Today is one of those days where I sit here, stressed about everything I have to get done this week (before we live for DIS-NEY-LAND!!! HOLLA!!!!) so instead of doing any of it... I am sitting here feeling pathetic. And eating waaaaay more than I should.
So remember how I had another 1/2 marathon in March? Well, I did. It was hard. But, I knocked off 4 minutes from my previous time, despite the wind and my utter suckiness at the end -- and finished in 2:07. Here is proof of my awesomeness:
Confession: these photos were taken (by Whitney's dad, who was the best cheerleader ever) during the first 4 miles of the race, when I had not given up on life yet. Being very thoughtful of your eyes, and being vehemently opposed to all things horrendous, I am not going to post any pictures after this point because... well, I look like a dead, jiggly piece of trash. Poor Whitney's dad, having to document that on [digital] film.
Side note: one day I will have legs like my running buddy, Whitney (next to me).
Since running day, (well, really before -- for quite a few months) I have been having problems with the toes on my right foot. My foot has caused me to become BFF with my podiatrist, who gave me a cortisone shot in my foot last week without giving me adequate time to prepare mentally. If I had not already died in the race, I died again when I got this shot. I have not run since I got this shot because I was so traumatized, so here's to hoping he has fixed my foot...
Remember how clear at the beginning of this post I said we're going to Disneyland??? I'm really excited. This week is going to be really long.
Ooh, ooh, so here's one more thing off my 30 before 30 list: my dearest Grandma Snazzy is teaching me to crochet! My first 'lesson' was yesterday, and let's just say I didn't do so well. I'm wondering if I got into some paint chips when I was young, since, between the way I look when I run, and the way I struggle crocheting....
Confession: these photos were taken (by Whitney's dad, who was the best cheerleader ever) during the first 4 miles of the race, when I had not given up on life yet. Being very thoughtful of your eyes, and being vehemently opposed to all things horrendous, I am not going to post any pictures after this point because... well, I look like a dead, jiggly piece of trash. Poor Whitney's dad, having to document that on [digital] film.
Side note: one day I will have legs like my running buddy, Whitney (next to me).
Since running day, (well, really before -- for quite a few months) I have been having problems with the toes on my right foot. My foot has caused me to become BFF with my podiatrist, who gave me a cortisone shot in my foot last week without giving me adequate time to prepare mentally. If I had not already died in the race, I died again when I got this shot. I have not run since I got this shot because I was so traumatized, so here's to hoping he has fixed my foot...
Remember how clear at the beginning of this post I said we're going to Disneyland??? I'm really excited. This week is going to be really long.
Ooh, ooh, so here's one more thing off my 30 before 30 list: my dearest Grandma Snazzy is teaching me to crochet! My first 'lesson' was yesterday, and let's just say I didn't do so well. I'm wondering if I got into some paint chips when I was young, since, between the way I look when I run, and the way I struggle crocheting....
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I wish that my computer would show the pictures, so I would know how awesome my legs look...
I love it when you blog. And I am SOOOOOOOOO jealous of your trip to Disneyland.
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