Tuesday Confessions

1. I finally like a show that everyone else seems to like. 



I rarely seem to get on board with popular shows. Not in a hipster, I'm too cool way, just in a "I'm picky and have a short attention span and would rather just watch episodes of The Office than learn new characters" kind of way. It's quite annoying, really, because it would be much easier if other people could just tell me how to amuse myself. But on my trail run Sunday, people were talking about how good this show is, so I watched about half of the first episode while folding laundry that night (would have finished but got a phone call and then it was time for bed).

Last night, I left work just before 7 and suddenly started feeling awful on my way home (which isn't even ten minutes). I got home, made a cup of tea, washed my feet (they were seriously just as dirty as after my trail run), got in bed and watched until bedtime (not that long, but still). 

2. My upper body is so out of shape, my arms were sore from carrying a couple water coolers like a quarter mile on Saturday. 

Sad. Just sad. I know it wasn't from football, either. I followed my fool-proof plan of never touching the ball. I like the camaraderie and excitement of football, I just suck at the actual game. If I can get through all four quarters without impeding my team in any way, it's a win in my book. Although, I didn't quite make that goal Saturday, because I got a penalty for waving my arms in a girl's face while trying to cover her.

3. (This is the big one.)
I'm doing some races this fall.

Thursday, Eric and I signed up for the Baltimore Running Festival (him for the half, me for the full) on October 12. I did  Baltimore for my first half (so did my sister!), first full, and first sub-4 marathon, and it's my favorite race of all time. Plus, the start line is 20 minutes from our door. It's expensive, but I am getting paid to run for 3 Saturdays in a row, so it's like I'm an elite and it totally evens out.

Amazing sign by my parents.

You may have noticed I've been doing some unusual running - hitting the trails Sunday, doing a 10 mile run the day after my long run, signing up for a marathon when I'm clearly quite a long way from being in marathon PR shape. 

Ha, just kidding, I laugh to myself when bloggers say "you may have noticed....". Look, I may enjoy your blog, but I have my own life to "notice", I'm not sleuthing out what every little nuance and subtle hint might mean.

Anyway, I'm doing a 50 mile race in November. And not just any 50 mile race, the race where it all began, over 55 long ass miles back in 2011.

I swore never again. 

Before the race - half asleep and no idea what was coming.

But, I really liked the race - while the sun was out. It was well organized, had just absolutely fantastic volunteers, nice trails, an inexpensive registration fee and most importantly, the best food of any race I've ever been to.

How can I resist this?

 I just hated the surprise extra distance. However, I have it on good authority that last year this problem was fixed, and it was actually about 50 miles. 

This sign better be accurate this time.

I signed up as soon as it opened, not really sure I would do it. It sells out quickly, so I wanted to keep my options open. I'm glad I did, because I'm actually pretty excited about it. Especially since Kara will be running with me! We've only ever run 32 miles together before, so I'm sure she's just as excited as I am about the extra 18+ miles of bonding we will experience.

What did you swear you'd never do again, only to do it again? Shots don't count. That's just too obvious.