Since Last We Met

Let's see.  How to make this interesting.

Running:  Nope.  I think I jogged across the street once in the last few weeks, because I was jaywalking.  That's about it.  Laziness.  Apathy.  Whatever.

Lifting:  Last week my trainer made me do 65 deadlifts over the course of an hour.  I felt fine the next morning, but needed handicap bars in the bathroom to pee by the next evening.  It was that satisfying kind of crippled where I know I earned it, but I still deserved everyone mocking me.

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I'm still taking oddly angled mirror pictures that make me look like a bobble head.



My BFF Sara sent me a "Make Your Own Vagina Cookies" kit.



I have big landscaping plans (just need to get my husband on board).



I applied for a job at Hallmark, but I haven't heard back (the application was sent, 4realz, but only in jest).



After this happened I bought a jumprope of my own, so I can get to the point where I don't scar myself.



So, that's it.



I exist.  Life is fine.

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This shit is hilarious.  Apparently bragging about your distance on Facebook and Twitter isn't enough.  Strangers on the street need to know exactly how long today's run is!  Are you fucking kidding me?  That's sad.  I mean, yeah, sure, be proud of it, but don't have a closet full of shirts that dictate your distance.  You know you can just sharpie it on your forehead if you're only in it for the accolades, right?

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Up coming races!



I'm trying to put together a relay team for this, because it's fucking awesome and everyone should sign up.



My trainer and I signed up for this just after midnight on NYE.  I came in, what, 11th in my age group overall last year?  I think I can do better.  I have 4 months to train, as of tomorrow, so, yeah.

That's it, folks.  In 2012 I signed up for every dipshit race that crossed my radar, then bailed on most of them out of laziness, illness, injury, or apathy.  This year I should probably not do that (though, in the big picture, the money still went to help whatever the race was for, and that's what really matters to me).

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This Die Hard song is fucking solid.



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El Fin.