Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Good song

I have a new favorite song for the week. I think my mom especially will like this one (assuming she can forgive the fact that it's country).

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Exercise

The weather's getting nice enough to actually go outside and do stuff now. So today I decided to take my dog for a run around the block. I don't really go for that kind of jogging that's slower than walking, so it's basically just walking while bouncing up and down a little more. When I run, I actually RUN. When I jog, it's halfway between walking speed and running speed.

Akela, of course, loved the run, which is good, because I didn't even make it a quarter of the way around the block before I had to partly rely on her pulling me along. We didn't make it all the way around the block before I had to turn back. I hate that. I know I could run several times as far as I do except that whenever I run, the back of my throat starts burning, my saliva gets really thick--too thick to swallow well--and I have so much mucus in my throat that I can hardly breathe (not that I'm out of breath like I used to be when I was younger, but like I can't breathe because the airway's obstructed).

I googled my problem, which is apparently pretty normal and only goes away over time. Something to do with your throat not liking cold air (but it's above freezing today!). Silly. That's silly. I want to work my muscles, which are antsy from being stuck inside all winter, but I can't because my throat's a sissy. Silly sissy throat.

I miss playing tennis and basketball. It was easier to exercise then. I get bored when I'm just running for the sake of stretching muscles. It's easier when there's something like a ball to focus on.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Mid-night announcement

Okay, by popular request, here's news on the pending hitching.

Um... I'm getting married. To the greatest person on the planet. And I don't want to write much more because I'm not really the type to gush.

Details are we're getting married on May 15, which is the day before my graduation. So we get married in the temple in Anchorage, then drive the six hours back to Fairbanks that evening so we can go to graduation on the 16th. Then in June, we're leaving for a 30-day trip across the country because Jack's getting sent to Georgia. Ew, Georgia. That's not Alaska at all! Puppy isn't going to like it. Fortunately, we're only there for six months, and then we get to move again. Heh, yay.

That said, it's 2:30 in the morning. I'm going back to sleep. I don't know why I even got up to type this, but maybe I'll be able to sleep better now.