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Arm chair running

I am home from the research retreat, and moving onward and upward. At least, I do have big plans to do so. Really big plans. Really big, ambitious, impressive, not-the-least-bit-unrealistic plans.

Despite my horror at showing up unescorted by a dashing and glamorous research assistant of my very own, the retreat went well and I hardly felt the absence. My cultural advisor was able to be there, just for the last day, and it was great to have him present while I gave a talk about my research. His support and belief that I can pull off this project appropriately means a lot to me. It was a little retarded that they expected him to speak without giving him advanced warning about what to speak about, but he handled it with grace. As for me, I had to give my presentation over lunch, which was fine, and absolutely everything else about the experience was lovely.

It is semi-noteworthy that I managed to spend almost my entire three-day per diem on a single high-priced (but SPECTACULAR) meal, and slightly more note-worthy that while at this meal the waiter spilled an oyster martini all over me and my things. But the conciliatory free appetizer (crab-stuffed portobello) was well worth the dampness, and having an excuse to change into the souvenir t-shirt that I had just bought was a plus.

Home again at last, catching up on missed moments with the lovely girl who lives here with me. We stayed up way too late the night I got back, though we both had to get up early, so got it into our heads that we needed a nap at 7:30 last night. Naturally this resulted in a full night's sleep in our clothes with unbrushed teeth. Went off this morning to meet the new would-be assistant, who seemed very hard-working and committed but also very busy. Can a person squeeze a 10 hour/week internship into a schedule packed with three university classes, one community college class, one tribal college class, and trips home every weekend? I don't know, we shall see. But I'd be glad to work with her, and see great potential in her work, if we both decide to move forward with this.

After that, my girl and I (ok, this "my girl" stuff is getting obnoxious; are we all ok with G?) took care of a few errands, one of which was buying me some awesome new running gear for the theoretical new hobby I have, and went off to fetch smoothies. I got the fat burner shot. Ha! Wrapping a fat burner in a 200-calorie smoothie, with a hot dog and mac and cheese chaser, is sure to make the pounds slide right off.

As will putting your new running gear on the couch and sitting down next to it for a few hours.

I am the biggest, laziest mofo (whose diary) you've ever laid eyes on (though I would just like to say that I've never fo'd a mo (although that Justin Timberlake "Mother Lover" song from SNL is hilarious)), but I am fairly convinced that the running/walking will work miracles on my body if I can ever get up the chutzpah to actually do it. I keep getting the message, from other people of course, that running slims your body like no other exercise. All my runner friends are stupid-slender, even those that have been nice and tubby in the past. I've hit on some diaries here from people who talk about losing weight thanks to running. Thank you, Universe, for sending me these messages about probably the last thing I want to do. I mean yeah, running is fun once in a while, but only when you don't HAVE to do it. If I'm just doing it because I better if I don't want to have a heart attack at 34, pfft, what kind of motivation is that?

I know I have in my diary somewhere talk about just wanting to run one day and just up and doing it. I can remember doing it, but I don't remember enjoying it. I'll have to go back and check, because maybe I did enjoy it and my lazy ass is deceiving me into thinking I didn't. But I couldn't have liked it that much because I stopped doing it, right?

It sure would be great if things like fitness and getting things done, along with hating television and being annoyed by sitting, were just parts of my personality. But that would be too easy. I just need to get off my persuasive ass and start indulging aspects of my inner child other than the whiny lethargic one.

3:33 p.m. - 2009-09-15

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