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Sunday, October 28, 2012

Chicken-cord-on-blue




That was my costume. I recycled this one. I was this same thing about 13-14 yrs ago behind the bar at EGYPT Night Club on the Waterfront. I stole it from a NYC DJ who was wearing it that same night. because I have new,dope, bright, blue, Pumas and this was a completely different crowd, i figured why not? so check this BUZZKILL out! I give my friend a clue of "Winner, winner, CHICKEN dinner" and he guessed it right away! how was this possible? his waiter from the other night was being the exact same thing!!! WTF!!! It took 13-14 yrs, and it got to that dude. AND it looks like he had the idea 1st! i immediately contacted my gf, who i know has a pic of us all those years ago just to prove it. I put more of an effort into it the last time, but this way was fine.


the boo looked awesome in his batman snuggy. even more awesome, he can use it everyday, not just for holloween. but check out the gene simmons dude. his shoes were like a foot tall. we hung with that guy a lot, but we will never know who he is in real life. good times, good peeps, another holloween. feels like holloween 2011 was yesterday.

hurricane sandy about to hit us. i tend to not take this stuff seriously. i should, considering this is my job. schools closing, businesses shutting down, evacuations. maybe i should have some fear, but i dont. working from home the next couple of days. that makes me happy, considering i was to be on 12 days in a row. i get burnt out. especially because my boss is the biggest moron on the planet and i don't know how he walks and chews gum at the same time. or how he bullshit his way into this position. i really worry about the mission we are on. it is doomed with him "in charge". we let him believe that, as we work around him. he's a tard. enough on that.

going to LA for my birthday!!! woo hoo! 40 is a BIGGIE and i feel aweome and need to celebrate. when i lived in LA, i never got to do anything being saddled to the abusive clown. i never got to just be. the boo cannot get away in december, so i called my west coast bestie and set up a visit. im so excited. yoga, beach, nightlife, sunshine. i want to see just how far i can run on the beach path, visit a friend on the boardwalk, do things i could never do with the clown. i had free yoga and he made it as if even yoga class was sinister. he told his friend that i do yoga to look better for other men. accused me of the same. everything was suspect. it became pointless to do anything, go anywhere just to avoid the abuse.

my boo? says "have a great time. i'm sorry we can't go away together". he feels bad. i say we have a whole lifetime to celebrate. i understand. we can celebrate any ol way. with friends, just the two of us, on a beach or in his basement. i dont care. he is the main reason i feel so great. im happy. that is his gift to me and he worries that not enough. it is waaayyy more than enough. happiness? its new to me. he helped get me here. he keeps a smile on my face. makes me feel safe. cared for. loved. this again is new to me. so good. i do think he's a lil worried about me being out there and being tempted to do something. but i have no intention. why would i risk the best thing that ever happened to me for some dude that means nothing? i just want to hang with my crazy girlfriend and laugh. he knows that. but he knows my past and i can feel his anxiety. i cant let that stop me from living my life. as i have stated in previous posts, i can not sacrifice my wants to make someone else happy anymore. im not hurting anyone by visiting my friend. end of story.

ooooooohhhhhhh. the storm is getting good. time to hunker down with the dog, bon bons, reality tv, the internet and my man. xoxo

Monday, October 22, 2012

Now I say HOOAH!


I completed the Army 10 Miler yesterday. BIG deal for me. I was told distance running was not in the cards anymore after my injury running the San Fran Marathon in 2005. I proved them wrong.



39, about to be 40 any second, I was approached with the opportunity to run as a team. I explained that I really wanted to. I'll train and if my knee is ok, Ill do it, but no promises. And train I did. 4-5 days a week, at stupid o'clock in the morning, I ran. I stuck to the treadmill because it is less impact on your body. I protected my knee and when there was pain, I stopped. Running on a tradmill is very different than road. I could build up endurance, but I knew I would struggle when the race came. Also, I never ran past 8 miles. I worried that I would end up walking during the race, and tried to convince myself to leave my ego back in Philly. I remember trying to sooth my team members who worried about their performance "whatever happens, happens. Let's just try to have a good time". I was really talking to myself.



The day couldn't have been more beautiful. Perfect running weather, trees turning a million vibrant colors, and the Nations Capitol as our backdrop. We did it. All of us. The pride we earned that day is priceless.

We all ran at different paces in different waves. For some of the team, this was not their first ATM. 5 of the 16 run Keyan style. Fast as shit. For a few, this was their first race of any kind. First distance run. For me, I had something to prove. You can never tell me I can't.

Not only did I run the entire race, I did it in 88 mins. BOOOOOOOMMMMMM. The 1st three miles were a struggle. I remember thinking, "Oh shit, 7 more miles". Then my stride became effortless. I started picking up speed with each mile marker I passed. The hills became fun, not an obstacle. I was now passing people from waves that started 10-15 minutes before me. When I crossed the finish line, my thought was what's next?

After the race we clebrated with hugs. We were awarded with coins from the Command Sergeant Major of the Army Reserves who just happened to be getting interviewed by our Rally point. We took the metro back to the hotel, jumped in the car, and made our way back home to avoid the traffic of 40,000 people trying to leave at once. It was a great day.

Again I proved to myself that there is nothing I can't do. I am a product of what I believe. I believe I'm a warrior. Half marathon next.

In the history of the 338th MED BDE, there has never been a team for anything. We started something very cool and we plan to grow. Lead from the front. Be an example. Engage your fellow soldiers and continue to accomplish things you thought you couldn't. Things in our unit changed yesterday. A new morale. We are proud of ourselves and everyone else is proud of us too. We need to use this momentum to inspire others to join us,

Now, I'm not saying there is no downside. I'm barely moving today. Last night was a little rough as well. I am still almost 40 with injuries. Walking is not my friend right now. Heating pads with my knee propped up watching reality TV. Thank God I had off from work. Taking a couple days break from running, but not too long.

More pics to come.