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Walked. Ran. Walked. Ran. Walked. Ran.
That’s 2.5 miles running. Not in a row, but it’s a new record. The 5k is less than two weeks away. So here goes nothing.
Amara found this awesome site, tracking local runs. After some clicking through, I managed to find a map of the route. Pretty cool.
Gig Harbor.
Gig Harbor. Gig Harbor. Gig Harbor.
It’s a harbor of gigs. Gig Harbor. You know, GIG Harbor. Where’s Gig Harbor? It’s Gig Harbor! You live in Gig Harbor? I live in Gig Harbor! Let’s go to Gig Harbor. What’s in Gig Harbor? Everything is in Gig Harbor.
You know how if you repeat a word often enough, it becomes gibberish? Road. Road. Road. Road. Roh-add. Get our your learnin’ hat: Semantic_satiation!
This is impossible for Gig Harbor.
I beat the system. Gig Harbor.
We went to my parents’ house for the traditional Easter brunch, which is usually the most delicious meal of the year. Usually, because this year we were all vegetarians! That didn’t stop Mom from making bacon, ham, AND sausage, despite saying she’d only make the ham.
I got to play cribbage with Dad, only losing two out of three. One game I was one point away from being skunked. Then Louis and we played some Boggle. Love me some Boggle.
The thing is, Amara and I were the only guests to show up! So there was only us, Louis, and my parents. Unheard of. Oh wait! Phyllis and Jay and their grandson stopped by for half an hour. They left after Jay lost twice, one being a skunk.
Went home, played some Boggle on the roof (70 degree day!), played Dominion with Jessica and Jin, and watched them eat Chinese food. We visited Amara’s parents at night. They’re funny people. I noticed while listening to them speak Khmer that I actually missed hearing it.
It was a full day.
I haven’t been able to break two miles running. I’m supposed to be at 2.5 miles by now. While the 5k is on April 13th, which is a Saturday, I’ll probably be working and miss it. There’s the Ruston Way 5k the following Saturday, but nobody can figure out what the $30 goes towards. I’m sure there’ll be more following.
We played four games of Dominion last night. So fun we missed out on running at the Y :/
Movies like this make me mad. $200 million budget, and they can’t get anywhere near a decent script?
Worst action scene: when Oz and Glinda were running away from who knows what, they crested a hill, screaming like it was a giant cliff they were falling over. The camera catches up to them, and it turns out they were just running down the other side of the hill.
Worst line: “Okay, we’ll avoid the poppy fields. Or not.”
Line that had the most potential but they fucked it up anyways: Wicked Witch: “Where’s your bubbles now, Glinda?” Glinda: “They’re just for show.” And then they fly up and battle. They could’ve made Oz say that line elsewhere in the movie. It would have been a great callback. Did they? No. It was as if each scene was created in a vacuum, oblivious to everything else.
Worst reference: The Wicked Witch’s laugh. Did she think something was funny? Why all the laughter? She was supposed to be love stricken, not finding joy in her wicked ways. I don’t get why they could use the laugh from the original movie, but not the mole or the skin color. Stupid laws.
Things that didn’t make sense: The baboon chase in the beginning of the movie. Aforementioned witch laugh. Oz trusting Glinda out of nowhere. Glinda living in a cemetery. The protective bubble that prevents evil from breaking through being broken by evil. The wizard faking his death to the chimp and munchkin, who were let in on the plan immediately after said death. I could go on.
Also, I’d like to mention a special “Fuck you” to the wizard for interrupting the munchkins’ song and dance. Your character up to this point had been inconsistent, uncharismatic, and just a giant waste of space. Let the munchkins do their thing. You weren’t going to be any more entertaining.
The ending was okay. But screw this movie.
Vince is visiting for a week, so I invited him and Louis over for dinner. Jess came over as well. We got to play Pandemic, and against all odds (and mismanaging the setup) we beat hard mode with four players! The board was covered in dice by the end, but we squeaked by, if only just barely.
Then came the Resistance games. MVP: Louis. For flubbing the first game as spy, being my spy teammate in the second game and winning, and then being convinced me and Jess were Resistance members in the third game, when we were in actuality the spies. In case you were wondering, that was three wins for me! Booya.
In the five player game, you have to have two missions of two players each. In separate games, I went head to head with Resistance members as a spy, and twice I failed the mission. So they were 100% sure I was spy. You would think it would be over for me, but I yelled louder than anyone else, and successfully convinced the rest of the group that they were the spy. Can’t believe that worked. Poor Jess and Amara.
Then we played Bang!, the western hidden role game. Vince the Sheriff managed to blow himself up with the dynamite that he played, dieing first and securing an easy win for the outlaws. Thems the breaks I guess.
That night, I dreamt that we were still playing Resistance. It was a very unfulfilling sleep.
New game idea: F2P MMO (overbloated already!) in which all cosmetic items are free, but the gameplay is going to cost you. You can /walk, /talk, and /attack, but anything else costs real-world money. /jump is $1. Special attacks are $3 apiece. $20 to fly. Dungeons, lands, weapon proficiencies. Money, money, money. Because why should the people who like to look pretty front the costs of everything?
Yesterday we had to rush, so I ran one mile as fast as I could. I think it took 10 minutes. That’s probably bad. Then I walked one lap (one mile is 16 laps), and jogged for four more. Well short of my plan of jogging 1.5 miles straight.
But tonight, I jogged (albeit slowly) TWO miles without walking! My ears were purple.
Started at 22 minutes. First mile ended at 33 min. Second mile ended at 45 min.
Mile 1: 11 minutes
Mile 2: 12 minutes
Hurray? According to this, I run like a 45-year-old!
Walked/ran three whole miles along the waterfront today for the first time! Went with Amara and Jin. We celebrated at Puget Sound Pizza. Pesto pie. It was St. Patrick’s Day, so I had a root beer. It makes sense, okay?