For what it's worth, I sat down to write new posts 4 times this past week. Each time, I felt like I was just going to vent and be snappy about everything that made me unhappy (at work, in the gym, in life), and let's be honest: who wants to hear me complain all the time? I even get tired of myself complaining all the time. So here is my attempt at a positive spin on last week's mayjah happenings.
This guy made me late for work on Thursday. Oh hey, crazyface! Didn't see you there behind the half-mile of backed up traffic and the jackknifed big rig! On a brighter note, while I was stuck in said traffic jam, I was thisclose to winning zoo tickets on the radio. And Mr. I-wanna-talk-to-the-President was admitted for a mental health evaluation. No harm, no foul, right?
I ran a 15K on Saturday. And I hated every second of it. Not very organized, route was sucky, and did I mention I finished (almost) last? It really was one of those races that sucks the love of running out of you. I also have a St. Patrick's Day 10K coming up this Saturday. I signed up for it without knowing that the route was just a shorter version of the 15K. Boooo! After some reflection and some encouraging words from my running guru/coworker Debra, I decided that I wouldn't let one sucky race experience get me down. I am determined to take Fiesta Island by the horns this weekend. Do you hear that, Fiesta Island? I am taking you DOWN! And then I will have pizza and beer to celebrate. Everyone knows that's why people sign up for St. Patty's Day races anyway. Who's with me?!
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