Dixie Chicken or Tennesee Lamb?

"If you'll be my dixie chicken, i'll be your tennessee lamb, and we can walk together, down in dixie land" Little Feat "Dixie Chicken" I have a version of DMB singing Crash (on live at chicago, disc 2) where that sweet dave voice says this at the end.

Using it: I used to ask people if the would be a dixie chicken or a tennesee lamb, just because i think it's funny. Which would you be?

And now, a brief recount of my run on Sunday. It was long, it was hot, and I ate a cliff shot.

ok. that's it.

just kidding. you thought you were going to get away with just that. HA. So here's why I think the run was good:
1. I ran for 65 minutes, and when I stopped, the world did not end
2. ummm...

Here's why I think the run sucked:
1. I ate a half buffalo chicken roll up for breakfast/lunch around 11:30, and the rest of it around 3:30
2. I ate my first cliff shot - something berry like. it wasn't as bad as I thought, but combined with the buffalo chicken and the water needed to drink to not get cliff shot induced stomach issues, i felt like I was carrying around about 50 extra pounds.
3. I am bored of my running playlist on Joe (the ipod!)
4. I put lead weights in my shoes, to make it more of a challenge.
5. I had spent the day cleaning out my closet, and that just sucks.

Ok. So I didn't put lead weights in my shoes, but it sure as heck felt like it. The strange thing is that I am oddly proud of the run (is that a sin?) It sucked, and my feet felt like flat pancakes, and there was berry goo mixing with spicy chicken and water in my bloated tummy, but I just bit it back, and ran.

Monday I cut down a lot of bamboo brush, and tuesday was another 35 minutes of running. I even caught up on the food log! Tonight: another hour of running, perhaps a different route, with a new playlist (or none at all!!).

Check out the new rundown here. It's great with a lot of exciting links!

Warning: posting over the next two weeks will be sporadic, as i'm an event planner with a lot of events this month!

oh, and the suspense has been long enough, I'd be a dixie chicken. no way would I ever qualify for lamb status. off to read how Naomi did on her half marathon!