelly Clarkson.
I am seriously, seriously tired of being told I'm "intimidating."
So friggin' tired of it.
It's funny, because my sister thinks that I am TOO NICE to men that I date. She thinks I bend over backward for others, putting my own needs second.
I am so, so confused. I'm literally torn over it. Part of me laughs, and thinks, "PAMF! You must be pretty LOW on yourself to be scared of me." And part of me cries, because... I'm just a girl, looking for a boy.
I actually googled it today, and this actually made me feel better.
Temporarily.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
It's My Road
"My body tells me no,
But I won't quit
Cause I want more."
--"My Body," Young the Giant.
It's late and I'm tired and I will probably ramble in this post, but there are cupcakes in the oven and I am in the mood to write, so here goes.
It's been a long time.
Today was a big day for me. I'm probably going to start crying as I write this. I registered for my very first IronMan triathlon today.
HOLY SHITBALLS. I'm going to do IronMan. And yes, coach, I want to finish, so I understand that this is about pacing and not "shredding the bike course."
IronMan. What the hell. I always said, "When I'm ready, it will be there." And I always thought it would be years before I would be ready. I had all these ideas about when it would happen. All these plans about waiting for the timing *of everything* to be right. For the ducks to be lined up.
But the ducks, they fucking never line up. Damn ducks!
And there I was, in 105-degree weather, racing the General Smallwood Triathlon, singing to myself the song quoted above, care of an old high school friend who actually MAILED me (like, USPS, for reals) a MIX CD with that song chosen specifically because she knows I like to do these crazy triathlon things...
[BEGIN MUSHY PHILOSOPHICAL TRIATHLON SHIT]
And it hit me. As I was zooming through the rolling hills of Indianhead, MD, I starting laughing. First to myself, and then right out loud. And then I yelled.
"I'm going to do IronMan!"
The next day I was driving up to IKEA with my friend Ellen (who had wisely opted out of General Smallwood). She did IMoo in 2011 and IMNJ (haha) in 2012. She asked me why I thought the timing was right.
And I told her.
I love every second. I love Pad Thai for lunch the day before a race and packing my transition bag. I love driving however far I have to go with however many friends need a ride to some awesome location with bikes on the roof and making oatmeal and coffee in random hotel rooms at 4 in the morning on race day. I love setting up my bike and gear and nutrition and wondering how accurate the course maps were that I studied for weeks.
I love guessing how far into the swim I will be before the speed demons in the wave behind me will catch up. I love how every time I jump in the water, I get a rush that I can actually SWIM in OPEN WATER for HOWEVER LONG THE COURSE IS. I love that moment in the middle where I'm thinking "Damn this swim is long, but hey, I'm out in the middle of (body of water) and if I keep swimming in the general direction of that yellow thing WAY the hell away, I will eventually be on land again!"
I love running into T1 and wondering why it took me so damn long to get there. :)
I love that my T1 time is half of what it was 3 years ago.
I love getting on my BAMF of a bike and yelling "ON YOUR LEFT" to all the ladies who swam faster than me. I love passing boys with "20" on their calves and laughing as they try to keep up. I love that I can finally grab a bottle being handed off by a volunteer. I love that I see countrysides and hills and roads all over the country that most people either don't see or don't remember.
I love drafting for exactly 14 seconds.
I love putting my running shoes on and the feeling of "YAHOO! I'm gonna do it!!" as I take each step along the course. I love aid stations that have cups only half full of water. I love GU. I love mile marker parties, usually hosted by me. I love coming down the chute and adjusting my number and tri top for perfect finish line photos.
And I'm going to love every second, every pain, pinch, fuck-up, triumph, pothole, bottle of water, peanut butter sandwich, ounce of chamois cream, and every single one of the 140.6 miles that will constitute IronMan Mont-Tremblant on August 18, 2013.
[END MUSHY PHILOSOPHICAL TRIATHLON SHIT]
***************************************
And there is more to say. About how I got here, and how this year wasn't what I expected. How I had to start over--yet again--and I had no idea it was coming. How I find myself on a completely different road than I thought I would be one year ago. How it took me about six months to figure out that I was in a MUCH BETTER PLACE than I was one year ago.
It was a long slog from November. Perhaps akin to a long climb up a steep hill, and shit, I'm already in my granny gear. But you turn the pedals over. And then you do it again. There are at least 5 false summits, of course. :) But I think I finally made it to the top (of THAT hill, at least, haha).
But it's MY ROAD, and I'm going to ride it how I wanna.
***************************************
My mother is convinced that signing up for IronMan means giving up on other things that I want from my life. She's wrong. Sure, training is going to be a bit of a beast come June through August next year, but in my life, I don't think I've ever done anything more self-affirming than what I did today.
Fuck those disorderly ducks. They are never going to line up. For the record, Mom: I'm not giving up on ANYTHING by making this choice.
I love this day.
That is all.
***************************************
But I won't quit
Cause I want more."
--"My Body," Young the Giant.
It's late and I'm tired and I will probably ramble in this post, but there are cupcakes in the oven and I am in the mood to write, so here goes.
It's been a long time.
Today was a big day for me. I'm probably going to start crying as I write this. I registered for my very first IronMan triathlon today.
HOLY SHITBALLS. I'm going to do IronMan. And yes, coach, I want to finish, so I understand that this is about pacing and not "shredding the bike course."
IronMan. What the hell. I always said, "When I'm ready, it will be there." And I always thought it would be years before I would be ready. I had all these ideas about when it would happen. All these plans about waiting for the timing *of everything* to be right. For the ducks to be lined up.
But the ducks, they fucking never line up. Damn ducks!
And there I was, in 105-degree weather, racing the General Smallwood Triathlon, singing to myself the song quoted above, care of an old high school friend who actually MAILED me (like, USPS, for reals) a MIX CD with that song chosen specifically because she knows I like to do these crazy triathlon things...
[BEGIN MUSHY PHILOSOPHICAL TRIATHLON SHIT]
And it hit me. As I was zooming through the rolling hills of Indianhead, MD, I starting laughing. First to myself, and then right out loud. And then I yelled.
"I'm going to do IronMan!"
The next day I was driving up to IKEA with my friend Ellen (who had wisely opted out of General Smallwood). She did IMoo in 2011 and IMNJ (haha) in 2012. She asked me why I thought the timing was right.
And I told her.
I love every second. I love Pad Thai for lunch the day before a race and packing my transition bag. I love driving however far I have to go with however many friends need a ride to some awesome location with bikes on the roof and making oatmeal and coffee in random hotel rooms at 4 in the morning on race day. I love setting up my bike and gear and nutrition and wondering how accurate the course maps were that I studied for weeks.
I love guessing how far into the swim I will be before the speed demons in the wave behind me will catch up. I love how every time I jump in the water, I get a rush that I can actually SWIM in OPEN WATER for HOWEVER LONG THE COURSE IS. I love that moment in the middle where I'm thinking "Damn this swim is long, but hey, I'm out in the middle of (body of water) and if I keep swimming in the general direction of that yellow thing WAY the hell away, I will eventually be on land again!"
I love running into T1 and wondering why it took me so damn long to get there. :)
I love that my T1 time is half of what it was 3 years ago.
I love getting on my BAMF of a bike and yelling "ON YOUR LEFT" to all the ladies who swam faster than me. I love passing boys with "20" on their calves and laughing as they try to keep up. I love that I can finally grab a bottle being handed off by a volunteer. I love that I see countrysides and hills and roads all over the country that most people either don't see or don't remember.
I love drafting for exactly 14 seconds.
I love putting my running shoes on and the feeling of "YAHOO! I'm gonna do it!!" as I take each step along the course. I love aid stations that have cups only half full of water. I love GU. I love mile marker parties, usually hosted by me. I love coming down the chute and adjusting my number and tri top for perfect finish line photos.
And I'm going to love every second, every pain, pinch, fuck-up, triumph, pothole, bottle of water, peanut butter sandwich, ounce of chamois cream, and every single one of the 140.6 miles that will constitute IronMan Mont-Tremblant on August 18, 2013.
[END MUSHY PHILOSOPHICAL TRIATHLON SHIT]
***************************************
And there is more to say. About how I got here, and how this year wasn't what I expected. How I had to start over--yet again--and I had no idea it was coming. How I find myself on a completely different road than I thought I would be one year ago. How it took me about six months to figure out that I was in a MUCH BETTER PLACE than I was one year ago.
It was a long slog from November. Perhaps akin to a long climb up a steep hill, and shit, I'm already in my granny gear. But you turn the pedals over. And then you do it again. There are at least 5 false summits, of course. :) But I think I finally made it to the top (of THAT hill, at least, haha).
But it's MY ROAD, and I'm going to ride it how I wanna.
***************************************
My mother is convinced that signing up for IronMan means giving up on other things that I want from my life. She's wrong. Sure, training is going to be a bit of a beast come June through August next year, but in my life, I don't think I've ever done anything more self-affirming than what I did today.
Fuck those disorderly ducks. They are never going to line up. For the record, Mom: I'm not giving up on ANYTHING by making this choice.
I love this day.
That is all.
***************************************
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Strong Woman
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
But I've got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showing you the door
'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta have faith
Baby
I know you're asking me to stay
Say please, please, please, don't go away
You say I'm giving you the blues
Maybe
You mean every word you say
Can't help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to lover boy rules
Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I'll wait for something more
Yes I've gotta have faith
I gotta have faith
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
But I've got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man baby
But I'm showing you the door
'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta have faith
Baby
I know you're asking me to stay
Say please, please, please, don't go away
You say I'm giving you the blues
Maybe
You mean every word you say
Can't help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to lover boy rules
Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I'll wait for something more
Yes I've gotta have faith
I gotta have faith
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Get Out
Set me free, why don't you babe
Get out of my life, why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
You don't really need me
But you keep me hanging' on
Why do you keep a coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me
Set me free, why don't you babe
Let me be, why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
Now you don't really want me
You just keep me hanging' on
You say although we broke up
You still want to be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Set me free, why don't you babe
Get out my life, why don't you babe
Let me b, why don't you babe
Get out my life, why don't you babe
You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You want to still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else Hey!
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Now you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
Get out of my life, why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
You don't really need me
But you keep me hanging' on
Why do you keep a coming around
Playing with my heart?
Why don't you get out of my life
And let me make a new start?
Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me
Set me free, why don't you babe
Let me be, why don't you babe
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
Now you don't really want me
You just keep me hanging' on
You say although we broke up
You still want to be just friends
But how can we still be friends
When seeing you only breaks my heart again
And there ain't nothing I can do about it
Set me free, why don't you babe
Get out my life, why don't you babe
Let me b, why don't you babe
Get out my life, why don't you babe
You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul needs to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You want to still hold on to me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me find somebody else Hey!
Why don't you be a man about it
And set me free
Now you don't care a thing about me
You're just using me
Go on, get out, get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging' on
Saturday, January 21, 2012
True Love
Folks have asked about my race schedule this year... I'm writing it down so I can have something to point people to!
March 17: Rock'N'Roll National Half Marathon
May 12: San Diego ITU Olympic Distance Triathlon
May 20: Columbia (MD) Olympic Distance Triathlon
June 10: Eagleman IronMan 70.3 Triathlon
June 23: Garrett County Gran Fondo Savage Century (bike only)
July: Regional Championships?? Come on USAT! Time to declare the race venue!
August 18: Age Group National Championships, Burlington, VT
Sepetember 15: Savageman 70.0 (Deep Creek, MD... and WTF?!!!???)
Potentially another 8k or 5k or two...
I don't know about Nations or the Dc Tri yet. I might just massively volunteer.
Wish me luck!
--A
March 17: Rock'N'Roll National Half Marathon
May 12: San Diego ITU Olympic Distance Triathlon
May 20: Columbia (MD) Olympic Distance Triathlon
June 10: Eagleman IronMan 70.3 Triathlon
June 23: Garrett County Gran Fondo Savage Century (bike only)
July: Regional Championships?? Come on USAT! Time to declare the race venue!
August 18: Age Group National Championships, Burlington, VT
Sepetember 15: Savageman 70.0 (Deep Creek, MD... and WTF?!!!???)
Potentially another 8k or 5k or two...
I don't know about Nations or the Dc Tri yet. I might just massively volunteer.
Wish me luck!
--A
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Better Off Now
Attention
Pay attention
No mention
A sickest array
A mission
An admission
Ignition
Detonate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
Not one more word about it
Oh no don't think about it
No please don't think about it
Oh please don't think about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
A vision
Division
Revision
Recognate
An action
A reaction
Distraction
Question the fate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
We'll make these promises
We'll make these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
--Foo Fighters, "Erase. Replace."
Pay attention
No mention
A sickest array
A mission
An admission
Ignition
Detonate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
Not one more word about it
Oh no don't think about it
No please don't think about it
Oh please don't think about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
A vision
Division
Revision
Recognate
An action
A reaction
Distraction
Question the fate
Oh no don't talk about it
No please don't talk about it
Oh no don't talk about it
It goes away
We made these promises
You made these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
Oh, oh we're better off now
It's the only thing left said
Meant for you
We'll make these promises
We'll make these promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
We'll make more promises
We'll wait for promises
Erase, Replace
Erase, Replace
--Foo Fighters, "Erase. Replace."
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