in 2002, i ran 255.25 miles in 43.45 hours, for an average pace of 10:13 per mile and a weight loss of about 9 pounds (two numbers which surprised me). 255.25 miles. that’s like running from my front door to tech, plus 5.25 miles! wow. all this running is good because last night i stuffed myself silly at a mexican restaurant. ohhhhhhh.
carter is the winner of the name-my-fish contest, as his name was chosen out of the grand total of three, yes three, submissions. (you people are slackers.) the winning name…drumroll, please…is viggo.
yes, viggo. it’s perfect! one, it reflects my recent fascination with viggo mortensen (aka aragorn from lord of the rings, if you are becca and only know the character names). two, i looked it up and it is of scandinavian origin, and sweden is in scandanavia, and i like sweden. three, it is a “short form of names containing the scandinavian element vig ‘war’.” a siamese fighting fish with a name that means war! i love it.
so carter wins my undying love and affection, but no hershey bar, cause he doesn’t like hershey bars. too bad.
i am sick. i blame rich. he came to work yesterday and announced that he’d had the flu over christmas right before he collapsed into a coughing spasm. last night after dinner, someone suddenly stabbed a knife into my throat, and every swallow was like swallowing needles, and last night i must have woken up like every 45 freaking minutes. but i’m at work because, well, if i were at home i’d just be sitting on my couch staring at the tv. i dunno. i think maybe i will go home in a little while if i don’t feel better. it’s not like i don’t have a bazillion sick hours or anything.
ironically, becca and irwin and i were just discussing sick hours last night at dinner, and how we never use them and wish they could be applied to our annual leave. perhaps the sick gods heard me.
i’m ready to go to france. nick has planned out practically my whole trip for me already, and every night ends with “then we eat well and sleep.” i am so amused.
