running, waxing, frohawks

Leave it to Oprah.

It took watching a (rerun) show about health and aging to sit back and take in the bones and skin and organs I've been given. And that I'm 20! Although I'm not in the best of shape, but at 20 I figure my body's is as close to bionic as it's ever going to get.

(Or maybe I'm just afraid of feeling old. Which means owning a home, kids, paying bills, just a general responsibility for my own welfare. My baby wallpaper only came down as of three weeks ago. Discuss.)

So, instead of waking up at my usual 2pm, or thereabouts, I set my alarm to 10AM so I can make myself some eggs and oatmeal and get my ass on the rickety treadmill downstairs.

Rickety. So old. It kind of smells up the house whenever you use it. Not a bad smell just an "Oh, what is th... Aliee ran today. Gotcha" kind of smell

And I do feel better!
I'm not one to obsess over my body image. Maybe that's a lie. But earlier this year, I got half naked a few feet away from the front row in ill fitting bra &panties, lit from above. All of my friends now know exactly where I'm dimply and to what extent and I've embraced it. My curves are sexy and kind of come with my spiffy double X twenty third chromosome. It was a birthday present from my Dad.
HOWEVER. I was inspired to get out and start running, for whatever reason, because some day I won't be able to run. True statement. I used to race my Sittoo from the car to the front doors of Shop Rite or Caldor when I was little and now - well, she's 86. I'm fearing that one day I'll look back to when I thought I wasn't in shape and realize that I'm younger than I thought possible and regret days when I didn't celebrate my body or appreciate it and use it (haha) to its fullest.

Sidenote: I put on my pandora radio for my half hour run and got a surprising amount of Yelle, a French artist a friend of mine introduced me to last year. It's kitchy and happy and made trudging away on my hamster wheel convayer belt all the more bearable.

My day was topped off with my waxist reminding me that she's so thankful for when she disobeyed her mother all the time to go out with friends or on dates or whatever. Then said something to the effect of "You're hot, why do you hide yourself?" in reaction to my lack of boyfriend gossip for the past two years I've been going to her. Wah-waaaaah. But the corwning moment of advice was "You got to get out with the girls and start playing those boys NOW while you still can," and that I have to start living now.

Always a helpful reminder :)

I ended my day assisting in the ceremonious shaving of my brother's head and watching KB's Love's Labours Lost. He's got a fro-hawk and it's amazing. And so, so so so so funny.
My brother, not Kenneth.

So, all in all? Not much happened today. Nothing too eventful, but my life is still sweet and I think that's something of significance

aliee

EDIT
What's also excellent? GNOTD's two new (registered) beautiful bloggers and two of my best friends, Alex and Kodi!