My Legs Hurt
I’m well aware that walking actually utilizes different muscles than running, but it merits mentioning: my legs hurt.
It’s all been for a good cause, though, that of finding my first apartment in five years. However, the fact that walking, and not running, gives me a parody of shin splints makes my mouth twist into a bitter smile. After all, you would think that all this running would make me an excellent walker, but of course that’s not the case. If I were to ever join in on a 39-mile or 60-mile walk for breast cancer, I’d need to train seriously, not just assume that I could endure it since I’m a runner. Arrogance would be my downfall.
But like I said, all for a good cause as I try to find living quarters in the–ta-da–Washington, D.C. metro area. Oh, what a reveal, huh? Like all five of you who read this blog didn’t know that already. Why, by saying the number five, I think I’m embellishing a bit.
But anyway, I guess I’m in the process of becoming a DCer . . . DCist? Um . . . DC-hanger on? Um . . .
I’ll get back to everyone on that one.
So did you find an apartment?
Yes, m’dear, I believe I did!
Please don’t trash it when you visit. :)
Heh, heh, I’ll bring the crayons.
Is it the studio you mentioned in your e-mail?
No, it’s another one–still a studio, but a different building and a bit bigger. It’s much more apartment-like than studio-like (meaning, more than a box).
Do I have to set ground rules? No crayons, not even if you’re drawing cute puppies.
Aww, no fair. You’re a meanie.
I can’t wait to see pictures of it. When are you moving in?