I can’t officially write about my Top Secret Mission for another 287 hours, notthatanyone’scounting. But it’s 90% official at this point; there are forms in the mail and dates set and everything. Just waiting on some results (and waiting and waiting and waiting) and then I have to tell some people before I can tell the Internet.
And seriously, people. I am bad at being vague. You already know it by now, probably because I told you. But anyway, I miss you. Hi!
I’ve been running 3-5 miles a day at the Y. I’ve decided that 4 is a good number to stick with for my normal workout, but once I get that far, I just want to go for it, you know? Much like my Top Secret Mission, I never thought I would be able to run 5 miles without stopping. Ever.
I have a buddy at the Y; his name is Joseph and he looks and acts just like Shaun T from Insanity. He likes to look at the distance on my treadmill and exclaim, “Oh, you did not. Oh my god.” Justin does not like this Joseph character.
I went to church a couple weeks ago! I went to the Christ Church that likes gay people. It was okay. The congregation was tiny. Honestly, it felt exactly like the time I went to Quaker Church only with talking. You guys, I grew up in these giant born again megachurches with people speaking in tongues and dancing and yelling; I think everything else feels unsatisfying simply because it’s so quiet.
I may hit up the Catholic church by my loft next. I thought about hitting up Journey in South City because it seemed like the churches I grew up with, only more liberal. But I’m Facebook friends with a guy who goes there, and we get in these exhausting online debates every time he says something ridiculous about gay people. Do you guys know of any megachurches who like gay people? Why is this so hard? (Well, I know why. But ugh.)
Brent and Sarah gave me Sea Monkeys for my birthday and they are all pregnant now. Justin and I are afraid that they will take over the loft, and we’ll come home and find Chauncey duct-taped to a chair.
Still haven’t lost 20 pounds. The weekend before last I hung out with tons of friends (Ron’s birthday on Friday, then Ty and Peter came to town to drunk-stalk me on Saturday). This weekend, there was a lot of celebrating (which these days is, like, 3 Michelob Ultra Lime Cacti). Justin and I have also been on this mission to eat our way through Washington Avenue. We hit up Rosalita’s Cantina for chimichangas and 20 oz. margaritas the other day and it was totally worth whatever I weighed the day after. Justin and I aren’t bar people or club people, so despite our address we don’t usually get inebriated and walk home from places. It was fun!
But heck, now that I’ve gone ahead and achieved my Top Secret Mission, I’m confident enough to kick these last few pounds in the ass (and then moving on to the other 20 pounds). Just … one more margarita.