I go to rehearsal for 2 hours and since Brian, Mary Ellen and I are in The Messiah together, we go straight to Game Night from there. I usually miss dinner and show up starving and pig out on junk. Not good.
Other than once again eating my weight in shortbread, Sunday was good. I had an excellent 3-hour conversation with a new friend, Rachel. She’s been around a bit on this blog and is the newest addition to our Game Night Family.
Rachel is a delightful and interesting person who works at an assisted living facility and loves musical theater. I convinced her to join the chorus for the upcoming production of “The Messiah” and it’s fun to have another friend participating in it. I’m glad that I got to know her better last night for several reasons:
1. She confided things that she doesn’t usually talk about and told me that it is because she knew that I would never make a judgement about it. That is a really nice thing to know about myself.
2. It was very cool to hear about the inner workings of her job. .She regaled me with the most fascinating tale about how a disgruntled senior resident tried to run her over with her Jazzy chair this week. (Bwaaa ha ha ha. I’m sorry, but the imagery is pretty priceless on that one)
Of course, I plowed through a quarter of a box of Pecan Sandies while we chatted and ended up feeling like suckasuckaSUCK because of it.
I worked my ass off at the gym today. Michelle told me that her birthday gift from Me, Karen and Brigdy is to run a 5 k the week of her birthday. I think this goal is awesome and something I was working towards anyway. SO. I have until JUNE to run three miles.
EEEK.
I have found that I love getting up a good sweat and pounding my guts out on the treadmill. I freaking LOVE my new IPOD. It helps my work out a LOT. My neighbor works at my gym and told me that she saw me running yesterday.
“You should have said, HI!”
“Well, I didn’t want to bother you. You looked really focused and pissed off.”
Not the worlds best compliment, but it’s true. I take all my inner rage at things I can’t control in my life and just pound the crap out of the exercise equipment. You would be surprised at how just how much rage and anger dwells deep inside affable, funny me. Sometimes so much of it pours out of my body that I start shaking and can barely talk. It shocks even me and has been pretty detrimental to me health-wise. It has to go somewhere, right? Since I’m unwilling to subject people to it, and the whole “I hate God” thing is getting old, it makes sense that I should at least get a firm, toned rear end out of it all, right?????
Hmmm..
Bitter, flabby, Hag…
Pleasant, toned, Babe…
Bitter, flabby, Hag…
Pleasant, toned, Babe.
Yeah. I’ll go with the latter, thanks.
Karen says:
I’m giving Chelle a 5K run? Huh?
February 12th, 2007 at 9:54 pm
Jess says:
i HATE weekends for this very reason!!
i can totally stay focused Monday thru Friday, but the weekend rolls around and i turn into Super Pig.
Maybe your friend Dave can photoshop the Super Pig. With a big P on the chest. And a curly tail.
LOL
February 12th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
Loralee Choate says:
Karen-Yup. Isn’t that sweet of you?! It’s actually a run/walk. Walking is totally acceptable. I suppose if that fails you could “Give Blood” and bow out!
Jess-I think Dave has more intrest in living.
I don’t kick ass very well or very often, but there is always an occasion for everything.
February 12th, 2007 at 10:28 pm
Karen says:
I have to run the 5K!!! Are you kidding? Have you seen me lately!!!
February 12th, 2007 at 10:50 pm
Loralee Choate says:
No, you can walk it!!!! I swear!!!!
I know that I will have to walk some of it. Just think how cool it will be to accomplish!
I haven’t run a race since I was in Elementary school. I am really hyped for it.
Besides, it’s the only thing Chelle wants for her birthday.
P.S.
Yes, I’ve seen you lately. That was me at 2 am, licking the glass of your window and making obscene gestures.
February 13th, 2007 at 12:12 am
bee says:
i am the same way at the gym. a lot of my anger and frustration, (a lot of the time i didn’t even know it was in me, a’brewing) comes out when i’m running. and i too, would take pleasantly toned, yet bitter babe.
3 miles? by june? you can do it.
February 13th, 2007 at 12:18 am
Loralee Choate says:
Awe, Bee! It is so good to see you around these here parts!
Thanks for the encouragement.
February 13th, 2007 at 12:27 am
Froyd says:
excellent, that means the first option is all mine! bwahahahaha!
February 13th, 2007 at 4:50 am
Doug says:
I’m working on this too. It’s tough… with the weather so crappy, I just do not want to drag myself to the gym. Maybe I’ll start tanning, anything to beat these winter blahs.
Ultimate pig-out when Jo and I were catching up on Lost. We used to fucking GORGE. It was almost disgusting. Now we’re much more defined. Sort of.
5k? You can do it. I get winded running to the fridge, but you are better than I, I suspect.
February 13th, 2007 at 4:56 am
Loralee Choate says:
Froyd- HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! Whenever you speak, it is just profound.
Doug-You’re right. I am better off. I can run all the way to my mailbox before I’m gasping on the floor.
P.S. Your gorging is probably a subconcious reaction to the grody saccharine levels of Kate and Sawyer. Bleck.
February 13th, 2007 at 5:40 am
Charli says:
Hmmm… I prefer to think of myself as a pleasant, flabby babe…
Although, the hubs sooo got bitter flabby Hag last night…
I am up early!!! Yay me! And going to hit the Billy Blanks or w/e his name is now! Oh, and yes, I totally do want to hit him by the end when he keeps lying and making you think you are almost done and you are sooo not!
February 13th, 2007 at 12:38 pm