i have a new addiction! just what i didn't need.

i realize i need to put down the keyboard and lace up my running shoes. but i don't really want to. (see picture for the bratty face i make when i have to do things i don't want to.)

i've been so entirely strung out, and loving it, with posting to our club chronicle yahoo group and writing my blog entries, that i've got near-zero energy left for stepping up to the actual challenge itself. tonight alone, i've spent over an hour and 35 minutes type-type-typing away about all my fantasies of not/exercising -- think what i could have accomplished if i had put that effort toward doing, not cyber-faking!

my co-workers and friends have no reason to check up on my blogs, because i've kept them informed, to the point of harrassment, with every detail of communication between myself, the rest of club chroncile and whatever blogosphere audience might be reading. after one recent and excessively long rendition of our club's communications, my manager at work asked, "so how far have you been running?". "oh, almost not at all," i said very matter-of-factly, without even immediately realizing my ridiculousness.

our team did request tonight that i lay off the coffee, but the real reason i say all of this is for the purpose of observing the many and tantalizing distractions today's world offers (so many of which give an illusion of extreme productivity,) as alternatives to actually *living* life. i know it's not like i just had a new idea, but you know how old ideas sometimes hit home in a new way??? just did.

my father, who used to run so regularly that he could nightly eat an entire gallon of bluebell ice cream without gaining weight, is coming into town to give my bike a tune-up for cross-training that i hope to actually undertake. when i do, i promise not to blog about it.

really, if this is to be a true reality event, then i will here make a commitment not to blog for one week (for the record, that'll be 12:45 a.m. on the 18th of october, 2007) -- then maybe i'll have some truly real events to talk about.

'til then,
lizzie