that’s in reference to the post and then my run.
the ob shelf was horrible. i have no idea how i did, but it certainly didn’t feel good, especially considering how hard i studied.
looked at my time for that 5k from june 14th – i ran about 9:48 minute mile. today i ran 4.1 miles at about 9:15 minute mile. See – it totally was that guy talking to me. I ran a longer distance in a shorter amount of time per mile.
well, another 5k this weekend i think if dave would ever get back to me. dbag dave!
today, i ran my first 5k. overall i did pretty well, clocking in around 30:18 for 3.1 miles, and my goal within my head was around 30 minutes (i wanted to run less than a 10 minute mile). it was a pretty fun experience, although strange, because realistically, i could run for free at home rather than pay 20 dollars, but it goes to charity and all that. additionally, i’ve realized, these races provide that motivation to run even more. it gives me something to which i can compare myself. for instance, the next available 5k, i can run it with the hopes of improving my time.
although, i must say, i probably could have been under 30 minutes had it not been for this random man trying to hold a conversation with me while running. Since i had set the goal of ~30 minutes, i knew i’d have to run pretty hard, especially considering the humidity and rain. it was bound to be a tough run. and i know it had something to do with the whole talking thing because for the first 2 miles, i was fine running at my usual pace. i remember hitting two miles at about 19:30, and it was meh from there cause he wouldn’t stop talking. this man ran next to me for about 1.5 miles, and here he is with his jumbo long legs, and my with my little ones working to maximize their stride. curse him.
nevertheless, i was happy with my run and finish. i set a realistic goal an achieved it. it was especially fun because in the beginning, you see all these people sprint off, and you want to run past them, but then you calm yourself and let it go. because when you get to that last half mile, those are the people you pass. while some people were walking up that final hill, i jogged with pride (although, with my runs, they always end on a hill). so yay to the next one (potentially july 4th).
dave hit his goal of 25 minutes, and rachel without any particular goal or preparation hit 40 minutes (under 13 minutes/mile – very nice! 
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i am convinced now that my boyfriend has been spying on me. there is this resident within the ob program where i work that has randomly asked me some weird questions about my boyfriend since she met me, and i have worked with her minimally, so her questions have been extremely unusual. her questions also come out of no where.
then i ask him if he knows someone in the program from his medical school, and he’s all like no… but who are you thinking of. i name her and then he’s like ooooooh yeeeeeeeeeah she is there. she is awesome, blah blah blah.
i’m being spied on for sure.
ah, nothing like meeting up with some people from high school.
i was supposed to spend some time with my friends from hs, linds and ash when i got kind of tired. i bailed and told them have fun. they text me telling me, hey, we’re going to MM’s, you should come. i keep saying no, but then some of the boys there, get a hold of my number, and i realize there is a zero percent chance of me getting any work done.
here’s a roster for you (rach): shane b., matt m., shane s., and mike m. some of those you won’t know, but the most entertaining one is the first, one rachel will most certainly know. SB was the most popular boy in school, and consequently, the most obnoxious. from grades 7-10 he teased me incessantly, sometimes to the point of meanness. then there was a turning point in 11th grade and he was nice. i never bothered trying to figure out why, because i never cared.
if we go forward a couple years, bri and i go out and run into him and his buds. bri had always been better friends with them, but i never had much inclination for anyone in hs. we hung out with them, and at the end of the night, he asks me to “make out” with him. barf. i simply say, i have a boyfriend, and all of a sudden he’s like ‘oh well, i didn’t mean it, i have a girlfriend, i’m loyal.’ this is why i have so little faith in boys and relationships and marriage.
so the other night, telling him about a story from 7th grade regarding his poor treatment of me (cause i hold the power now, dammit), and after his interspersed “sweethearts” (barf again), the conversation goes something like this:
“oh well maybe i had a crush on you.”
“or maybe i always gave you a good reaction to keep you going”
“maybe, but i could have had a crush on you.”
“i doubt it.”
people do that kind of thing to atone for the past in hopes that they have a chance in the future. it’s sickeningly obvious and if i didn’t transmit it well through this post, then i apologize, but that was the ploy. around the time all of these people started getting drunk and disgusting (like commenting on my boobs and other such nonsense), i left along with my friends. it makes me look back and thank god i never wasted time in high school trying to hang out with people like them. it makes me so much happy that i spent time with my best friends and family and didn’t waste a moment on that drama.
it’s kind of sad to see such a legacy (albeit highschool legacy), become so pathetic.
so i went running this evening, and what a beautiful run it was, until about 1 mile in, i felt something in my eye. unfortunately, i have humongous eyes (such that in middle school, a boy used to call me “bug eyes”, something my sister still likes to bring up), so it’s not unusual for something to end up in there. i mean, when it comes to probability, and i consider the amount of space on my face my eyes take up, something is bound to end up in there.
so as i said, i am running, and i stop and try and get it out, keep trying, keep trying. finally i reach a point where i can’t feel anything, and i’m pretty sure i got whatever it was out. fast forward. at home looking in my little cosmetic mirror, and for some reason, i pulled my eyelid down. in retrospect, i really don’t even know why i pulled down my eyelid. my eye wasn’t bothering, but lo and behold, there was something tucked away in it. and you know what it was? if you haven’t guess by now, you’re a damn fool. a bug. gross.
i ran miles with a bug in my eye.
i have been rather deliquent again. i couldn’t help it really. i have been kind of miserable, which generally leads to me wanting to avoid rehashing those things that make me miserable. that’s a cop-out though because i don’t even write about such things on here. only the things that drive me bonkers (love that word) and the things that make me laugh.
so i will do a bunch of little short ones to keep you happy. or miserable, my writing is pretty terrible.
really the only reason i am writing is to procrastinate studying the physical exam of the hip and pelvis. the doctor i work for insisted that i read this book, and while informative, it is most certainly dry. i have since tried every form of procrastination, yet i am too efficient with procrastinating, so i am down to my final method, which is clearly writing in this blog. i don’t have much of the book left, but it’s enough.
today, i didn’t go to church. which to many, you might be like, so? but i have gone pretty religiously (ha) since i started dating my boyfriend. the last couple months i have been more deliquent, but i just haven’t wanted to go, and i am of the attitude that if you don’t want to do something, generally you shouldn’t. (as proven by the fact that i don’t want to read this book). mostly i didn’t go today because the church i like is a half hour away. there is a closer one about 3 minutes away but i hate that hippie church with their guitars and tambourines. nonsense. how can you possible focus when someone is going to town on a tambourine?
yesterday i had the distinct honor of draining the biggest abscess i have seen yet. there is nothing more gratifying than draining an abscess filled with pus. numb up the area with some lidocaine, go at them with an 11 blade (aka an exact-o knife) and have fun squeezing that baby open. pack it with some gauze and send the poor soul out. i love it.
i mentioned a mandatory listening to the song ‘femininity’ by disney, but knowing most wouldn’t venture there themselves…
http://video.aol.com/video-detail/femininity-summer-magic-1963/1720265524
all this time… i have been doing it all wrong.
as i sit in my office typing this, i am in a mini state of bliss – the sun is still shining, my window is open, and birds are chirping. From my vantage point, i can see the buds forming on the elms across the street…the beginnings of spring.
i still remember my decision to start paying attention to spring. when i was younger, as in a teenage, one day there would leaves on the trees. i was oblivious up until that point and it bugged me that i had missed all that time in between. Now, at least once a week, i take a moment to eval the trees and make a mental note of their progress.
i am still waiting for that period of time where we don’t have rain. then i rake the leaves from last fall and make chewkie clean up all the dog poo he has neglected for so long.
why else is today glorious? why, today was my last day of fp. it was short and sweet, and i didn’t have to do clinic today after all…i couldn’t ask for more. and i basically wrote my own evaluation, so i already know what it will say. if i honor this test, i’ll honor the rotation, but trust me, this one isn’t getting her hopes up.
although, psych wasn’t a total loss. sure, i didn’t do well on the test, which is completely not what i expected (again SAD, that bastard). despite doing bleh on the test, the course director wrote some great comments on my eval and gave me some great marks – it made me feel better knowing that my work on the floors hadn’t gone unnoticed.
that’s all… i am taking a nap now.
i require that you, by whatever means necessary, download the song “femininity” by disney. i listened to it, and just started screaming and laughing hysterically.
i think i spelled femininity right.
