I have completely enjoyed a quiet weekend at home. A few offers were extended to go and visit friends but as this was the first weekend of the month and also the first weekend that I’ve been home in awhile I felt I’d better stay home, bond with Porter and catch up on everything that had been left undone for the past few weeks.
I also need to finish up my application for UNT and wite thank you notes to all the profs who provided reference letters.
This past week was filled with new information as I began my roll as a GL Manager. While the position has a lot of benefits I can only hope that it lasts long enough for me to get my Masters in Library Science. here is to a new future.

3 more days as an ABL auditor and 5 more AEL audits to perform. So hard to believe that it is almost done. I’m excited for the transition on September 1st but at the same point sad to see it all end. Here is to a better future.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE3gjLOIeDA&feature=player_embedded

Last night I ran 4.6 miles in 63.08 minutes. I felt great. Never before have I had that smooth of a run. 5 minutes to warm up. 10 minutes at 4.2mph. 7 minutes at 5.0mph. Back to 4.2mph, again up to 5.0mph for even longer, back down to 4.2 etc. I ran in the gym and not outside because although North York is supposed to be safe when I went for a short walk after dinner at 10pm there was a Iranian protest (Iranians protesting for the right to vote equally in Iran) and as I was walking past the square where the protest was being held, some man attending the protest said something incomprehensible and spat at me. Yes, I got scared and was thankful I was heading back to the hotel.
So I worked out in the hotel gym even though it was late and the gym was to close at 11pm. I worked out until 11:30pm and didn’t get kicked out.
Wish I was home. Wish I could be with Porter. Wish I knew I was transitioning at the end of the month.
Must go running again tonight (inside again). I hope I can repeat the results of last night.

Don’t forget, refuse to let go, hold on tight with both hands….to those things, dreams and thoughts that keep you happy.

Life is filled with choices and at times the easier choice is to stay stuck in the mindlessness of doing what has always been done. Actually – not even the mindlessness of doing what has been done, rather in the chaos that is daily life but recognizing that the chaos only seems necessary because it is familiar. Not comfortable but familiar and thus manageable.

Dare to dream, dare to live. Even now when things appear to be going to hell in a handbasket there is still room out to there to pursue a dream or two.

Live.

So this was one of the most heartwarming things I’ve seen in a long time. Enjoy.

Working hard to maintain my agenda for the week – hope springs eternal that this pace will continue without faltering!

Tentative early evening plans to go and grab a pint with some friends from Philly. Following that I might have to be good and come back and work out again this evening. Last evenings work out was excellent – 60 min walking/running (intervals) and 20 minutes biking.

Arrived into PHI last night around 11pm with no problems. Caught a cab and headed over to the Sofitel Philadelphia. After unpacking and having a quick salad (in place of dinner) I finally crashed around 1am. What a weekend – and this week is going to be super busy also.
But I will have to make time to go grab a pint on Tuesday for St. Patty’s Day – so I’m on a quest to find the perfect Irish pub that is within walking distance of the hotel!

So I’m listening to Kenny Chesney’s CD titled Lucky Old Sun (please withhold all groans) and I have to admit that I really like it. The lyrics are great and really are about refocusing and finding yourself. Pretty good stuff…makes me want to do something worthwhile and contribute to the greater good. Sometimes life does become unrecognizable with all the technology, information and rushing around that we do. But what is important is the ability to remember that at the end of the day it is about finding peace within your own heart and a quiet spot in your mind.

I need to lose weight – this is so disturbing. I’m sitting here at my desk feeling icky about myself and yet thinking I should still have the metabolism of a 22yr old. What happened? When did it stop? Why can I exercise for an hour a day and yet still have serious problem spots that are contributing to a feeling of dismay each and everytime I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.

This has to change.