My brute strength

Yesterday I had reason to believe that I possessed super human strength, and that my arms were weaker than a tiny little babies, all within a 2 or 3 hour period. 

Incident 1: I pushed Eric out of the way. This was unlikely, because he likes to lift heavy things and engage in martial arts the way I like to run, not to mention he has over 100 pounds on me. Here's a picture to illustrate.

Spoiler alert - on the off chance I get motivated to do a 2013 Christmas card,
here's what it will look like.

He was really shocked that I somehow summoned the brute strength that usually is reserved for mothers lifting cars off their children. Here's how it happened: he was hugging me goodbye for the day, and I heard the Today show say they were showing Kate Middleton. I know, that doesn't sound important, but you probably forgot that we canceled our DVR, and now have to watch everything in real time.

The weird thing is that I really don't follow that much celebrity gossip, don't visit Perez Hilton, don't watch the Bachlorette, ect. I know this comes off like I'm one of those pompous assholes who's all like "I don't even own a TV, I'm too busy reading about physics for fun and thinking about how smart I am", but that's not it. I waste plenty of time on equally, if not more, inane activities, like watching Friends reruns, reading blogs (both legit and hate reads), and things like this, this, and this.

So, anyway, Kate Middleton is just SO PRETTY and now she has that adorable little basketball bump, and I just HAD to see it, so I shoved Eric off me without even realizing it and when I explained to him why he died laughing. Then I guess I wore myself out patting myself on the back for my tremendous strength, because when I got to work I had to file report cards in cumulative folders in the top drawer of the file cabinet for maybe 20 minutes and my arms were on fire. 

But I did work on them, sort of, by doing Jillian Michael's Boost Your Metabolism instead of running. I actually did it because there were crazy tornado warnings nearby and I was terrified of losing power and the treadmill coming to an abrupt stop and suffering hideous mutilation when I fell off.

Other news:

1. I'm not much of a rebel, more of a complete rule following wimp actually, but I did something super forbidden yesterday. I went to WebMD. I'm always, always, always freezing compared to everyone around me. Thursday, it was nearly 90 degrees outside/in my classroom, and after I ate lunch, I had goosebumps, blue fingers, and had to put a freaking sweatshirt on to warm up. This is NOT NORMAL. I'm actually just posting this in hopes someone out there has a secret cure. I've already been diagnosed with Raynaud's, but apparently there's nothing that can be done for that.

2. I'm announcing to my class today who their 4th grade teacher will be. In a shocking twist - IT'S ME! I'm moving up with them. I'm really excited about it and I'm secretly afraid they'll all boo. Probably because I wasn't popular in high school. Or middle school. Or elementary school. Or college. So weird, right, with me being so cool and normal and not at all awkward now?

3. The Idiot's 100k is on. Next month, Kara and I will be attempting to complete 100k (62 miles) worth of racing within a week. Sunday July 21, we'll be doing the Rosaryville 50k for the third time. The very next Saturday is the Endless Summer 6 hour race, where obviously we aim to do another 50k at least. I know you are probably jealous, but unfortunately ES6 just filled up. No worries though, there's plenty of room at Rosaryville!

Were you popular and/or a rebel in high school? How about now?

VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION which I will explain the reason for later. Could this dress pass if I'm supposed to dress as though I lived in the 1920s with some accessories?