Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I ran 2 miles today and I was a sweaty mess. I can normally run 3 miles without problems, but somehow I just couldn’t muster the energy. I’ve only run 3 times in the last 10 days and a total of 8 miles. This is ridiculous.

Now I’m down in the dumps. I feel like my body can’t handle it. how am I ever going to run a 10k in 10 weeks if I can only run 2 miles!

Also, I went partying this weekend with Gianni and friends at Lizard Lounge and Cobalt and realized that I have really been neglecting my duties as a friend and straight-girl ambassador to the gay community. I had an absolute BLAST, ran into a million old friends and realized that there are some places still left in DC where the music is worth dancing to!

Thirdly, my workload is increasing dramatically–to Feminist Majority proportions-ish–and I have to cut something out of my life…

As of today, I resign my heterosexual duties of dating and meeting guys.  It’s either gym or Jim, and I choose the Washington Sports Club and Wendy’s gym. Fuck it. I’m not ready to date. I don’t have time and I’m really letting myself go in the health department. I have been eating really well, but I just haven’t been exercising and that’s really upsetting.

I’m actually so upset about the exercise situation that if I don’t exercise in the morning (which I haven’t done in a LONG time) then I will force myself to exercise at night, regardless of when I come home from work. Partying be damned!

Oh and one more thing: FUCK! Somehow, it’s 1 in the morning and I’m wide awake. I’ll be up at 5 tomorrow morning, like fucking clock-work. Wendy, pass the ambien…

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