but...but...it's just water!
The quote of the day:
Calling Buddy on the Ouija board.
Running news:
7.5 miles.
It did not happen. I was about 7.5 miles into it when my body said to me, "By the way, the only thing you are running on is sheer determination."
I'd run into the dreaded bonk.
I had nothing. I clearly had no carbohydrate reserves. I've been doing these long runs without eating before or during them, and that's gotta change. At least have a banana before setting out, although I want to experiment and figure out how I can handle carrying Power Bars or a thermos with me or whatever.
I walked home and went back to bed. I asked Darin to wake me up at 9. He got me up at 9:15. I dressed, wrote up my story for the bridal shower, and headed out the door.
Forgetting the present for the shower. (Takes bow.)
Allison hosted a bridal shower for Tiffany at the Tudor House in Santa Monica. I'll get to the festivities in a second. But first, criticism of the Tudor House:
- they made tea with tea bags.
- they did not cut the crusts off the sandwiches.
- they served the scones with butter--clotted cream or bust!
However, they do carry the full line of Cadbury's candy bars, including Crunchie! So there were upsides and downsides.
The bridal shower was great. One of the things Allison asked us to do was bring stories about our friendships with Tiffany. Not only did I bring the only embarrassing story, I brought the only embarrassing story that I could think of. Tiffany doesn't lend herself to embarrassment much. (I'm the undignified one in this friendship.)
Tiffany is marrying Wyndham, who's the boy she used to date in high school. Kind of weird. They split up after high school (I think) and went their separate ways. He was even married for a while. They stayed friends though. Tiffany socialized with both Wyndham and his wife. Then his marriage broke up (internal reasons) and only afterward did he and Tiffany realize that the two of them were meant to be, finally.
Wyndham's a nice guy--I'm very happy for her.
(A weird the-world-is-shrinking note: the guy I dated spring quarter of college had a friend whom I met and later shared an apartment with for two and a half seconds. The friend's sister also moved into the apartment. The sister is Wyndham's ex-wife.)
When I got home from the shower, I went back to bed and napped for 2 hours. I don't know if my recent upswing in napping indicates that something's wrong. (I know I'm not pregnant.) Maybe my body needs more time to adjust from these runs than I've been giving it. But I'm not finding any trouble dropping off to sleep when I lie down. Considering how much I complained about my inability to do just that even a year ago, this is an improvement.
Darin woke me up and we headed on over to the Boys, where Harry prepared a huge meal: arugula salad with warm mushrooms, lamb with roasted shallots, gumbo with oysters and shrimp, mashed potatoes with pesto, and asparagus, plus raisin cheesecake made with ricotta cheese.
I did pretty well at not pigging out. Well, I had more lamb than I should have, but it was damned tasty and that's the story I'm sticking with. I kept giving things I wasn't going to eat to Darin, like half my gumbo and my mashed potatoes. I did have one beer, which had the double effect of filling me up and making me logy even before I got to the food.
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Darin played some Tekken 3 with Al after dinner, until it was time to go home. I felt sorry for Harry (despite the fact that Harry had gotten himself into this): the kitchen was wall-to-wall dirty dishes, and the house was going to have leftovers. Albeit tasty leftovers of lamb and gumbo, but a passel o' leftovers nonetheless.
Copyright 1998 Diane Patterson
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