Ramblings

Once again I got my butt handed to me by a forty-five year old marithon runner tonight, she teaches the above named class.  This lady is hard core, she laughs at us I can see it in her eyes, and of course I want to be her in my forties.   She's awesome.  And her awesomeness shines a spotlight of shame on my twenty-three soon to be twenty-four year old broken down so not awesome ass.  I should be able to run circles around her and I struggle to keep up.

Aye no no.  I'm a gonna do something about this.  Nothing crazy or stupid, but something.  

Bah I'll add another jounal entry later about something better and it'll be less whiney. :-) until then I'm getting my grub on.

 I have constant writer's block.  It started a few years ago and it's never really lifted.  I had and do on occasion still have these really fun concepts for stories and characters and I can get that bit out, but when it comes to developing it futher and creating multiple characters and a continuing story line that actually flows. . . .nothing. . . I hit a wall.  It's enraging really, I use to be so good at that. . .grr.  Ultimately that is what I hope this journal will help me with. . .Curing me of my writer's block.  I think that if I force myself or if I'm forced by Stacy to write in this beast on a regular basis it might crack open a window in my brain and let some fress air in.  Here's hoping.  

I've been in a weird mood lately.  I've been wanting to reconnect with the younger, slightly smaller me that lives in the happy corners of my mind.  I think that this mood been brought on by my upcoming birthday.  I want to get a fun group together and just have a ridiculous time at game works, have a pool party, beat the shit out of a pinata, run down the street with sparklers flailing wildly in my hands.  I feel a little doofy wanting my b-day to go down like that, but I'm tired of the usual dinner and night at the club.