run lola run  ::
10 august 2004 :: 11:17pm
 

It's amazing what a new pair of running shoes, a few new workout clothes, a stepped-up interval routine, and an encouraging boyfriend does for my fitness motivation. These daily trips to the gym have me both energized and exhausted at all of the right times. With the help of a workout on early Saturday morning, we were able to tackle the tragically disastrous outside storage area without the help of FEMA and still have time to linger over yummy omelettes and coffee before brunch turned into dinner.

The strangest thing is actually waking up and looking forward to the gym-- this has NEVER happened to me before. The gym is something I've tolerated over the past five years, but never enjoyed. Maybe it's in the runner's high or the chance to wear my new ultra airy, scarlet and gray Rykä kicks, but without warning the gym has become a priority in my day and I bounce out of my seat every day at noon to get there.

It hasn't done wonders for my inbox-- or the backlog of phone calls I need to return. But I don't expect it to work miracles-- or change my procrastinating soul-- overnight. These monumental changes take a little time.

 
 
 
in my ears  ::

B's click click and muttered obscenities; more crickets outside our window

 
on the page  ::

Lemony Snicket, The Reptile Room

 
on my mind  ::

Eberhard's surgery tomorrow; feeling terrible for missing Julia before she took off for Germany on her Fulbright adventure; trying to remember to email my mom about red plum jelly; feeling more and more overwhelmed by the number of things I needed to do today-- yesterday, the day before-- but didn't as this list goes on and on and on

 
in my kitchen  ::

a very confused lime in a bowl of lemons that is turning more and more yellow by the day in order to fit in

 
on my wish list  ::

a personal assistant for a week

 
in my immediate future  ::

slipping into my new Alice pajamas and shutting down for the night