Here We Go Again

After much searching and frustration I have finally joined a gym. I am convinced that the gym selection in Kansas City is worse than any city I have lived in before. But, after weighing my options I decided on the YMCA.

Believe me, the outside is much prettier than the inside. And the actual name of this YMCA is the "Paul Henson Family YMCA." Yes, the family word is present. I was obviously short on options.

And so the training begins for the Hospital Hill half marathon on June 6th. This is your official warning as I will no doubt be complaining about every single ache and pain that I encounter. 2 hours 15 minutes is my current goal. We'll see if that has to be adjusted due to injury.

Below is a pic from Woodside Racquet club, the gym that I wanted to join. But, I decided to save $3o a month and spend it on a Netflix subscription and alcohol. Besides, I don't need special tasty water and attractive people. I'll take the old folks and screaming children at the YMCA. Damn it.

Happy 2009, Bitches

Apparently now is the time of year when I'm supposed to be making all of these resolutions for 2009. I was thinking about this today and trying to come up with some interesting ones so I could blog about them. This was mostly because I have no content here yet and I don't really want to link people to a site full of nothing. So I was really trying to think of something meaningful.

Then I realized that I'm just not your resolutions type of girl. When I decide to do something I just do it. I don't need this extra step of writing my goals out out before I start. Extra steps annoy me.

So friends, I apologize that I won't be providing you with a sappy little list of my dreams and aspirations. Instead, enjoy this list of some of my spot on decisions from 2008:

1. Decided to buy a house. Bought a fantastic little number just for me and my Bella.

2. Realized that I was unhappy and had been for about two years. Promptly removed myself from soul sucking meaningless relationship and found nearly instant happiness.

3. Saw a friend run 13.1 miles. Got inspired and proved to myself that I could as well.

4. Dreamed of pastry school so I took a culinary class to wet my feet. Not bad, not bad at all.

5. Recognized that my hang ups were causing my family pain. Renegotiated my definition of family and attempted to roll with the punches. Even though those punches included two identical little people full of energy and annoyances.

6. Continued my commitment to friendship by spending money I didn't have on trips to see my lovely soulmates. Always a good decision.