It turns out, if you drink 2-3 venti coffees a day, (don’t judge me, if you’ve been following me for awhile, you know I have no self control) for approximately 5 days, then go back to none, chances are that you’re going to end up going through one HELL of a caffeine withdrawal and have to leave work because even the very thought of bending over or moving your head makes you nauseous.
My final purchase in the city was accompanied by Heather for a lovely coffee date before heading back to the tundra. I’m not looking forward to going back, except to run in ideal temperatures.
I am however, stopping in Duluth to turn in a couple resumes, so stay tuned…
And I wonder why I’m single…
Edit: I LEGITIMATELY put that first photo up as my profile pic on OKC. hahahahhahahahahahahahaha. I can’t wait.
Anybody else have bladder control issues when they run hard? Just me? That’s cool.
That was a humid race! And so many people! It wasn’t a PR…unofficial time of 29:40, but I did make my secondary goal of under 30 minutes.
My plan of starting slow didn’t work out with a first mile of 8:50…I gotta work on reigning that in for the marathon…
2. Eyebrow waxing.
I must be home! :)
Found both these outside the same unit just now.
The very definition of irony.
And…I just found out my rent is increasing by $50/month in November. I can’t afford that. Now what do I do?
Do I come home?
Do I find a roommate?
Do I find a new place up here?
Do I pray and hope for a new higher paying job?
Do any of my lovely followers have a passion for living in forests in -30 degree winters??
The things runners do…
I was reading somebody’s post yesterday about them not engaging their glutes when they run and to practice clenching their muscles. That got me doing it all day yesterday. Then I had speedwork last night after not running for a few days. Coupled together, I woke up this morning with sore bits of muscles I couldn’t stretch out.
So just now, I was inspecting a town home arrival and noticed they had these little decorative molded balls, about the size of a tennis ball (think Pottery Barn crap).
If you’re an athlete, you know what I did.