The Entire Gamut

• Giddy. For a weekend. That started with a low-key, Friday night Happy Hour with co-workers.
• Amused. That drinks at “The Jack” continued with dinner at Hooters.
• Surprised. Over why The Homeowner called after two months of silence.
• Puzzled. Over why he didn't leave a message.
• Excited. That I went to bed at 11PM on a Friday night after doing some laundry and cleaning my room.
• Anxious. For that Saturday morning 18-miler out in Marin. With The Latest, who KT has been talking up for months, now.
• Stiff. From 4 miles on trails followed by 14 miles on the road with only one packet of Gu.
• Stuffed. From a fantastic brunch at Dipsea Café.
• Smiley. Over our conversations during the drive back into the city.
• Relaxed. Because of an afternoon spent napping and watching television.
• Hesitant. About hanging out with The Architect.
• Confident. Due to my amazing Saturday night skinny jeans.
• Good. Because The Architect is OK with not meeting up.
• Fabulous. Because The Latest was awesome and we hung out all night.
• Drunk. From that unnecessary last drink.
• Wet. From the hot tub.
• Cold. Because the Hot Tub turned out to be the Tepid Tub.
• Disappointed. That he has a girlfriend.
• Incredulous. That he didn’t tell me until our lips were just about to touch.
• Tired. Because holy shit it was 5 in the morning by the time we got home.
• Giggly. To wake up, at 12:30 PM, look down, and see myself still fully clothed from the night before.
• Peppy. At first, upon convening with the roommates to re-live the previous evening’s misadventures.
• Hurting. From the run, the liquor, and the diss from The Latest.
• Pissed. At the crappy $15 breakfast.
• Pleased. At the last-minute decision to get Gelato for dessert.
• Sorry. That I forgot I was supposed to hang out with The Big Brother.
• Content. To have spent the majority of Sunday in my bed and on the phone with some of my best friends and family.
• Elated. To hear their appreciation and love for my ridiculous misadventures.
• Antsy. For The Sopranos and Grey’s Anatomy.
• Sad. When the shows were over and it was time for bed.
• Reluctant. To get out of bed this morning for 7 tempo miles.
• Guilty. Of re-setting the alarm clock and getting back in bed.
• Devoted. To this damn marathon, and so I got out of bed and laced up.
• Starving. From 7 miles in 59:40.
• Irritated. That I need to go to the grocery store AGAIN.
• Angry. At the $35 parking ticket I got for forgetting to curb my wheels.
• Dragging. Through this never ending Monday.
• Bitter. That work is so slow.
• Sneaky. And getting the hell out of here. Now.