morgi3: 1-2-Buckle My Sneaker

I came in my room around 1am after finishing up 2 24 episodes with Mom and Dad. I discovered this waiting for me on my pillow.

I had to laugh for a few reasons.

Because Chandler writes exactly the same way she talks. "So, like, yea.....nite."
I had just been thinking that day that "we really should start running again." Ha. We were apparently thinking the same things that day.
Lastly, I laughed because it was 1am and she wants me to bright and spunky at 8:00. HA!

Oook. Positivity set in (and my dearest-best-sister side;) though and I went to bed quickly with an alarm ready to blow at, 7:45 A.M.!

~7:45, that morning~

*Beep. Beep. Beep.*

"These Events Occur In Real Time."

;)

*Buuuzzz, wha wha wha waaaaaaa, beep!*

What is that sound?!

Did I set my touch to the "Robot" alarm?? Why? Yes, it was 1am but, Robot? It was first in my dream that there was this annoying buzzing and beeping star wars meets Wall-E noise, and it would not stop. Then I thought it was Taylor's ipod and I couldn't grasp why she wasn't getting up and throwing that noise across the room. Then I heard Taylor groan, "Mooooorgan. Can you PLEASE turn that off?!"

Oh. Oh yea. That was mine. Heh. Oops. "Why did I set my alarm anyway? Why??", I wondered as I unlocked my ipod and then dropped back into slumber.

*Knock, KnOck, KNOCK*

*Moaning*

"Who is it?"

"Me"

The voice was Chandler.

"Are you going running?"

Oh! Ohhhh that's why the Robot went a rantin' at this time......oh.

Any motive I had last night to run, was totally, gone.

"Do we, ya know....really have to go?" I asked, eyes still begging to rest longer.

She huffed.

I began to drift into sleep again. I stopped though. I had the feeling I was being watched. I opened my eyes and, yup. There was Chandler. All dressed in her workout outfit, a slight desperation look on her face, watching me lazily doze off.

"Ok. I'll be down in a minute."

She left, satisfied no doubt.

I got my own "let's get spunky" outfit. I nicely put these on

(Not spick-n-span I would just like to point out;)

and located these to strap on my wrists.(I need heavier ones;)

I grabbed my Robot disturbance device and put together a running playlist. I was now awake and feeling good about going. We ate some breakfast, hydrated, stretched, and burst out the door. Ready. Let's do this! Oh, it was hot. So hot. But, when I run, I am so determined. I set visible and mental goals and accomplish them. I refuse to return home unaccomplished. Yea, psh, I'm kinda unstoppable.

(Thank you Rascal Flatts;)

I beat it all out on the last downhill stretch, racing Chandler to Home. I reached home happy, exhausted, and, ya know, 1st. And....I always have this one street that likes to see all you have, and take it! I not only conquered that street but, I ran the whole thing, up and down, refusing to give into it's cruelness of failure. Yup, I was very pleased with the run that day. I am very pleased for Chandler getting us out there, and yes, I'll give some pleasure to the demon Robot. He did get me up mostly. Buzzing and beeping, "You. HAVE TO GO RUNNING! You. HAVE TO GO RUNNING!"

Oh......

Tuesday, we went running. But, I had to set the goals a tad below that high bar. Why?!

Since Sunday, I have consumed about the equivalent of 2 full meals. I believe I'm fighting something because, I'm literally starving. Starving, but can not imagine eating anything. I have zip appetite. It's kinda, horrible. I have been suspiciously frowned upon at first word of this as "Anorexia" slivers through their minds. Which was expected, but I promised, I was not going there. This, this starving thing, is not enjoyable. Me, I, do not enjoy this.

Starving. I'm starving as I write this. I had to force something down the other day due to me shaking and suddenly needing a nap. But yes, crazy me, went running that Tuesday morning. The lack of nutrition showed when that blasted street, conquered me. I just couldn't do it. I was too, weak really. But just you wait you, you.....(I need to get the name of that street).....you street! When I have recovered you just won't know what successful slap just whizzed up your pavement! Ha!

(You'll only see this part of my sneakers! HA!)