Thursday, February 5, 2009

Give Me Boca or Give Me Death

Well, there hasn't been much to write about, hence my lack of writing.

I signed up for the Shamrock Shuffle awhile ago. The race is on March 29th (I believe). It's an 8k held in downtown Chicago that I've done for the past three years. 8k is approximately five miles. That is nauseating right now. We'll see how that goes.

I'm still trying to figure out what this summer will look like. I'd LOVE to be able to do a half ironman, but don't want to set impractical goals. Getting back to running is proving MUCH more of a challenge than I thought it'd be, and that is beyond discouraging, especially in regards to super long race aspirations.

I'd been having a love affair with Costco-- solely for its bulk Boca Burgers-- which go for $4.39 for a box of 4 patties anywhere else, but you can get 14 monster size burgers for under $10 at Costco. However, Costco has hidden the Boca's from me, and even worse-- they don't have any staff to ask "Where are the Boca Burgers?" I finally broke and asked a sample lady and she knew where they SHOULD be, but when I said "They're not there, I've looked many times on two different days," she shrugged her shoulders. I may have shed a tear on the empty handed bus ride home-- don't judge me, I am grieving my loss of economical protein. =(

My loans are out of whack. I tried setting up the automatic payment system, but for some reason the private loan company is taking out two (huge) payments a month instead of one, and the federal company is only taking out the payment once every four months. I haven't had the time/energy/motivation to call them and figure it out. I hate talking to customer service people.

I'm all up in a funk and I wish I'd snap out of it already. It seems like that is all winter has been-- a funk. It is one of my more sincere hopes that it will break as winter breaks (in like three more months...) or sooner, because I can't handle this much longer than that. ..I think the worst part is that my funk is completely self-made. I have really no reason to complain other than cold living and the night shift approaching. Of all the bad hands to be dealt... I'll take that one over unemployment, homelessness, poor health, etc any day.

1 comment:

Bri C. said...

Funks suck. I'm sorry. I might be coming home for a while in the summer. Will you be in our great western state at all in July?

Oh and I officially follow your blog now! Woop.

Miss you. Wish we could eat some bocas together and watch sappy movies.