Daily Update

I was unsure about the outcome of this run. The path that I had run so many times before was still there, but i was unsure as to where it would take me. I was under time restrictions as well as goal limitations. But there was still the acidic muscle feeling lingering from the previous Saturday. As much as I've tried to 'stretch it out', just like a stalker: its still there hiding in the bushes and when you turn around quickly or start to run, it reminds you with every movement that its there. I started out like a champion, blazing by everyone there. Pony-tail girl wizzed by me which spurred a new motivation to run faster. I kept up for a little bit, but then she proceeded into uncharted territory at corner 2, so I had to break persuit. It was like I was following a beauty pagent. Other than that the Lion truly came out in me today, like a superhero. I could hear my long sharp claws scratching the trail before me as the dust diffused in the wind behind me. At corner 3 I was a minute and a half ahead of my usual time. But I lost it in the third stretch. I had to run around to many other people and their dogs. Next time the lion in me will eat the annoying little dogs, and then I'll growl at the owners to scare them away. I finally finished with a time of 17:41. Last night I thought of a big elaborate excuse as to why it was slower than days past, but I'll have to tell it to you later casue I forgot it at present. And I noticed the pervert was back by the school.

After that, I met up with the boys and we went up to UCLA so josh could 'work out' and I could check out chicks. He showed us how to jump up and down and run on the stadium stairs. I got a bit side tracked and I just ran on the track instead of on the stairs. I felt better about doing that cause my ankles are precious to me, and stairs and ankles and me don't mix. I get nervous, thats all. But man does running up stairs exhaust me quickly! By the end of the night I felt like a sponge full of sweat and tiredness.

ice cream?...Our plan was to make ice cream, eat it, then to call Bethany and Trisha and tell them how good it was. On the way home form loosing all my energy, we stopped the store for ingredients. I went shopping for next weeks' dinners and they got the fixin's needed. (Jeff was mad when I told him I wasn't planning on sharing all my food with him. He heard the word dinner and expected to be fed.) We then proceeded to Greenfield, the neutral-ground apartment. Then the recepie was looked at. It turns out that it takes 4-5 hours for the entire process to take place, so our devilish funny plan was foiled. We watched Ace Ventura instead, but I had to leave due to the late hour, and my laptop battery was getting dangerously low. I brought it along to kill time working on my movie rather than just sitting there watching the two 'ice cream chef's' argue in the kitchen all night. It would have been fun either way.

I'm listening to the Ramones right now.

Lunch was sponsored by Jose Bernsteins.