Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The next time I have a brilliant idea, please tell me to fuck off.

About 2 months ago, I was feeling really sloth-like, and I proposed to Mr. FGD that we do the Couch to 5k program I'd heard about from some "friends." Remind me never to speak to these "friends" again.

Much to my surprise, Mr. FGD was into it and agreed to do it with me.


Even when I was in super fabulous shape back in my late teens ( maybe it's been awhile), I was never into running. I was really tall for my age growing up, and the little bitches in elementary school that I went to school with would always make fun of the way I ran. I don't know why; I have no idea what I looked like, but I'm still traumatized by it. Plus, I just remember having to do those ridiculous physical fitness tests in high school in the frigid Connecticut winters, and feeling like I was having wretched asthma attacks while hacking my way along the one fucking cold ass mile.

So my general consensus of running has always been, FUCK RIGHT OFF, RUNNING.

I don't know what the fuck got into me.

Anyway, somehow I've made it to week 7 of the 9-week Couch To 5k program (aka The Slow Painful Death program). I want to die. Die. Die. Die. I have crazy mother fucking shin splints like you wouldn't believe. They were really bad at first, and then started to get better around week 4 or 5, and now that the only runs on the program are all consistent runs without any walking breaks, they are back in full effect.

(I use the word "run" loosely, as I'm pretty sure most of you could walk faster than my "running" pace.)

I'm not sure what the point of this post is, other than to drop the F-bomb as much as possible in connection with the loosely used term "running."

I haven't gotten any thinner, my legs ache pretty much every day, my legs scream out in pain while I run, and I dropped $200 on new running shoes and customized insoles.


Monday, May 24, 2010

Bow wow wow

I recently went in-house for a week at a client's office and got to wear jeans everyday....flip flops if I wanted to...

and people get to bring their pups to work if they want!

This pup was so cute. If you notice in the background of my super blurry cell phone pic, the owner's desk is all wrapped up in bubble wrap and stuff. It's because the pup gets super excited when people come to visit, and has split its tail open from wagging so hard against the desk.

The vending machines even have dog treats in them!!

So fun.

Sigh. Back to reality.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Cheese Pleese

Last month, the eight annual Grilled Cheese Invitational took place in downtown LA. I was so upset last year when I found out about this magical grilled cheese fest after it happened. So imagine my excitement when Best Man emailed Mr. FGD the link to the event and asked if we wanted to go.


Mr. FGD and I both spend a lot of our lives in traffic, so Mr. FGD decided to buy train tickets to get us up to LA so we wouldn't have to sit in weekend-parking-lot traffic into LA and we could party it up grilled-cheese style (e.g., major hardcore partying) without having to worry about driving. Which meant, I finally got to play around with my camera at the San Juan train station. Yay!

Fortunately, there are a lot of signs around to tell you where you are, just in case you get derailed.

It's also a great place to photograph your stellar pedicure.

I couldn't figure out why this weird sidewalk was lower than everything else. Oh well. Best not to mess up my pedicure anyway.

Elizabeth Arden would have totally been excited by this door. (Wait a minute, anyone know if Elizabeth Arden tests on animals? If so, fuck right off Elizabeth! If not, let's carry on.)

Palestinian cactus:

And nothing but blue, blue sky...

And then the train arrived, and we were off!

I could barely contain myself. I had dreamed about this day.

Oh cheese, how I love thee.

There were quite a few variations to choose from, but I was way too hyper to take photos of the goods most of the time.

The grilled cheese sandwiches?


The crowds?

So, so dreadful.

It seems that we were not the only ones who thought grilled cheese fest would be magical. The place was packed. Lines for grilled cheese halves from each of the vendors were up to an hour. AN HOUR. Totally not worth it. The sandwiches were amazical, but I have a pretty phenom chef at home who could whip up a salivation-worthy grilled cheese at home. And the beer garden was totally separate from the cheese party! You couldn't even grab a beer and then go stand in line and wait for grilled cheeser.

It was totally annoying, and yes, really cheesy.

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