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Lou and I went to the Chicago Marathon today. We are discussing running it next year. I haven't committed yet. There would definitely be some major training involved considering my running career peaked at the fun run of 1994 when I won fastest 6th grade girl at First Pres. MAJOR training - I enjoy coming home from work and immediately putting on my pajamas for a night of TV on the couch. Maybe the only way for that cycle to end is to commit to it - I haven't been on a treadmill since I walked 40 miles for breast cancer 4 months ago.
I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving too much. I'm ready for a break in the monotony that is our weekly routine. The only thing new in our lives is an xbox 360 - and my unknown talent as the masked girl on Dead or Alive 4. I beat Lou 21 times Thursday night and now he doesn't enjoy me joining in on his gaming sessions. I no longer fall asleep to the burning glare of his lamp as he works, now it's the click click click of his wireless controller.
sunday night blues strikes again, but the flavor of love reunion show might help that.
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| Recipe for Hipster Success at Pitchfork:
mustache
mullet cut for short ponytail
bandana
black dress socks
belt over top
1 inch inseam athletic shorts
Pitchfork was fun - tiresome and 103 degrees, but fun. The bands were great and the people watching was excellent. Band of Horses made the first day worthwhile and Jens Lekman was the best of today. Tapes and Tapes, the Futureheads and the Walkmen were also entertaining. I don't think I have ever sweated that much in my life. I spent 20 dollars on banana mango smoothies. We left early today and hated to miss Spoon, but didn't want to sit through everything else.
This coming weekend will be the first weekend in over 2 months that we haven't either driven home or had someone staying with us. The 10 hour drive home has become routine, and I'm glad to say that the Jackson summer wedding scene is over for us. I'm looking forward to this weekend, it will be our 1 year anniversary of living here. We are planning on a home improvement weekend: repainting our apartment, moving boxes from our hall closet to a storage room, etc. very exciting.
We are going home for Labor day weekend though - and hopefully flying. It is going to be hard to stay away now that Lou decided his calling in life was playing golf at the country club. It will be nice to be home with nothing to do for once.
Obviously, we aren't moving. They raised our rent 10%, so we freaked out and went looking at apartments every night for the last 2 weeks - everything from lofts, to condos and walk ups, but found nothing we liked as much as our current place. We decided downtown feels like home to us and we would miss it too much, so we are staying put... until we really can't afford it next year. We are discussing buying a place next year, so we'll see how that pans out.
Henry is ready to go to bed and so am I. We have the usual sunday night blues. I feel like summer is over. Lou has 2 weeks left at his job and school will be starting back up in just a few weeks. Time is flying.
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| It was a busy week. Working until 9 every night blows - and working until 9 every night with bronchitis is miserable. I actually broke down and went to the doctor on wednesday afternoon - I have bronchitis, although I'm pretty much over it now. I took a sick day on Friday - then convinced Lou to take a sick day as well - his throat "hurt." I pretty much slept the day away and Lou nintendoed the day away.
Today is our anniversary - I can't believe it has been a year. We celebrated by going out to eat at a nice restaurant last night - I dusted off the infamous wedding shoes for the occasion.
We continued the celebration with Gold Coast hot dogs for lunch today and then realized that at that same time last year, we were eating lobster risotto at the Four Seasons Hotel and a year later sitting in a scary food court eating 2 "char dogs." food court = not Paris.
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| My mom has left after her week of Chicago living and entertaining - and - Lou is back from Prague, jet-lagged and sick. His sleeping schedule is still opposite mine. Tomorrow should be interesting since he has to go back to work and school. He is currently snoring so loud I can't hear the tv. He has been asleep since 8:30.
I have the typical Sunday night work blues. I think Lou finally knows what that feels like. I can already sense a lack of motivation for the coming work week, maybe because I know it is going to be a bad one - and to top it all off - I have to play softball this week. I promised I would play once and this is the week. Hopefully I won't break my right pointer finger because without my mouse clicking ability I am worthless to the architecture world.
We ordered our wedding pictures tonight. 2 weeks shy of our first anniversary and 2 days before our redneck anniversary marking the day we got married at the courthouse. Exciting. Hopefully we will get the albums before this time next year.
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| 39.3 miles. 3,600 walkers. 8.2 million dollars raised. record breaking.
Up until mile 16, everything was going great. 16-20 were tough. 20-26 lasted a miserable eternity. The crew cheering us on would tell us less mileage to get us motivated - we didn't catch on until later - sons of bitches. But it is over. It was fun, but I'm glad it is over.
I'm really proud of us. It was harder than I thought it was going to be - meaning - I didn't think we would hurt until later - not during- but during definitely happened. No blisters - just sore muscles.
You can't help but feel like you made a difference. While we were walking, 145 people died of breast cancer and 670 were diagnosed - every 3 minutes. Only 10% is genetic. We saw YOUNG bald women with young husbands and young children. That could easily be me, my sister or my best friends - too easily.
You put a sign on your back for who you were walking for. To see women walking for themselves, men walking for their wives, women walking for their mothers, or people with lists of 10 people that had died, was heartbreaking. My mom and I walked for a family friend. Her mother died of breast cancer when she was 16, she died of breast cancer 4 years ago and her son killed himself 2 years ago.
It was a good weekend - walking and talking for days. I learned a lot - about the cause, about the disease, about endurance, and that midwestern women love some biking shorts, no matter how big the booty.
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