Marathon, schmarathon. I’ll get back to all that tomorrow, though I do intend to go on a nice long walk on the treadmill at the Y later. (Yay back injury!) I have a good book which should keep me occupied for the duration of my walk, or I might watch a bit of TV. I love that they have little TVs on most of the treadmills and you can change the channel to what you want to watch, even better. 

Again, working out is SO not what I want to talk about. If you haven’t watched it yet, stop reading this, go HERE and watch the Lizzie Bennet Diaries from the beginning. It’s only the most awesome modern adaptation of Pride and Prejudice ever, if only for the fact that the characters have twitter accounts and tumblr accounts and they interact with their audience. And then it actually is a really well done adaptation with great acting and character development, especially in the case of Lydia Bennet. Go! Watch now! If you have, and you have watched episode 97 “Special Delivery” keep reading. If you don’t want to be spoiled and want to see the end of this entry, scroll down until you see a big blue okay.

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Okay. OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!!!!! I literally squealed, SQUEALED during the last thirty seconds of today’s episode. I knew the doorbell was not Chinese. I knew it was Darcy, but still. I mean, we get one little sliver of Darcy, wearing what appears to be a vest and tie. Why does that matter? Because I totally want Lizzie to grab him by his suspenders and kiss him but that is totally secondary so long as they actually KISS! 

Charlotte was totally in on it, and whatever happened with Lizzie and Darcy, I’m guessing it made Lizzie happy if her twitter account has anything to do with it. Before the episode, I thought it was just silly stuff, now I think there is something there. Of course, we will have to wait until Thursday before another new episode comes out, but there are only three left! I mean, they have to confess their feelings, Lizzie has to confront him about the Lydia thing, then they have to hash out all the ugly stuff: the letter, when they really started to be in love, Lizzie’s words rejecting him, etc. And of course THEY HAVE TO KISS! If we got a Jane/Bing kiss, we have to have a Lizzie/Darcy kiss. 


End LBD rant.




Okay. 

Enough of that. I will, however, say that anything that makes me go “squeeeeeeee” is totally amazing because I am not a squealing RomCom loving kind of girl. I like sports, you know? And I hate when people put fruit in my drinks and I hate movies where I can guess what the people are going to say before they say it, like most romantic comedies nowadays. I like blood, guts, explosions like in James Bond movies and Vikings and The Walking Dead. So it is definitely worth a look. Did I mention that Darcy looks like this: 

Yep. Adorbs. I can’t believe I just said that, but I did. He is. Off to clean/gym/buy stuff for my kiddos because I promised them treats and I actually don’t have any yet…yikes! 

I kind of want this sticker, it’s an accurate description

So I am reviving this blog again. Mostly because I just really need a writing outlet (grad school + full time job + part time job = insanity!). Okay, I need a writing outlet that does not involve research papers and pedagogy and cooperative educational theories…you get the idea. In one year (I’m guessing, they don’t have the date of the race up yet) I will be running a Marathon. Yep. I’m only overweight, out of shape, with a pulled back muscle and bad knees, but whatever. I’ve done two half marathons, I’m not getting any younger, and I want to start crossing things off my bucket list. 

With the bad back, I am limited to walking and light yoga for a few weeks. It’s all good. I’ve got time. The marathon is in a year. I’m using this blog as a means of accountability. I am determined to be honest with the blog, so that means if I post that I went on a three mile run, I actually have to have gone on a three mile run. Honestly, I sometimes think that if I’m skinny all my problems will go away. Not true. Not true at all but I admit to having those thoughts. Doesn’t everyone? I also just really want to be able to be the athlete I am without getting hurt all the time. 

Seriously. I am actually really athletic. I just told you I ran two half marathons. That’s 13.1 miles people. Twice. I play softball, I do zumba, I like to hike. I just wish I did it all with some consistency and had better self control when it comes to food. I love food. And reading and watching TV and sewing and painting and crafting and all sorts of indoor activities that sometimes (a lot of times) get in the way of the working out. No more. I am resolved to try. I’ve given up resolving to succeed, because then I just get frustrated with a lack of results (after, like, a week) and go back to my old habits. 

New goal: trying. I am going to try. And I have some awesome rewards. I got three fantastic dresses on super clearance at modcloth.com (freaking AWESOME site, btw) and they are all just a bit too small. Progressively so. One is just a bit tight, then the next is a bit smaller, and one is my end-goal dress. I love them and I really, really want to wear them so I am hoping that dangling cute dresses in front of myself will remind me one, why I am attempting this, and two, these things take time. They don’t happen overnight. 

So, here goes nothing Internet. 365 days to 26.2 miles. And with any luck, without about 20 (or 30) pounds.