I made a retired friend yesterday. Thankfully I made myself get out of the house after being couped up .. yes, you guessed it - studying all day and went jogging around the lake near my house. As an aside, my neighborhood is looking so beautiful now that the weather is nice, that every time I'm outside I wish I had my camera with me so I could take a picture and post it on my blog. But of course, I would probably feel ridiculous walking around with a camera for no reason, so I don't do it. Regardless, I was jogging around the lake, and each time I went around I felt like I just have to stop because I can't take it anymore, but I was reminded of something I read about how you shouldn't stay on the same level in your workouts, and should push yourself - this is the only way to achieve results. So I kept pushing and actually went around 6 times, as opposed to my previous maximum of 5. The 6 laps added up to 4.2 miles, which while not all that impressive since I have been able to run 5 miles on a treadmill, are nevertheless an acomplishment for me since it is the first time I've been able to run 4.2 miles around the lake. And why is it impressive you ask? Well, because it's harder for me to run outside - it's tougher on my legs, there is the wind to overcome, there are hills, etc. Anyway - you must be wondering what the point is - and it is merely that I am proud of myself. I am proud of myself for so very little, but this is one of the things that qualifies.
When I was done with my laps, I decided to reward myself with an additional walking lap. I don't know if it's just me, but I think walking after you run is just about the most pleasurable thing out there, except maybe for obvious exceptions like sex and such. But when you're so exhausted and all you've been wanting to do is stop running, and you finally can stop, but nevertheless you're walking and breathing the fresh air and seeing the trees without your heartrate doing crazy things - well it's just an out of this world feeling. As I was bathing in the joy of this walk, this older guy started talking to me. He was kind enough to keep moving out of my way each time I ran past him, and I had a feeling he was looking for a chance to strike up a converstaion. So once I was not running anymore - he had no reason not to. He asked me if I ran track for one of the local high schools. Ha! It didn't even occur to me to tell him that I'm turning 27 next week. I just said "no, I run for myself". Aside from the absolutely unbelievable idea that I am part of some kind of "official" running enterprise, the fact that I was also mistaken for a 16 year old is highly amusing. We then talked about how I'm new to the neighborhood, and how he is retired and thus has a lot of time to just walk around the lake and do other similarly relaxing things. I asked him if it gets boring. He told me not at all, that he is single (as if that is the KEY to not being bored), and he has many "lady friends" that he can call up at any time so as to relieve his boredom.
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For my birthday, Vadim got me these tahitian pearl earrings.
Yes, he already gave them to me because he cannot keep a secret, and definitely cannot keep a gift from me until my actual birthday if his life depended on it. He was so excited about the earrings, and I could see the look on his face when I was trying them on.. and well it was just awfully sweet. Which brings me to my next point: does it make me a total bitch for making him return them? They are cute, but I didn't love them. And I think considering how pricy they are, I should love them wholeheartedly. I am not a big fan of studs, I prefer earrings that hang down. So I decided that instead we will pick out TOGETHER a pair of white pearl earrings (much more affordable) and a pearl necklace. That way I can wear it to the wedding as well.
When I was done with my laps, I decided to reward myself with an additional walking lap. I don't know if it's just me, but I think walking after you run is just about the most pleasurable thing out there, except maybe for obvious exceptions like sex and such. But when you're so exhausted and all you've been wanting to do is stop running, and you finally can stop, but nevertheless you're walking and breathing the fresh air and seeing the trees without your heartrate doing crazy things - well it's just an out of this world feeling. As I was bathing in the joy of this walk, this older guy started talking to me. He was kind enough to keep moving out of my way each time I ran past him, and I had a feeling he was looking for a chance to strike up a converstaion. So once I was not running anymore - he had no reason not to. He asked me if I ran track for one of the local high schools. Ha! It didn't even occur to me to tell him that I'm turning 27 next week. I just said "no, I run for myself". Aside from the absolutely unbelievable idea that I am part of some kind of "official" running enterprise, the fact that I was also mistaken for a 16 year old is highly amusing. We then talked about how I'm new to the neighborhood, and how he is retired and thus has a lot of time to just walk around the lake and do other similarly relaxing things. I asked him if it gets boring. He told me not at all, that he is single (as if that is the KEY to not being bored), and he has many "lady friends" that he can call up at any time so as to relieve his boredom.
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For my birthday, Vadim got me these tahitian pearl earrings.
Yes, he already gave them to me because he cannot keep a secret, and definitely cannot keep a gift from me until my actual birthday if his life depended on it. He was so excited about the earrings, and I could see the look on his face when I was trying them on.. and well it was just awfully sweet. Which brings me to my next point: does it make me a total bitch for making him return them? They are cute, but I didn't love them. And I think considering how pricy they are, I should love them wholeheartedly. I am not a big fan of studs, I prefer earrings that hang down. So I decided that instead we will pick out TOGETHER a pair of white pearl earrings (much more affordable) and a pearl necklace. That way I can wear it to the wedding as well.
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