KATE

i want to quit my job so i can play the piano, do jiu jitsu, and read all the time.

time to get things rolling

I think I want to compete in December.  This means a few things:

A huge diet change, complete with lots of protein and shakes.

Training at least six days a week!  If I can, training twice a day.

Running at least three times a week, I’d like to be able to run 10 miles without stopping and/or dying.

Gaining at least 5-10lbs of muscle, and having the strength to maneuver a much larger person around somewhat easily.

TECHNIQUE TECHNIQUE TECHNIQUE.  I CANNOT be sloppy!

I’ve never competed in something where it’s just me.  This is going to be stressful.

i really need to change my habits.

Sometimes I feel like the only certainty in uncertainty is the huge risk of fucking everything up.  Why does it have to be such a probable outcome?  Even if it’s a 51% chance, that’s still 1% more than I can handle for my own peace of mind.

I am pretty annoyed with myself that I left my camera in Philly.  By pretty I mean very.

Speaking of trips I find it very depressing that I haven’t been to the beach this year.  That may be the one huge flaw about DC, the general lack of clean water for swimming.  I am fairly convinced that the Potomac is full of hepatitis and dead people.  I am not exaggerating, they fish bodies out of that river quite regularly, and all you need to do is take a quick look at Southeast for the hepatitis to make since. Regardless, I kind of want to visit my mother and spend some time with her and do nothing but sit on the beach for a few days with some books.  Nothing really sounds better right now.

I wish I had some photos to post… hmph.

I’m really happy with how training is going, i feel more confident every day and i get the verbal reassurance from some of the best in the sport that i am looking great and working hard.  i don’t think anything has made me so happy in a very long time.

yesterday i had one of the best days i’ve had in a long time.  you know, one of those days that was so much fun naturally and easily that you don’t think you’ll have one again.

oh, right. i forgot i had this.

Buck, one of my best friends who I have known since we were 14 and 16, is visiting with his new girlfriend Erica who doesn’t seem to suck in any way at all.  This is particularly exciting since Erica could only prove herself to be crazier than Old Girlfriend by maybe running naked through the streets while setting herself on fire.  

Our lease is up at the end of September and I think we are going to try to move into Old Town.  I’ve been finding some adorable townhouses built around 1780-1890ish that are for rent (and only about $1600-2300/month which is AWESOME) and I am super excited because I am a ginormous nerd and I want to live in the oldest, creepiest house I can find.  I don’t think there is anything I love more than some very old, very crooked and creaky stairs.  I can never quite convey to Eric how bland I think modern architecture is, or how much I love when a house favors one side.  He most likely thinks I am crazy and that we are going to move into a total fire hazard with no central air conditioning.  Which, it is safe to say, we might.

hello there

I want to be on you.