I'm Still Alive!

But barely. I'm not gonna lie to you...there wasn't one part of the race that I liked. I mean, I guess I shouldn't be surprised, cuz it's not like I particularly enjoyed myself whilst training, but I didn't anticipate how much I would literally loathe every step I took.

Here is our before picture. The look on my face is saying "What on earth have I gotten myself into?!" (I'm the short one.)

So, coming in at just a hair under two hours, I managed to complete it and even beat the goal that I didn't actually tell anyone I had cuz I didn't think I'd make it. Hooray! Doesn't mean I liked it, though. No sir. Still hated it.

And here's the after picture where I'm just busy being happy that I'm finished. And yes, I am pretty short, but Jeannie, the girl on my right, is kind of an Amazon, no?

And for real, thank you all for the encouragement on my last post!

Horrific Timing

So, The Biggest Loser. It's my favorite show. It's the one show I watch without fail. On last night's episode, the challenge for the contestants was to run a half marathon. WHAT?! That's my thing. That's what I'm going to do. And they had to go and do it now? Before me?! Not cool. Why couldn't they have waited a week? Then I could've watched it and been all smug and "I did that already."

Half marathons are something you do when you're in peak physical condition. At least that's what I thought. And let's be honest, these people, while working ridiculously hard, aren't quite there yet. So this race that I've been preparing for, and dreading and stressing over because I don't feel ready----they did it.

I have mixed feelings. Sometimes I'm motivated and think, "If they did it, then I can!" Other times I'm even more freaked out and think, "They did, and what if I can't?!" I'm freaking out here!

Do You Know What's the Worst?

When you pour a bowl of cereal, and all that comes out is the yucky cereal sawdust. Seriously.

And my family has the incurable disease where we can't finish boxes of cereal, and we definitely can't throw away a box that isn't totally empty, so instead, we put the 99% empty box back on the shelf. The worst thing about this disease is that it's genetic. My whole family has it. Which means that I've had a gazillion experiences where I go to eat cereal only to realize my first choice isn't actually available. This happens until someone (usually mom) gets fed up and throws a whole bunch of boxes away.

But that only makes us look like we have no cereal, so dad buys more and it's not very long until we're pouring cereal sawdust into our bowls again.

And seriously, Cheerio sawdust tastes the worst.

I Need Issues and Anger

Okay, so I figured out why I've been hitting a literal brick wall on mile six of my runs. Okay fine, it's a figurative wall...but it feels literal. It's cuz I'm not angry, and I have zero issues. Seriously, I frequently hear people (Domestically Challenged most recently) who talk about how when they're upset, or working through something they go for these big ol' fatty runs. Well, I have nothing like that. Why, oh why, can't I have something to anger me that keeps me going?! Or even some good old fashioned drama.

So, here's where you all come in. Since I have no issues of my own to work through, send me yours. Give me something to think about and focus on while I voluntarily torture my body. I'll work through your issues, and get back to you with my brilliant (or ridiculous) solutions.

And really, I'm pretty sure I'm happy that anger and issues aren't currently fueling my life, running or otherwise. But a little bit more energy would kind of be awesome right now.