Yesterday I posted about how great it is to have blogger friends. Another benefit is that I don't even have to blog about the 50k I have coming up on Sunday, because Kara already posted all about it. This is particularly helpful for me because the extent of my preparation has been extensively researching what cake I want to bake to eat afterwards, and crossing my fingers that I can make up some time by not getting stung by a bee like last year.
So I'm "tapering" this week, or doing what would be considered tapering if I had been running really high mileage for the past few weeks. Let's just say I started my taper early, like right after my 62 mile birthday week in the middle of June.
I continue to fail at waking up before work (I'm teaching summer school), but in all fairness it's not my fault because my alarm didn't go off yesterday. Yesterday, I ran 8 miles on the treadmill at an 8:52 pace. I thought my treadmill mental endurance was finally increasing, because it seemed to fly by. Then I made the tremendous mistake of bragging about that to Eric, and for today's 7 miles (8:56 pace) on the treadmill, I was back to "AM I DONE YET" every .06 miles. If there's one way to prepare for an insanely hot, sort-of but not really hilly trail run, it's in air conditioning on a treadmill with no incline.
Monday night I actually used Pinterest for something other than dessert recipes or funny memes. I didn't stray far, but it was something. I made Philly Cheesesteak Stuffed Peppers, and even Eric agreed they were amazing.
The recipe was weird, it was just ingredients and a series of pictures. I guess that's where society is headed. Forget fooling around with that pesky reading.
Despite that success, I still hate Pinterest. Yesterday, I told my friend I hate Pinterest. She's one of those damn crafty wizards where everything she touches turns to adorable. Her reaction (shared by everyone at the table at work) was as though I'd said I hate puppies. I should know, because I do hate puppies and I'm not afraid to tell people.
Unrelated except that it's further proof of my social awkwardness, Eric and I have been really busy visiting our friends because they've all bought new houses and of course we want to see them. I'm really happy for each and every one of them. I'm also proud to report that I've come a long way in containing my jealous rages. Yesterday, when we pulled into our parking lot, I didn't even feel the urge to gouge my eyes out with a spoon, in order to avoid having to see our apartment, with that cheap, sticky supposed to be but not really white paint, bargain basement leftover appliances, and my horrendous lack of decorating skills. Granted the last one will be a problem no matter where we live, but it doesn't help matters at all currently.
What do you hate that everyone else seems to love?