The best finish ever!
Every run I have done up until this point have been fairly
uneventful. Unless you count blisters,
nothing major has happened yet (thank goodness). The most that has ever happened has either
been a bad bra or bad shoes. I have
never had a good bra and good shoes at the same time. Well, that has changed. The run I did for Ovarian Cancer was a rockin
one as I had a good bra AND good shoes. It
was a great run. So my next run, I brace
the girls in said good bra and lace up the good shoes and out I go. This one was for Breast Cancer (it is that
time of year, and I do it honor of a friend who kicked cancers ass.) My girlfriend takes off to do her race and I
take off to mine. At mile one things
started to feel a little weird and then it happened…my good bra broke. I found some bushes to tuck behind and fix
it. Great, girls are secured again, so
off I go to make up time. Not so fast…get
to the 1.5 mile marker and the girls busted out of their cage for good. The zipper split in half.
There was no stopping at that point. I had to self support the girls,
strategically place the water bottle for extra support and keep on
truckin. I was amazed my timing wasn’t
worse. I thought it would be terrible, but considering my malfunction I did
good. Normally my finish photos are arms
up in celebration, but not this one.
This has to be my favorite so far because of the story behind it. Thank goodness the reason for the race was to
keep the girls healthy. This is the best
support they have had since I started running.
Halloween
The decorations have come out and started going up. So excited about the two new editions this
year too. A 7ft tall Grim Reaper and 3
witch sisters stirring a pot. Some
planning and restructuring is needed this year and of course webbing needs to
be added.
How to piss your
husband off in one easy step:
Start hanging Halloween decorations with the staple gun
while the windows and doors are open.
Ever cry into a bowl of garlic mashed potatoes because somebody made you feel
bad? Neither have I until last night. I
usually get self-destructive when stuff like this happens (like drinking, don’t
have any yard work to do since I live in the f-ing suburbs (not that I would be
able to do it anyways, it would wake grouchy), shopping with money I shouldn’t
spend) and thought I had a handle on my emotional eating (was triggered by
stress, going to the gym and running took care of that). But last night was a whole new world for me
and I did not like it. This is very new
territory that I have to get a handle on super quick. I should have went for a run but I
didn’t. I cried in a bowl of garlic mashed
potatoes while watching My 600lb Life.
Yeah, like that’s good for you!
I feel like I’m losing my grip on everything
that I have worked so hard for internally.
The negative thoughts are starting to creep back in. Get so angry at myself for stupid stuff,
nothing is ever good enough, it can always be better, the walls are starting to
get stronger again and I feel myself starting to push people away. This is not good and I need to get a handle
on it. These last few months have been
stressful enough, last thing I need is to let all my hard work slide away
