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I had a celebrity sighting this weekend. I walked right past Amanda Seyfried on Decatur. I have no idea what she was doing on Decatur. It was either her or her long lost twin. My main thought was that she had very pretty hair. I also got another e-mail from Ellen Emerson White, who confirmed that the next book in the President's Daughter series is coming out next year and that it's called Long May She Reign. Needless to say, I find this very exciting. This is going to be a tough week at work, but I refuse to think about that right now. Okay, weekend wrapup. On Friday night, I drove to my boyfriend's. Ate some takeout. I can't really remember. I think we went to bed early. We got up early on Saturday morning and headed to the race. I'd never been in town for this before, and it was fun. There were so many people out on the streets, and it was a sunny morning, and the city definitely felt alive. It's strange. It's hard to explain. I waited near the finish line and snapped a picture of my boyfriend, who did very well. Not as well as the Kenyan runners, who were seriously like nothing I'd ever seen. They ran so fast it looked like they were flying, like their feet weren't even touching the ground. Some of them ran 4.5-minute miles. How is that even possible? I have no idea. It was pretty amazing. We had a few snacks at the stadium after the race and headed home. We played Scrabble on the front porch and ate leftovers. Then we got sushi takeout and watched Broken Flowers, which was sort of interesting but slow. I passed out briefly during the Jessica Lange sequence. On Sunday morning, we had Easter brunch. We split some crawfish bisque, crawfish and goat cheese crepes, eggs benedict, and bread motherfucking pudding in ecstasy-flavored rum sauce. Yum. I spent a little bit of time with my family upon getting home. My parents were evidently so exhausted by (or uninterested in) my arrival that they fairly promptly retired for a nap. I visited with my brother and his girlfriend, and then I went grocery shopping. Then the girlfriend and I went on a walk with our dogs around the neighborhood. Mine walked through a few sprinklers, and we rescued a little brown cocker spaniel puppy who'd escaped from his yard. I've decided that in order to motivate myself to exercise, I need some structure. Upon my sister's encouragement, damn marathon runner that she is, I've decided to start a 5K training program. It's one for people who don't run, at all, ever, and gradually works you up to actually running three-point-something miles. Yes, I've started this before. Today is a new day. To motivate myself, we're signing up for a 5K for when I'm visiting her this summer. This is not a very thrilling entry. But you know what is thrilling? This. HELL YEAH. :::
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