X-mas Cards?

I have the stamps.  I have the cards.  And I'm ready to run out of generic sign offs for your chimney or desk X-mas display.

No, still haven't written the race report yet hence why I'm a sucky blogger.  I'm more task crazy these last few days with moving and since I'm moving, I just want to give everyone a heads up I'll have a new address for the X-mas card snail mail list.  Want a card?  DM me!  If any of you have a new address since last year let me know, too. 

If you happen to get a card from me and notice it's the same card as last year, I apologize deeply and truly.  I can't remember what I sent and I seem to be attracted to the same artists and layouts (Edward Gorey, Japanese landscapes, animals that remind me of Pocky). 

Still working on the race blog

 In the meantime, race pics are up and, um, I never pay for those suckers usually because I look like I'm in pain.  This time, I'm smiling in a great number of them! But now there's a different problem.

So . . . um, yes.  It's almost 80 degrees and my nipples are quite at attention. 

But you can see on my head the Pink Visor of Vicarious Speed and the Multicolored Braided Pony-O of Borrowed Determination and Focus borrowed from my friend's niece who jumped in to yell beside me in this pic. 

I run happy.  The pic on the left was at the beginning, the one on the right is at the finish.  Even if you're in pain, it's time to smile.  CHEEEEEEEEEESE!!!!

Hair Monster in San Antonio

I'm still recovering and I'll get a post up about Beatifulwolf and Buyit soon.  I was sent a bunch of pics from Wolf and Buyit posted a story about her walk/running experience this go around (and a small section about meeting me and my friends) below in the link.  Give her some clicky lurve! 

http://voices.mysanantonio.com/rocknroll/2009/11/rocking-and-rolling-09-edition.html

This is what happened to my hair when I let my friend's niece, an anime fan, have free reign over styling.  She also chose what she wanted me to wear.  I stopped short of make-up which I normally don't wear.  I guess she's never seen a chubby Asian.  She kept asking about my bra size and how much I weighed (depending on the time of the month, 34-36D, 130lb which is still a lot for 4'11").  My motto of coping with being a live manequin for the day, "I'm in San Antonio and nobody knows me so feel free to play with my hair."  I look and feel 40 most of the year so sure.  Go for it.

This is also how I looked when I greeted Beautifulwolf - both photos were taken by her.  Give her a clicky, too!!

My feet were already hurting that morning from touring the day before so I left the house not realizing I was wearing slippers.  We stopped by the mall near the Alamo and hung out at Brookstone while waiting for one of my running pals to get presents for her folks.  There was this vibrating . . . thing . . . exerciser.  Anyway, I was standing on it, trying to balance on one leg while holding onto some ropes.  It's a hair monster, y'all.  Complete with chubby cheeks, chubby tummy and arms.  My legs, however, are solid as tree trunks.

My hair didn't look like this for the race.  It had multi-colored braids and feathers in the ponytail.  I was wearing the Pink Visor of Vicarious Speed.  The Ken Combs running hat I wrote about the other day became The Flaming Banana Hat of Destiny.  I let my friend's niece keep it.  The girl runs a 10k in 30 minutes, 7 miles in 36.  Her mother ran track and swam in college and her cousin is training for swimming, hoping to qualify for the Olympics. 

HOME!

Marathon Waiting

Figures.

Here I am at work, my flight leaves in hours and I'm still waiting on the "OK" from above for the publication of my internal report.  I have my Mental Floss magazine, a Charlaine Harris novel, my mp3 player loaded with episodes of Wait Wait Don't Tell Me and phone numbers of a couple of Xangans I am excited to meet this weekend:  Beautifulwolf, probably one of the most postive energy spreading people I've met online or in real lifre EVER and Buyit, a poster I've only subbed in the last few months but felt great rapport/sarcasm/panic attacks with or at instantly. 

It'll take forever (a long layover in Chicago) but me and my little gang are ready for some San Antonio running, music, food and beer!  During the race it'll be running, music, Gu and maybe some beer and hopefully a big tub of clean ice soon after.  Texas, get ready for a Kentucky Redneck Hairpull!