Judging by the trailer, everyone in The Great Gatsby is constantly puzzled.
Who is Gatsby
Where is Daisy
Why am I in this movie
Was that Frank Ocean
Holy shit is this… is this a U2 cover
This girl is adorable. Sounds pretty perfect too. She is about 3-5, loves exercise, knows commands. Peachy had a family, so it’s likely she’s even housebroken. She is at ACCT (here for directions) and is part of the ACCT pen pal program that pairs longterm residents with one volunteer who helps keep them socialized and teaches them all kinds of commands and stuff. Her pen pal’s email is always8bball@aol.com
Here are Peachy’s petfinder and craigslist too. She is getting stressed which puts her at great risk if she stays….
So, we are still running. And it’s been so much fun. Work? Not so much.
I think after training for the past year, it’s nice to be unsure of what is next. And my mileage is still up for the week (at least 30+), it’s just cool to break it up and run as fast or slow as I want. I think since Broad Street we are staying at about 6.5 for the longer runs, but still 3-4 times a week and faster shorter like 5Ks (or a little longer) on in between days. I’ve been taking off about once a week, but I am going to be using the days when I run with the dogs as days off because they are kind of lame 3-4 mile runs with stops whenever the pups want.
Trixie gets no such breaks. We had fun today, kind of played dodge ‘em with the morning commuters on JFK and all the way across 18th. It’s funny too, because people don’t expect it and we go really fast to get through the small spaces between people going in either direction. Kind of jackass-y fun because people do get startled and we have some near misses, but we are prepared fast and agile, so it’s the commuting public that is thrown off. Guys usually think it’s funny. Ladies, not so much. Oopsie.
And I am training for balance, literally with a bunch of yoga balancing poses, but also still with the pushups, therapy exercises for my knee which has really been hurting and then a bunch of other strength stuff. Still working on my hamstrings. They’re still too straight, so annoying.
Also trying to decide what race to do next. I am thinking about heading towards the Philly Half again. I do not really want to do another half, but I would like to return the asskicking it gave me last year at least once and my friend is doing it. Maybe the bridge run and a couple 5Ks between now and then to keep my speed up? Not sure. Also-the spending comes into it too. The half is expensive, not sure about the bridge run. Whatever.
I’ve taken on a ton of work too. Ambitious all around right now. So, sleep is getting shorter and shorter but a bit better. And my diet has been amazing for some reason. Guess spring? So many vegetables. That’s all I got. Boring as shit, which is not that bad.
Especially after the nail polish remover in the eye thing last week. Of course, finally got my contacts back in and one went way up in my eye the other day. Basically walking mostly blind with the dogs. And finally in the distance, first time in months, someone is waving to me. I realize it’s the guy. Awesome. I am all squinty, probably sweaty and I most likely tripped trying to wave back while controlling the dogs. Worst timing with this guy. Ever. Ships. Passing. I am like the old barnacle covered one. He is the one with the awesome old convertible and always perfect ridiculous hair. I could probably get all kinds of ready and walk by his house every day for months and not see him until (as I usually do) I am finishing a long run and look like a sweaty mess. We usually stop right before his street after the park. So stupid. Yet not surprising. What are you gonna do, you know? Off to work for now I guess. Peace y’all.
xoxo k
Heartwarming Tearjerker of the Day: Staff Sergeant Nick B. was on patrol in Afghanistan when he came across Bodhi tied up, covered in mud, and missing both ears and half his tail to some kind of torture.
“They were going to use him to fight other dogs as entertainment,” Nick said. “You could just tell he hadn’t been fed properly. He was really skinny and malnourished. When I saw that, it just broke my heart. I knew I had to get this dog out of here.”
Nick says the owners didn’t want to give Bodhi up, so he traded packs of cigarettes for him. Then he coordinated with the Puppy Rescue Mission to get Bodhi out of the country. The pair were reunited in Florida on Saturday.
“It’s so much better knowing I saved this dog from a life of eating scraps of trash and not knowing if he’s going to be shot,” Nick said. “I know his life will be so much better now. He’ll have a lot of land to run around on, a pool to play in, a loving family, and he’ll be fed properly and bathed. It’s an amazing feeling.”
This is awesome. Dude is hot. Not sure if he really is or because of what he did and how he tells the story is amazing. Also- CUTE Puppy! He can hear again.
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Rolling Stones: She’s A Rainbow
This was the moment that I cried while watching SNL for the first time.
Just got to watching this. What a sendoff. It was awesome.
It’s a story with both a good pit bull and a good cop. WHO KNEW?
This is what happens when people check their misconceptions at the door (or police cruiser, whichever), as all police officers should do, and treat every dog as an individual. He is gorgeous. Yay for a good dog with a new home and a great role model of a police officer.
The internet is so convenient
These are hilarious. Now I have to go because after I eat my pear, spinach & endive salad, I am supposed to dress for 73 degrees and head to Fergie’s while I celebrate my new music and my new job working at Mammoth Mountain.
Combining his skill behind the camera with his passion for art, award-winning UK-based wildlife photographer David Lloyd is captivated by the continent. Picture: David Lloyd / Barcroft Media
I still think it’s funny when people are like, oh yeah, but you run all the time.
When they are comparing me to other people who ran Broad Street or little 5Ks or something. First off- no one’s accomplishments should be discounted because they work hard consistently. Does that make sense to anyone? Hopefully not. I started running almost (only) one year ago. That’s it. It took me months to get over 2 miles.
Just because I ran a half marathon doesn’t mean 10 miles was easy. The half was my first race ever. I just didn’t start small, partially because I am hopelessly competitive and insecure. Broad Street was only the second race of my entire life. So, sorry for not starting slowly and doing a bunch of bullshit little runs to kick shit off. I’m competitive and surrounded by people who’ve been doing distance running and triathlons for years. Starting small would have been kind of embarrassing to me. Which makes no sense, except in my head. And I don’t judge people (not always!) who start small. But I have worked my ass off for a whole year. So, it really isn’t fair to discount hard work as experience. Or discounting experience as making things easier. Distance is in your head and you have to want it, but I don’t think it’s ever easy. But it is pretty badass and I won’t apologize for thinking that.
