Wednesday, February 27, 2008
goals
Let's be honest. I'm not going to make it to sixty miles to save the universe this February, nor am I fooling myself that I am. But that's okay.
Because a long time ago (okay, not really that long in the grand scheme of things) I promised myself I would never become as obsessive about running as I was at the time ever again. That means, no more than two miles per day. Or, okay, maybe three, tops. But no more ten-mile-a-day runs. That was insane.
Plus, I don't run on weekends. Period. Monday through Friday only. So, hypothtically, if I ran my maximum (2 miles) x 5 days a week, that still only means I would make 40 miles total a month.
I don't anticipate saving the universe any time soon.
However, so far as goals are concerned, I am quite disappointed about my fund raising thus far. I emailed twenty people I am quite connected with (friendship-wise) and haven't elicited a single donation yet.
Hmph.
Better start hitting up strangers in the streets.
Or figuring out a way to make some money.
Or figuring out a way to make this blog more popular.
(I'm sure a template update wouldn't kill me.)
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2 comments:
2 miles 5x a week is puh-lenty!
Hang in there with the fundraising. Money's tight for so many right now. I'll probably end up doing a bottle and can drive to make offline deposits to my page.
Yeah, I'm having a hard time raising, as well.
It's early. On the other hand, I asked last year and people said, 'If only you'd told me SOONER. I could have raised more for you.'
It means a lot just having you on the team. Truly.
I need a template change.
A long time ago, I promised myself I'd get into the best shape of my life in my 30s. We Pisceans make a lot of promises to ourselves.
I might try to raise the bar a bit more before I'm through. Keep trying to do more weight training, ballet, and abs & butt, but running is the only thing I get to do when no one bothers me. I need the time out.
You understand it.
40's great. You know it is. Lula and I have late talking mama stress to work off.
And Hermione doesn't die. I thought everyone knew that, which is why I thought the joke would be funnier. Sorry that I caused the same distress for you that was caused for me when I read that spoiler three days before my book arrived.
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