The Chase is On!

I ran Tuesday morning. The first thought that hit me was, 'Damn, its cold!' The second thought came as I approached the half-mile distance, 'What was I thinking signing up for a 10k!'
Needless to say I quickly dropped the negative thoughts and chugged up the hill like any good marathoner would. (I don't recommend taking a 3 month break once you've gotten your 'good' habit underway.)
This Saturday is the 10k in Clinton. I plan on running it, although walking seems great. I have not expectations - this is more of a gauge to compare progress in the weeks to come. I believe I'll take a little over an hour. My parents and coworkers plan on being there. They are all walking. I think Kristen and some others are running it too.
Well, I will see if I have any funny stories to tell with the first official race of 2007.

The Goofy Marathoner

Ego Monkey

Attention Egos: Stop Feeding Your Monkeys!!!

I realized last week that I still have monkeys on my back. When I first started blogging, I was afraid to tell people that I was planning on running a marathon because of what they might think. If I failed, I knew, but if I told people, then THEY would know. Anyhoo, I told people and I didn't fail. So now, since I have successfully planted myself back at square one, I must bare all to lighten my bourgening load.
Hi, I'm Michelle...and I am a self-sabotager. (I politely pause while you fill in the gap with the ever-popular response...and I continue.) Yes, I sabotage, relationships, friendships, new habits, old habits, diets and almost anything that would require a tenacious attitude. I, like many, am good for short burst of passion, then my subconscious kicks in. I have cut off friendships because if I get too close it makes it that much harder to leave later. No disappointments, no regrets. As far as the habits and diets go, I know I have tasted success, but I guess I never really nipped the root of the underlying problems to keep them from creeping up again.
I said all that to say this: The monkeys on our backs are like our bodies; they only know feast or famine. Its not good when we feed them, and it isn't good when we starve them, because then they consume all the time and energy from our egos. We need our egos to focus on the positive and the good. There is a reason why there is a sign at the zoo that says, 'Don't Feed the Monkeys'. If patrons feed them junk constantly, the trainers will never get them to eat the healthy stuff and the monkeys will become unhealthy.
I am sorry if this sounds preachy, but its my blog and I can rant and preach if I want to. (he-he)
If you are a self-sabotager, you're not alone. Its still early 2007, so there is time if you made a resolution. So, I plan to focus on other things like Mickeys and Goofeys and take away the time I spend feeding my Monkeys.

And one more thing - Remember: Monkey see, Monkey do. If you don't feed it, it won't feed on you.

Take care,
and thank you for your support.
-Your Monkey-loving, Goofey-as-hell marathoner.

Ignore. Test run on the 'comments'

Last year, the old blogs allowed readers to comment, but this new blog owned by Google now, requires a lot of adjusting. I don't mean to fill your email with useless chitchat.

I'll leave you with this one question to ponder:

If one is only 'half' crazy...what is the other 'half'?....OKAY! Talk amongst yaselves...

L8R, Ladies of Looniness

Oh where, oh where hath thine mojo-ess gone?

Oh where, oh where can it be?
Yes, here we are again. I am back in the game. Back for more. I managed to sign up for the Goofy Challenge, but I still have not found my mojo. Have you seen it? It seems to have been misplaced. Maybe I sat on it. That would not be too far fetched since this past holiday season. I greeted every cake and cookie I encountered. But I digress...
I have less than a year to get it back and I am determined to find it...kinda. SEE! What is up with that? Somthing put the fire out of my mojo-hotplate, I barely get a sizzle. Maybe I was just a flash in the pan. I feel like one of those dud kernels in the batch of popcorn - full of hope and promise, but too pooped to pop. Someone told me I needed to get laid. I think that would fix the kink in my neck, but not recover my mojo.
Anyhoo, I am signing off now. I'll be pondering what to do about reigniting that lost flame. Maybe things will be better in the summer. Oh, btw, I'll be starting up the Tue/Thur thing in February if you want to join me. 5 a.m. BYOW. And, I'll be running in the Bob Coleman 10K on Feb 3 and Rush to Brush - Feb 17th. I've got the forms if you want one.
L8R Crazzee ppl.