Get your ass a'movin

I have not run since-last summer. Got involved with school and work and fam. Figured that the ideal time for me to run is at 5:30 AM (yeh, like I can get out of bed at that time) and so...here I am; losing tone in the places that say, "Hi, my name is Liz-I don't excercise and I'm gaining extra thighs." One side effect that I do not mind is slightly fuller breasts, but I can fix that once I make something like $36K/yr. :)

Anyways. I thought that I'd find a great motivation in signing up for the Clackamas River Run-Off, but even that is hard to pull out of my ass. The other day I was thinking that I'd maybe try just the duathlon because Liorah said that she didn't think she could do it this year because of soccer. For just a brief moment I thought to myself that I'd call Jon and see if he'd compete against me, just for kicks. When out of my mouth I uttered, "F^#& You!" as I remembered that he isn't around to ask. Since that day I've been a "Oscar the Grouch", and I even live in a garbage can. ;)

Cripes. If I had a moment like that way over here in ND, what is it like for Liorah, Cindy, and Andy? Who had seen him almost every single day, or at least spoke to him every day by phone or note? Or what is it like for my parents' who might forget for a moment and wonder when Jon is going to get back to Lebanon and see them? And then to remember. Ouch!

July 15th is the Clackamas River Run-Off. Can I get my body in shape in time to do it? Can I get my damn head off my pillow is the the bigger and bolder question?

PS
I saw a video of Liorah, Jolene, and I on a backpacking trip and I thought, "Oh, wouldn't it be nice to run along the Eagle Creek trail, or to challenge myself to run up Ruckle Creek Ridge?! Where I can than sit at the little creek at the top and breathe in the silence while the sweat dries to my skin and the legs stop their quivering. Wouldn't it be lover-ly? *I'd probably die of a heart attack, or from asthma, before I conquered Ruckle Creek Ridge*

Adios.