It took me two hours and forty minutes to get home from work on friday. I managed to stay in fairly good spirits, though. I was even able to get a few things done. For instance, I plucked my eyebrows. Oh, calm down. It was like, pluck…pluck…pluck….move ahead one car length, come to a complete stop…pluck…pluck…pluck… etc. I was also able to give my hands a thorough lotioning and extensive nail file, while listening to two and a half episodes of This American Life. When it had already been an hour and I’d gone less than a mile, I decided to get off and hit the Whole Foods that is just off the highway for some quality treats. It was taking forever, my weekend was getting shorter by the minute, but at least I had snacks.
A friend of ours rented a screening room at a pub downtown over the weekend for his birthday and we watched Top Gun. It reminded me of the first time I saw it, in the theater, WITH MY DAD. I had chosen it for a dad/daughter outing because it seemed like a guy movie that he might enjoy, you know, plus cute boys. And thus, I was SCARRED FOR LIFE by the longest, most painful sex scene in the history of film. I swear to god, that thing lasts a half an hour. “….take my breath aaaa-waaaaay…,” tongues in silhouette… GAH. I’m all squirmy just thinking about it. I was recounting this charming tale to the nice couple sitting next to me that night, and I started to notice they were both smiling politely but with no hint of common experience. Then I remembered that the birthday boy was only turning 27, and these two looked kinda young. My story started trailing off as I said, “Are you guys too young to have seen this in the theater?”
“We were born in 1984,” they answered. Top Gun came out in 1986.
So! This weekend I’m doing a half marathon. Did you read that in a confident voice in your head? Good. I don’t want to set myself up for a poor result, but let’s just say I’m not quite as prepared as I would like to be. Before I went back to work, I was following a training schedule and totally rocking it, but um, not so much since. So, my goal is to finish. That’s all. I feel kind of funny about it all of a sudden. It’s not like me to be facing such a huge undertaking without having visualized every moment and planned for every outcome. I just downloaded race information today! I haven’t even thought about what I’ll wear. If any of you have any advice, as far as what to wear/pack/eat or anything else, let me know. I looked at three different forecasts until I found one I liked, which was partly cloudy. The others had the straight line rain. (cue sad trombone)
I just had a similar conversation with coworkers about Karate Kid. Yeah, the one that came out when I was 11 in 1984.
Oh yeah, I totally went with my parents to Threesome. You would think by the title that my parents or I woulda had a clue, but nooooooooo! Cringe to the nth degree.
I have totally had the oops, I am totally older than you discussion recently. Meh. With age comes wisdom, and my embarassment levels threshold is higher and higher.
Best of luck with the half! (And with the commute. gah. Evil Seattle area traffic)
Good luck with the half marathon Jenny! I hope the weather will be okay.
I went to a Storm game on Sunday, and in the program, it lists the players’ birthdates. This year’s rookies were born in 1988. I was in my senior year of high school, for the love of potatoes!
When do you think you’ll be at the finish line? I’d love to come and cheer you on!
xoxo
Sizz: I feel you, ister.
Serror: Shut UP! That is definitely worse. Can you laugh about it now?
Lucy: Thanks so much! The weather was perfect. Not too warm, no rain, not too cold.
Rona: Yeah, I’ve found it’s best not to look at the birthdates of the players at sporting events. I somehow missed it when professional athletes started being much younger than me, because it’s always surprising.