Thursday, October 27, 2011

this is why my brother is the athlete in the family

Vegas & I have started running. I mean, I'm calling it "running" so that you all (hi Dad & Bekah, my two most devoted readers) understand what I'm doing. If I were somebody who actually ran, I would call it jogging/walking/listening to an iPod while trying to keep Vegas out of the street/from eating cats/from eating garbage while she tries to pee on every rock that we pass.

Our schedule goes like this:
0700 - alarm goes off
0701 - reset the alarm so that I can sleep another 15 minutes
0715 - alarm
0716 - reset
0745 - alarm. Decide that we probably ought to get out of bed
0746 - stretching
0750 - realize I've fall asleep stretching, resume stretching
0755 - put on running shoes. Vegas knows WHAT IS UP
0800 - head out the door. Jog/walk/iPod/in the street/chase cat/pee on rocks
0845 - back home. Take off shoes, socks, leash, shirt. Vegas & I both stretch in front of the fan.
0900 - try to convince myself that I want yogurt for breakfast. I hate yogurt. Eat a few bites. Feed the rest to the dog.

My future as a triathlete is not all that bright. Furthermore, making me run past Raliberto's, Filiberto's AND Armando's? That is just unkind.

Anyway, sneaking into that interview seems to have switched up my luck. I have TWO interviews tomorrow for pediatrics positions!! If you are of the good thought sending or praying types, I'd appreciate if you send 'em up for me!

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

Yay, my very own shoutout!
You might look into driving a small distance so your route involves fewer cars to hit The Wonderdog and fewer deep fried food places to entice you.
Also, who said you need to eat yogurt? Try it with granola, maybe.