21. Weather, running, consumption

Things are pretty tough in Missoula these days, let me tell you. There we were, enjoying a nice springy winter, getting excited about Dairy Queen and outdoor cinema and running around with no clothes on and all that, and then some jackass goes and jinxes the springtime and ruins everything. What a jerk! Whoever did it probably feels pretty stupid right now, pretty stupid and pretty cold. It was 10 degrees in my mailbox this morning, on Monday morning the windchill was seven below when I walked to work.

So instead of watching outdoor movies like I ought to be, I'm still going to indoor movie festivals. Dude, I've seen so many movies lately, dude. And films. The best one was about woodpeckers, but I missed the beginning and the end of that one. What I did see of it was super good and sometimes I dream about it (or so I'd like to have you believe). I've also seen movies and/or films about: twisting, easy riding, Wilco (♥), Italian virgins, animatronic restaurant bands, late '50s degenerate youth and the dangers of weak fathers and driving cars off cliffs, a house in Seattle, Frankenstein's monster's love life (so bad), and a barbershop.

In other news, I just discovered that I'm practically famous. True story! I'm in the slideshow of photos from 2008 on the Missoula Marathon website. I'm not the lady running across the Higgins Street bridge, I'm not the dude with the beard, I'm not the skinny guy winning the marathon, I'm not the people in the dark, I'm not the girl running by the river, I'm not running at all, actually. It's funny that I didn't discover this until eight months later - for two weeks after the race it was all I could think about and I kept going to the website and looking at the results, looking at pictures, writing about the race, talking about the race, thinking about the race, surreptitiously saving other people's photos onto my hard drive, etc. etc. etc. I saved the splits in my watch until, um, January, actually, when I had to clear the memory to make room for keeping track of all the dozens of laps I was doing in the rec center.

The training group has started! There are hundreds of us, it's fun. Problem: I can't breathe. I don't know what's going to happen.

QUARTERLY UPDATE, RESOLUTIONS (a few weeks early): Well done, I must say. For transparency I will report that I have imbibed of the drip coffee at work three (3) times, but those instances were minor, justified, and as follows: twice a small amount in my hot chocolate, and once a small amount to dilute my horrible horrible instant Cafe Au Crap (corn syrup solids so offend my delicate palate they make me want to brush my teeth, die, and barf).