Insanity is Running Half Marathons to Make You Happy

Dearest Amanda:

When we are old and grey we will absolutely go by old lady names. Hazel is perfect for me, but Fir could be a little difficult... Firdinandina maybe? Firnee? We'll think of something.

As for the TV stand, I am going to need a better visual of the stand. Send me along a picture in your next post and I'll come up with something crafty we can do next time I see you, which hopefully won't be too long from now. I forgot what awful Manner withdrawals I go through after not seeing you for a while. I would liken them to coming down of off opiates, if I knew what that felt like. Based on my experience with those who have, it sounds pretty similar.

I have a strict regimen for weighing myself too... it's called never doing it. Although last time I did I was hovering right around 200lbs... which is a hefty 36 less than I weighed in January. That was also a month ago, and full Bluebird BBQ and Moe's meals have entered my body since. In the past 24 hours I swear I've gained 10 pounds. Absolutely worth every calorie of course, but still... a little excessive.

That should be mostly burnt off with my 6 mile jaunt I plan on taking in the morning. Sadly, I have yet to get new shoes, so my old faithful Asics will have to last me through one more distance run before I trade them in on Friday after getting paid. It's going to be a struggle, seeing as I haven't run since I survived my half marathon, but do you remember how happy I was at the end?

Hopefully it will be half as enjoyable in November, once I decide which one I want to do. My choices are as follows:

Manchester City Half Marathon which would be extremely convenient, considering it's in your backyard, but also very close to now. Or, the Wolf Hollow Half Marathon, which is a bit further away from both you and today. A little more appealing, both for my body and bank account, but we'll see how tomorrow's run fares before making any big decisions.

In other news, The Mister made some potential strides this weekend, in that he remembered everything about it and wasn't blackout drunk. The more I think about it, the more I know that he's not good for me right now, but I can't help but hope that he will snap out of it and smarten up. Wishful thinking, I know, but I've always been a hopeless romantic. I've decided that I just need to stop stressing out over it and repeat the mantra "what will be will be" over and over until I stop feeling so crazy. Hopefully I'm right in what I'm feeling and someday it will pan out, but for now the timing just isn't right and I have to accept that.

In other OTHER news...  YOU ARE FREE!!! I can't wait to come and stay in YOUR apartment! And sleep in YOUR bed! And only have to worry about YOU and not wanting to MURDER ANYONE ELSE. It's a glorious feeling for me, so I can only imagine what you are feeling right now. Besides hopefully a little tipsy from your celebratory vodka tonics.

Now I'm going to finish watching Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, pass out, and run my tookus off in the morning.

Good night, my dearest Firleasha. (Still working on it!)

-Hazel

(PS: We need to start the care packages. Name a date and send me your address so we can make the first swap!)