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One Day One Run Part Deux (Day 8 Run 3)

2009-10-27T01:26:02Z

Weight:198.0
Goal Run: 10K...Still have to pick one out.
Today's distance attempted:2.50
Total Distance on Shoes:48.65
Result: Treadmill run. Overslept this morning and didn't think I'd get my run in but totally bailed on class so I came home and ran the two and a half. Put the incline on .5 rather than 1 and it felt a lot better. Like I wasn't going to pass out. Hopefully I'll be able to work up to the 1.0 incline.

One Day One Run Part Deux (Day 7)

2009-10-25T23:50:16Z

Weight:197.5
Goal Run: 10K...Still have to pick one out.
Today's distance attempted:N/A
Total Distance on Shoes:46.15
Result: Outdoor soccer today. A little bit of confusion about the field so that ended with us moving and playing a short game. Bummer. But the team looked really good. I'm hoping that will carry over to next week!

Scars - Life Fanfiction Oneshot

2009-10-25T04:39:56Z

Title: Scars
Rating: T - teen
Summary: Ever wonder why Crews is always wearing long sleeve shirts? Reese never did until the unthinkable happened. Spoilers for Trapdoor. Oneshot.
Disclaimer: Don't own em. This is just for fun plus I have no money so suing would be pointless...
Notes: This is my first Life fanfic and is completely un-betaed. All my mistakes are my own.

Dani Reese never really gave much thought to her partner's wardrobe. Or at least not more than any woman needs to pause to appreciate a man with a nice body wearing expensive, well fitted clothing. But other than these passing impressions of the clothing she never really stopped to ponder it.

But as she waited for the paramedics to arrive she pulled the constricting tie from around his neck and ripped the button down shirt from his body. She balled the shirt up and leaned heavily against his shoulder to try and stem the flow of blood. She tried not to think of how expensive the shirt was. Tried not to think of the gaping hole in the left shoulder of the material that matched the hole in her partner. Tried not to think about the blood seeping in the fabric. Nothing was going to get that stain out. Nothing.

She followed the paramedics into the back of their rig as they lifted the stretcher that contained Crew's unconscious form. They seemed about to protest but she shot each man a withering glare and heaved her short frame up into the passenger bay as if she belonged there. And she did. This was her partner and she wasn't about to let him out of her sight.

In fact it wasn't until the cut away the material of the white tee shirt he wore that she realized what the clothing was, that she realized they were cutting away Charlie Crews' armor.

The damp, blood soaked material was pulled away to reveal scars. Lots of them.

There were a series of small round ones that ran up his right bicep from elbow to shoulder in a line along the inside of his arm like someone thought he was their personal ashtray. There was a long line between his ribs on the left side with neat rows of dots on either side that was all that remained of sutures. A scar like that screamed chest tube. So a collapsed lung then. A ragged pink scar ran from just above his right hip to almost above his belly button. Something had cut into him and it wasn't something surgical.

The paramedics rolled him onto his side to check for the bullet's exit wound and reported none found. In that time Reese managed to catch a glimpse of his back. If anything it was worse. She turned away willing herself not to catalog the damage done to her partner's body. Willing herself not to imagine all the damage done to him that hadn't caused scars.

Intellectually she knew what prisoners would do to an cop inside. She knew it but she had never seen it. Hadn't seen how Charlie had paid for another man's sins with his flesh and his blood. And somehow this whole process seemed wrong. This unclothing him to heal him. She wanted to cover him up. Swathe him in one of the long sleeved shirts he always wore to protect himself from the world.

She looked at the blood soaked gauze pad. That scar had happened on her watch. There wasn't anything she could do to erase the last 12 years or smooth away the raised scars that were a testament to his time in prison. She could, however make sure that the macabre collection didn't grow any further on her watch. She had already failed him once. She wouldn't let it happen again.

One Day One Run Part Deux (Day 4)

2009-10-23T19:56:42Z

Weight:197.5
Goal Run: 10K...Still have to pick one out.
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes: 46.15
Result: Blech. A pretty bad climbing day. I couldn't get anything. I haven't been in so long that I'm back to struggling through 5.7s.

One Day One Run Part Deux (Day 3 Run 2)

2009-10-21T11:09:16Z

Weight: 197.0
Goal Run: 10K...Still have to pick one out.
Today's distance attempted: 2.00
Total Distance on Shoes: 46.15
Result: Didn't make the whole attempted distance. Ugh. A little discouraging. I haven't run on a treadmill in a long time (excluding Monday) and this is the first time I've done it by myself. Usually there are others around motivating me to not feel like a slacker. But at 6:15 in the morning by myself it was kinda over before it started. I'm just glad I ran a mile. Tomorrow is climbing and my roommate will run with me on Friday.

One Day One Run Part Deux (Day 1 Run 1)

2009-10-20T01:59:24Z

Weight:197.0
Goal Run: 10K...Still have to pick one out.
Today's distance attempted: 2.00 Miles
Total Distance on Shoes: 44.83
Result: New Goal run hasn't been picked yet but I'm going to start running again! I will hopefully get up to a half marathon by sometime next year but we'll set our goals a little smaller for the next goal run. I started doing treadmill runs in the mornings with the roommate to try and whip me into shape.

Art Rec: House MD

2009-10-18T15:59:48Z

I was surfing around the web and found these images over at DeviantArt by an artist named Petite-Madame.

They're amazing!

Puppet Play
This one must have been pictured off of a younger portrait of Hugh Laurie. His expression is fabulous.

House MD
This one showcases House's addiction.

One Day One Run (Goal Run)

2009-10-14T02:09:14Z

Weight:197.5
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009 - COMPLETE!
Today's distance attempted: 6.2 miles
Total Distance on Shoes: 42.83
Result: YAY! I finished my first 10K. I was super proud of myself! My friend was very nice and ran with me the whole way. It was pretty amazing. I did it in 66 min and 32 seconds! Approximately an 11 min/mile pace. A bit slow but I was happy I finished. My splits were really high for the first three miles (11, 13 and 12ish) but I totally powered through the last 3 with ~10-10:30 min/miles. It was lots of fun and I'm ready for the next one.

I'm going to re-start my One Day One Run program and pick a new goal race. I think next year I might do a 1/2 marathon at some point!

Self Inflicted (12/12)

2009-10-13T01:08:25Z

Self Inflicted (11/12)

2009-10-13T01:07:48Z

Title: Self-inflicted
Rating: T - teen
Summary: House decides to test Wilson's comment about his need to be miserable with disastrous effect. Spoilers for Need to Know and Distractions.
Disclaimer: Don't own em. This is just for fun plus I have no money so suing would be pointless...

House silently stewed over the fact that Cuddy seemed serious about her threats. He couldn’t believe that she would carry through with the plan to remove him as the head of diagnostics until he spoke to someone. He didn’t need to talk to anyone about anything. There wasn’t anything wrong. He was fine.

His stomach growled and, perched on the edge of his bed, House glared back at it. The pasta had smelled delicious. Considering he had been living off of hospital food for more than a week now the thought of something with flavor set his stomach rumbling. Damn Wilson for bringing that up. He could have at least had the decency to wait until after House had gotten a good meal in him.

He wasn’t willing to give in yet. Not after he had stormed out on Wilson like that. He couldn’t. Resigning himself to an empty belly he swung his legs up into bed and grabbed the book off his night stand along with his reading glasses.

Forty-five minutes later Wilson found him laying on his bed glasses askew and book slipping precariously close to the edge of the bed. Wilson rescued the book from its uncertain perch and smoothed the crumpled pages. He glanced at the cover of the trashy romance novel and shook his head. He set it on the night stand and removed House’s glasses to set them safely atop the book.

He sighed and looked at his friend. Even with his face relaxed in sleep it seemed as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Wilson made a mental note to put a couple of helpings from dinner into individually sized Tupperware and leave a note.

Reaching out his left hand he clicked off the bed side lamp and left the room. He’d try again tomorrow. Wilson was nothing if not persistent.

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The next morning House awoke to the smell of freshly brewed coffee. For a miracle he had slept the whole night through and was fairly well rested.

“I’m starving.” He announced his presence as he entered the kitchen.

Wilson jumped and spun around almost hitting his companion with a hot frying pan full of freshly sizzling French toast. “Jesus House! You scared the shit out of me.”

Grinning the offending party grabbed a fork off the counter where it sat on a waiting plate and snagged one of the hot pieces of toast from the pan.

“Hey, that’s not done yet.”

Ignoring the protesting oncologist House grinned and bit into the steaming food. Then promptly spit it out rushing to the sink swearing.

“I told you.”

“I think I burned my tongue.” The words were muffled as House was leaned over the sink his tongue stuck out into the running water. “Your smugness is not appreciated.” He scowled straightening up as water ran down his chin.

Wilson turned back to the stove to hide his grin. He dunked another piece of bread into the bowl of scrambled egg near his elbow and replaced the piece that was now sitting soggy in the sink. “It’ll be ready in five minutes. Drink your orange juice. It’ll make your tongue feel better.”

“Thanks mom.” House sneered back but obediently sat at the high stool near the butcher block in the center of his kitchen and gulped down the orange juice. “Looks like you’ve been here for a while.”

“It’s nearly 10:45 House. I didn’t exactly spring out of bed to get here. I started breakfast about a half an hour ago.”

Scrubbing his hair into further disarray House yawned then rubbed both hands over the bristle that covered the lower half of his face reveling in the scratchy sensation against the palms of his hands. It was getting a bit long maybe he’d trim it down today. He rubbed it again. Or tomorrow.

As if reading his thoughts Wilson commented on it. “You’ve almost got a full grown beard going there. Be careful or it might grow out of the scraggily homeless look and into a real beard. People might think you look like a doctor then. Can’t let that happen.”

House just glared back wrinkling up his face in distaste. A look which immediately turned around when Wilson deposited a full plate of French toast in front of him. The three thick slices were soon dripping in sugary syrup. A steaming cup of coffee soon joined the meal and House happily shoveled the first three bites into his mouth without breathing.

Wilson laughed and sat down across the table a few minutes later with his own plate. He carefully put syrup between each layer and then meticulously cut everything up into squares, a few of which disappeared miraculously when he got up to retrieve his coffee from by the stove.

“So.”

House pretended not to hear and kept eating with a gusto.

“You need to breathe at some point.”

Still not verbally acknowledging the oncologist House pointedly shoved a too large bite of toast into his mouth and grinned around it. Drops of syrup caught the light from the kitchen window and Wilson had a hard time reconciling this image with the drunken wreck he had retrieved from the park bench nearly a week before. House swallowed noisily and washed the huge mouthful down with coffee. Looking around for something to get the sticky mess out of his beard he snagged his friend’s paper towel from under the edge of the half full plate across the table.

He swiped it through the stubble on his chin and came away with half a paper towel. Little chunks of paper were stuck to the syrup and strewn all throughout his facial hair. Wilson burst out laughing.

Grumbling and trying to wipe out the bits of paper only made a bigger mess as the scratchy hair on his chin tore up the makeshift napkin further.

“It makes you look like you have snow on your face.”

This only caused House to scrub more furiously to no avail. The tiny shreds of paper were nearly impossible to get out at this point.

“Looks like you’ll have to go respectable and shave it off. There’s no way you’re getting that out now.”

Growling House pushed away from the table and stormed into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he emerged looking none too much better. Tiny pieces of paper were still stuck to his face. But now they each had a little red dot in the middle where he had nicked himself.

“Not much of an improvement what did you use to shave? A Porcupine?”

“The syrup and beard mix killed my trimmer. I found an old straight edge.” He picked a few of the pieces off of his face. “You owe me a new beard trimmer.”

“How do you figure.”

“It’s your fault that I had syrup and napkins. Both of which weren’t here when you got here. Therefore you have to buy me a new trimmer.”

“So you’re saying because I made you a breakfast that involved syrup I owe you a new beard trimmer?”

“Yep.” House grinned looking self satisfied and rather proud of his logic.

Wilson just shrugged. “At least you won’t scare the children when you go back to work on Monday.”

“Who said anything about going back to work?” Sputtering on his coffee Wilson looked up at his friend with wide eyes. “I told you. There’s nothing wrong with me, I’m not talking to anyone about anything unless you want to discuss the relative merits of the thong versus the boy short on whomever you’re dating at the moment.”

“So you’re serious. You’re not going back to work.”

“I’m serious about not pouring my soul out to some asshole who’s being paid to judge whether I’m fit to work or not. We’ll see if Cuddy is serious about her stupid threat.”

“She’s not going to cave this time House. You have to understand where she’s coming from. You DIED on the table because of some stupid self righteous self destructive streak. You signed out of the hospital AMA and refused to take the antidepressants the psychiatrist gave you. She doesn’t think you’re fit to work. She’s not going to cave and I agree with her.”

“What! You can’t be serious.”

“She is and so am I. House I’m sick of picking up the pieces. I’m tired of getting phone calls about another damn stupid thing you’ve done. I’m tired of hoping that this time I won’t be called to identify your body. What don’t you get about this? Why can’t you see that you’re depressed and that you need help.”

“Fuck you Wilson. Fuck you and fuck her for making me do this. You can leave at any time. No one said that you had to answer the phone. No one said that I need your sorry ass to rescue me. You want to talk. Fine. Go for it. What do you want to know. What do you and Cuddy need to hear so that I can do my job?”

Silence.

“What? Nothing? Then get the fuck out because I don’t need this.”

“House.” Wilson’s ire had died down.

“No. You tell me that talking about Stacy leaving will help. What will it change? Nothing. It won’t change the fact that she’s gone. It won’t change the fact that she’s better off without me and it sure as hell won’t change the fact that I’m a good doctor. So what will it do?

You think that people need to talk about everything to deal with it. It’s dealt with. It’s out of my system. I can swear up and down that I won’t do anything like this again but you know, you know that I’d be lying to your face and what would that help. So yes if you want me to talk to a shrink I’ll go and I’ll convince him that everything is fine and he’ll believe me and we will have wasted your time, my time and my co-pay. It’s up to you. The ball’s in your court now.” He reached up to rub the stubble on his face and tossed his hands away disgustedly as tiny bits of toilet paper fell from his hand.

Part 12

Self Inflicted (10/12)

2009-10-13T01:06:39Z

Self Inflicted (9/12)

2009-10-13T01:05:18Z

Self Inflicted (8/12)

2009-10-13T01:03:38Z

One Day One Run (Day 61 Run 10)

2009-09-17T21:52:52Z

Weight: 196.5
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: 2.09
Total Distance on Shoes: 36.63
Result: I did a fast run today. I'm totally wiped but I feel really good about myself. I usually plod along at an 11 min/mile pace. When I run with my dad I can usually manage a 10:30 min/mile. Today I was really pushing it. I only ran 2 miles but I did it at a 9:30 pace.

I haven't run in a week and a half and my 10K is only 4 weeks away so I was starting to freak out. This made me feel a little better about it.

One Day One Run (Day 57)

2009-09-13T04:55:07Z

Weight: 196.8
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes: 34.54
Result: Went climbing at the place where I boulder because no one was around to belay. I'll probably hit it up again this week because my normal climbing partner (my roommate) just got engaged so she's super busy with family stuff.

Tonight definitely solidified my irritation with kids and their clueless parents. I got there and it was fine but about a half an hour into my session two kids belonging to some severely clueless parents showed up and another one with just her dad. They were all about 8 or 9 maybe. And they followed me around. I would try to climb a route and they would get on the wall right in front of me while I was trying to hash out my game plan. Then I'd get on the wall and they'd climb right on top of me. So I'd move and they followed me. So irritating.

On top of that I went over to grab my chalk bag, which I had left hanging on an unused rope because their children had driven me away, and both parents start asking me questions about their knots and if their belay device is attached right. I helped them out but I'm standing there thinking YOUR KIDS ARE CLIMBING ON THESE ROPES AND YOU'RE NOT SURE HOW TO TIE THEM IN PROPERLY. ARE YOU MORONS!? </rant>

One Day One Run (Day 56)

2009-09-12T04:20:29Z

Weight:197.0
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes: 34.54
Result: Indoor. We got crushed. But it was fun to play with people I don't normally play with. A new league! That's the 6th league I've joined since I moved here! Yay soccer.

On the down side. I need to get back on track with the food I've been eating. Going home KILLS me on the junk food side of things. Got to get the weight under control.

One Day One Run (Day 51 Run 9)

2009-09-07T21:13:30Z

Weight: 196.7
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: 3.1
Total Distance on Shoes: 34.54
Result: YAY! 5K complete! I ran it in 31:57! Shaved more than 2 minutes off my last 5K run. I'm super excited about that result! I elbowed my dad out of the way at the finish line and beat him by half a second and my mom got it on video! LOL. He's going to bug me about that for a while yet.

Overall very glad about the run. I have another one in a week. Hopefully I'll be able to run as fast. It's a lot easier with my dad egging me on to go fast.

One Day One Run (Day 48, Run 8)

2009-09-03T23:35:00Z

Weight: 195.0
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: 2.0
Total Distance on Shoes: 31.44
Result:
Easy run with my dad. I'm super glad to be home for the long weekend! It's great to see the fam and the dogs.

One Day One Room (Day 47)

2009-09-03T02:02:32Z

Weight: 195.3
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes: 29.44
Result: Indoor climbing. Here's a pic of my favorite 5.8!

One Day One Run (Day 46)

2009-09-02T04:35:04Z

Weight: 195.3
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes: 29.44
Result: Last indoor game. Won't be playing soccer for a while (sad face) because I'm gone for the first two games of the outdoor season.

One Day One Run (Day 42, Run 7)

2009-08-29T15:05:04Z

Weight: 194.2
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: 3.98 mi
Total Distance on Shoes: 29.44 mi
Result: Yay for finally making it further than three miles. This was a ~4 mile run done in 44:09 min for a 11:10 min pace. I'm very pleased with this. It makes me less nervous about my 10K which is coming up in 5 or 6 weeks. Because it means that I can get to 6 miles in the next couple of weeks. I actually felt pretty good after this run. A little tight but like I could maybe run another mile. Got to run it again tomorrow!

One Day One Run (Day 40)

2009-08-28T01:41:43Z

Weight: 193.8
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes: 25.50
Result: SWEET! I went climbing again today and I totally rocked the red 5.8! I still haven't gotten all the way up yet but yesterday I got two more holds and today I got two more than that! SWEET! Then on top of that awesomeness I completed my first clean 5.8! Joy! I'm pretty stoked about the last two days of climbing.

One Day One Run (Day 39)

2009-08-27T01:53:49Z

Weight: 193.8
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes: 25.50
Result: Went rock climbing. I was super stoked to get two more holds on the route that I've been struggling with for a long time. It's way laid back so I have a hard time getting up to that point but over all SUPER EXCITING!

In other news...
- Fell off the diet wagon. Must pick myself up and try again.
- Haven't run in a while but next Sunday I'm in a 5K at home!

One Day One Run (Day 37)

2009-08-25T00:49:44Z

Weight: 193.8
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted: N/A
Total Distance on Shoes:25.50
Result: Played outdoor soccer. Got my new jersey (even though I won't be playing with that team any more). Fortunately it's the same color as my other team so now it's a good backup jersey. Yay for not having to do laundry every week!

One Day One Run (Day 32)

2009-08-20T01:04:02Z

Weight:195.8
Goal Run: 10K on October 12, 2009
Today's distance attempted:N/A
Total Distance on Shoes:25.50
Result: Hmm. I finished my favorite 5.6 tonight at rock climbing. Other than that not much success. I burned myself out getting 3/4ths of a 5.8 and tried two other 5.8s with little success. I also tried a V0 (bouldering) which was fun but was really laid back so by the time I tried it I couldn't hang on at all. Maybe tomorrow when I climb I'll have more success.