ah, its been that day. possibly that week. and it was topped off with a horrendous technological disaster. after trying to sync my outlook calendar with my gcal, my gcal was wiped out. that’s right - wiped out. let’s be clear - i didn’t have just one calendar within gcal. i had multiple calendars that ran my life, it was like the most impressive robot personal assistant ever. imagine with me for a moment, if you will…an email reminder at 5am to let me know i should run some client reports that day…an entire calendar dedicated to my running and race schedule….text message reminders telling me to take my medicine. its a long and involved story, but suffice it to say that i don’t have any plans whatsoever for anytime after saturday. my schedule is wide open, because i never, ever had to remember anything outside of gcal.

so if i’m supposed to be somewhere, and i don’t show up, you may want to give me a ring.

also, i would like to predict that this is what life will be like after google completes their plan to overtake the world:

last week i went to seattle for a few days, got a cold, flew back in on friday night and got up early saturday to run a half marathon in the pouring rain which has resulted in 1. me spending 2:30:23 perfecting the art of snot rocketing 2. two disfigured toes 3. being able to cross half marathon off my to do list for 08.

no, that is not me trying to do a “cute pose”. i do not participate in such frivolity. i’m standing that way because i thought i had bloodied my foot in such a way that i was physically unable to put it on the ground at that point. and yet, the idea of doing this all over again in just six short weeks has actually crossed my mind. {enter interventionist}

and, contrary to popular belief and photo histories, there are instances when i’m running and both my feet leave the ground. yes, i passed both of those girls, as well as a few others on the homestretch, and i gloated. on the inside, of course. say what you will about height not having anything to do with running speed, but my stride is like 3x as long as those girls’ and in the end, big femurs won. just sayin.