I would walk five hundred more!

I make ill-formed and perhaps even iller-executed decisions about my life on an almost daily basis.  For instance:  on Saturday, I decided to start running again.  But rather than do what a normal person does when a normal person starts running again (which is to start off with slow, easy distances and work up to the longer, tougher distances), I went a little overboard and in the past five days have run over twenty miles.  Obviously I hurt my foot and now have to take a short break from running.  But it’s going to get cold again soon anyway, and who wants to run when it’s cold?

I went to Walgreen’s last night with Kylene to get some insoles for my shoes to help my foot get better faster, and when I was there I realized that it’s Easter candy season again (most people call this Lent).  I was overwhelmed by the amount of Peeps and Bunnies in their dazzling array of colors, by the Cadbury crème eggs, and by the sweet luscious promise of peanut butter beneath the chocolaty shell of the Reese’s eggs.  I bought a thing of Pink bunnies and three Cadbury eggs—I didn’t want to go overboard, after all.  It must have been an interesting thing for the cashier to see: Dr. Scholl’s insoles, a moderately absurd amount of candy, and two different kinds of toothpaste (including the kind for sensitive teeth, which I bought specifically for this time of year.  Because as I told Amy, “Those little guys are going to have a rough couple of weeks.”)

Of course, last night’s running, which was supposed to make up for the extra calories I took in via candy themed after pagan symbols of fertility, was not as successful as I might have hoped.  I probably ran two thirds of what I had the night before, but had to walk the rest of it because of the injury I am nursing.

But I don’t think I am going to give up running.  There are two things wrong with my life right now:  I am overweight, and I am underemployed.  Of these two problems, there is only one I can fix without writing a cover letter, and right now running six miles is much easier than writing about how I think I would make a great asset to your organization.  Running I can control.  Rejection I can’t.  So I’m going to run—at least for a while.

BUT you should know that I wrote this entire entry specifically so that I could say:  “Unemployment is such a pain in the foot!”  (rimshot plz)