I am a little concerned about Saturday. This week, I got hit again with my greatest fear - the dreaded middle of the night calf cramp. I reread my old post about them. I wrote it after ten whole years cramp free, and hoped I'd go another ten. That was only last year, so is this what I'm destined to endure in my 30s? I've been chugging water and eating bananas liberally, so I see no reason why my body subjected me to this.
I'm leaving for my race directly after work tomorrow. Around the time I was falling asleep Wednesday night, it occurred to me that meant I needed to get my ducks in a row and be completely prepared before I go to sleep Thursday.
As always, I prioritized. I came home from work and immediately got to work on this masterpiece.
|I better be enjoying these Saturday night|
|I forced myself to part with some so Eric could enjoy them too.|
Then I packed. By packed I mean threw everything I've ever owned in my suitcase. Except various running outfits. I am fully committed to shorts and there's no going back.
I'm sure I've already posted enough on race nerves, so here's some random stuff on my mind. It's Thursday, after all.
Saturday night, in Richmond, my besties and I were celebrating our final round of 30th birthdays (we have 2 in June and 2 in the fall). We were rocking out at the club with all the young kids (we kept meeting people born in 1991 - what the heck?!). Some current song came on with the line "here we are now, entertain us". I became consumed with rage and rounded up my friends and demanded we all leave immediately because none of these damn young whippersnappers around us would even know what that line was referencing. (They obviously were in complete agreement).
I heard the song on the radio the other day and thanks to Shazam, I know now what it is, and it's not even terrible. I sure hope you had permission from the Cobains, JT.
|It was supposed to say "just".|
There's less than a month between Thanksgiv-nnukah and Christmas this year, and that's just not enough time for me to soak in all the wonderful music.
This. How can you not love this? How can someone so sad look so cute?
|That's actually how I feel about snow, too.|
When do you start listening to Christmas music?
What habit does your significant other have that makes you positive they have one or two screws lose?