tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post8228893638510263172..comments2023-09-04T04:42:49.380-05:00Comments on The Chicago Chronicles: Running? Fleeing?JChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02031088973944663332noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-2301560196962662612012-07-18T10:27:20.073-05:002012-07-18T10:27:20.073-05:00Oh yes. An Elvis Lives 5K would be completely and ...Oh yes. An Elvis Lives 5K would be completely and thoroughly worth the effort, especially if you get all dolled up like Elvis. Please do! And if it is somewhere on a decent train line. I prefer to get places on trains, eh.<br /><br />Okay. Chickens (I mean children) awake. I gotta fly.karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428202747324083680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-72351862738041095812012-06-24T23:18:08.604-05:002012-06-24T23:18:08.604-05:00"yep, I am right there with you feeling disjo..."yep, I am right there with you feeling disjointed, like the friends I have are not really people I belong with, but not entirely sure if there exists a subgroup for me. How many of us are there? I worry about that."<br /><br /><br />Oh My God. Exactly.<br /><br />"despite my former eating disorder I sort of have a reverse body dysmorphia that only doesn't work when I see pictures of myself in the wrong clothes "<br /><br />Funny you should say that _- I hve the same issue, Despite a lifetime if always, ALWAYS lookgin amy myself critically, I now seem unable to see me in the mirror as anything but normal. then I see photos and it's as though someone's played a trick on me, changed all the mirrors. Only lately have I truly believed that it's OK to just be who I am and look like I do.<br /><br />I'm not running girl, either, believe it or not. Well, I've never really been. I love my bike like The lone Ranger loved Silver. I think the running thing is a sort of personal quest. I just discovered that the Elvis LIves! 5K is on my birthday (also the day of his death). I'm thinking it would be a great way to celebrate my last year before 50....JChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02031088973944663332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-31957935964201498372012-06-23T01:18:36.803-05:002012-06-23T01:18:36.803-05:00Okey. So this is how allergic to the whole running...Okey. So this is how allergic to the whole running thing I am: I commented first, then read. Ahem. I suck right now, I know, but I will sort-of redeem myself in a private message. I promise.<br /><br />About this post, yup, yep, I am right there with you feeling disjointed, like the friends I have are not really people I belong with, but not entirely sure if there exists a subgroup for me. How many of us are there? I worry about that.<br /><br />I have a very very different build than yours, from what I can see. Big boobs, thighs, feet, butt. Mostly I don't have a problem with it, despite my former eating disorder I sort of have a reverse body dysmorphia that only doesn't work when I see pictures of myself in the wrong clothes (always my favourites, of course) and suck my breath in through my teeth loudly. I am a bike girl.<br /><br />I don't like the collision with the pavement, and there may be scientific reasons that I need to respect about that, like some new bone burrs on places that I may have irritated.<br /><br />But I love your exploration of your place. I know this has a one-woman show to it, but it would be better if it were a two women show, mostly monologues, but sometimes the monologues lead into dialogue ... two very different women. A fringe thing.<br /><br />Uh ... I may or may not have seen a play tonight. You guess. Then I walked home in my stilettos, in a lovely downpour. I probably needed all of that except the shoes. *grin*<br /><br />Funny, some of my nieces and nephews are a part of that generation of which you speak. Some are ruining it, some of them are freaking awesome.<br /><br />K. Going to bed ... "early".karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428202747324083680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8313642679904009040.post-39085781613746205502012-06-23T01:09:21.492-05:002012-06-23T01:09:21.492-05:00er ... I don't run but I love you anyway. I on...er ... I don't run but I love you anyway. I only run in stiletto heels to catch the last bus home. Other than that, nope, nahah, nevah. <3karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428202747324083680noreply@blogger.com