I'm doing 12 things
hope and pray for the abolition of the Orange Banner of Doom and celebrate when it finally goes (read all 7 entries…)
I shall not miss you.
PARTY!
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1. feed the beast in me and give her room to roam
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2. admit what I really want
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3. create an outer style that is a true reflection of me
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4. abandon all of my goals and just live
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6. support my parents with love, respect, patience, and humor
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7. develop my intuition
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8. are you [curseword] kidding me?!
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9. Do the Couch to 5k running plan
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10. At the beginning of each month in 2012, review my resolutions for the year
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11. control my spending
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12. Pledge NOT to like, tweet or share anyone on 43T!
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How I did it
It made me
astonishedgrateful 
How I did it: I started writing poems on April 1, 2008. I posted them here because I've found such a supportive, smart, generous community and knew there were other wordsmiths here who might be encouraged by my example. This goal, started by the wonderful Flirt, blew me away. Totally unexpected and one of the most, perhaps The Most amazing gift I've ever received. [Someone check the grammar of that last sentence. I'm tired and...wait! I'm a poet. … Read how I did it…
It made me
free
How I did it: I found a therapist on the EMDR Institute website. Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprogramming is useful for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and for taking intellectual statements such as, "I know I'm worth more" or "I did the best I could" and turning them into gut-level realization. These sessions were terrifying in that I willingly returned to full force flashbacks of the trauma caused by my marriage and my husband's suicide, yet by … Read how I did it…
It made me
clothed
How I did it: Realizing that alteration, like change, has to come from within, I began a series of deep searching conversations with a strapless vintage black lace and satin dress about why it was time to release the broken boning and make a bold step to recognize it deserved new boning so that it could fully actualize itself as a maid of honor dress. With its full consent, I took it to a specialty tailor and paid the grand total of $25 for five new bo… Read how I did it…
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Recent entries
Week 4, Run 3 was a disaster. I had gotten in at 1am the morning before and eaten far too little that day. I also had a bit of a stomach bug. I could barely lift my feet and was seriously scoping out places to puke in the last interval. But I made it.
I did W5R1 this morning and it went much better. The first five minutes were rough, but somewhere in interval two, I figured out how to land mid-foot and that changed things. I had so much more bounce going into each step and my shins didn’t hurt at all. I’m still nervous about the eight minute runs on Wednesday and the dreaded 20 minute run on Friday, but I’m proud of not missing a day so far. The ten minutes of stretching after each run has really increased my flexibility, too. (Mr. Yes discovered that, most deliciously.)
I’ve been running very very slowly, often more slowly than I could walk, but today I passed another slow jogger in the second interval. That was a nice boost. I’m still huffing and puffing a lot, but I don’t have the same painful lung burn I did in the first two weeks. I’d love to find a track and see how far I’m running.
It must be horribly boring to read about someone running. So, um, I ran again. I’m just going to put this in black and white, even though I barely qualify as a jogger: I like running. It’s hard, but it gives me a smiley lift. When I get back to my building and am stretching on the front stairs, I feel amazingly good, even when it’s cold and rainy.
I do the last run of Week 4 tomorrow. I finally trust the program and my body’s ability to adjust to increased time and distance. I’m not anxiously checking to see what’s coming up anymore.
