The Impossible Dream

The boyfriend's family and I are training for the Disney Half-marathon in January. I've actually made progress. I'm stronger and feel better. Fortune smiled upon me and got my plane ticket for me since we're in a rather dicey financial situation.

I had a job interview recently, and I wore a suit that I haven't been slim enough to wear for 6 years. That was a huge ego trip. I was talking to some coworkers about how just about every woman I know has an "Impossible Dream" section of their closet which has some outfits from a more slender time. It's so nice to be able to put it on. It doesn't quite fit the way it did, but I can zip up the pants.

We're also signed up for our first race in August, so I'm getting nervous. It's a 5k, so nothing too challenging. I want to do well to use this as a moral springboard. I know it's a no pressure situation, but I still want to use it to build on. In November, we have the annual Half and Full Marathons here in the city we are thinking of doing. That is more to do a time trial to see where we stand and if we need to speed up in order not to be swept in Disney World.

It still amazes me to see how far I've come with this challenge. If you would've asked me a year ago if I would ever consider running a sport for me, I would've said no. But it has been amazing. I have a great support system in Nick and his family since they're doing it right along with me.

Duck Tour

Sunday, Nick, his family and I went to Boston on a duck tour. Duck Tours are these awesome little tours where they toss you into a 'duck,' a 4 wheel drive vehical that go on water and land. So we pack into the duck, since they were not designed for people over five feet and go around Boston. I got to see several historical parts of Boston I've never seen, including the old North Church. I am a serious history nut. So when you have our tour guide going "This is where this important event in our nation's history happened" I am going "That's so COOL."

When we went into the water the first time, it was so scary. Usually, I'm the calm, collected one, but when I saw that water hurtling up at me, the water level was about six to eight inches from overflowing into our duck, and listing to my side, I started to panic. Nick's mom looked back at us from the opposite side with an "Oh, shit" look. I'm sure having me looking like a cat trying to avoid being dunked in the tub didn't help. But it leveled out.

They also let people drive the duck when we were in the Charles. I really wanted to drive it, since I'm not good on land, much better in water. My grandma had a boat when I was younger and would let me drive it around the Mighty Mississippi. Out there, you'd have to work at it to hit something.

I also learned that Reagan vetoed the 'Big Dig' bill since he saw it as pork barrel politics. I wonder what he would've thought with the final bill of it.