Wednesday, 29. April 2009
But, I hate that fucking song.
If you don’t know what song I’m talking about, let me ruin your day. I promise you will now sing it all day.
Which can be kind of funny when you sing it to random things that you do actually love. I love potstickers. I love oyster shooters. Chug. Chug. Chug.
So, anyway, that is the crap that has been consuming my brain.
I finished my second half marathon last week, and have to say that considering how much harder the course was than the first one I did, I am pretty proud to say I did it.
The Lara-Shaner-Ross team all survived despite being made fun of by some 17-year-old skank. Apparently she thought it was sooooooooooo lame that we matched. Yeah, I saw her at mile 10. And, for sure I fucking kicked it up one gear to make sure I finished before her.
By the way, no offense to any moms of wonderful daughters out there, but I am not a fan of the 16-18 year old female demographic. I am sure Laef completely disagrees with me on this, but when I see a trick talking ON her cell phone WHILE running a half marathon, I am two heart beats away from a heart attack.
I will admit that when I saw three dolphins frolicking on one part of the race, I did sort of wish I had my cell phone to take pictures. Thankfully, the 34-year-old in me knows that under no circumstances can you bring a cell phone with you on a 13-mile run.
So, now that the La Jolla half is done, I’m looking forward to doing more races. It’s kind of like heroin.
The feeling you get before (nervous) during (thisfuckingsucks) and after (AMAZING) is unmatched. I love it. Now it’s time to try and build up some leg muscles so that my twigs might possibly be able to finish a race in under two hours. That is my next goal.
I am now also looking forward to the wedding. Hello, it’s May. Which brings MANY exciting wedding-related items: Bachelorette Party, Bachelor Party and cake tasting.
Let’s hope we make it through this month in one piece.