Don’t worry, I didn’t go off and join the circus or elope with Channing Tatum over the weekend in Vegas (of course limiting my blogging ability). It’s a little thing called life though…ya know, no big deal or anything.
So, because I know everyone is dying to know, here is a mini update of the past week or so (and of course, not in any kind of easy to follow order, because where’s the fun in that?!?).
Yesterday I made it week two of double digit long runs. It was not pretty, but it happened. Fueling/sleeping/hydrating properly would have probably been beneficial. One day I’ll learn.
Yesterday, I also got to go cheer on my buddy Lauren in her first spring triathlon! She did so good and I was able to see lots of people compete from Tri On The Run. I did make a rookie spectator mistake though. I parked on the race course. Dub. It turned out fine bc I ended up sitting on the truck of my car and cheering in some athletes. I was close enough to the finish line that I was able to yell, “You’re almost there!” and not be that jerk who yells that claim at the halfway point.
I made it two days last week getting up early. That’s going to have to change if I plan on training through this summer. For realz.
I might have left my crock pot on last night accidentally. I woke up this morning to an apartment smelling really great and to some really dry chicken. I might have put it in the CP last night at 6pm. And by might, I mean heck yes I did. It’s amazing I live on my own.
This week I will be purchasing a road ID. Two things that happened on yesterday’s run play a role in this decision (which I realize should have been made a long time ago, but oh well). The first is that I literally ran into some massive tree branches and nearly knocked myself out. It was not one of my most graceful moments. That got me to thinking ab out what they would do with an unconscious gal with no id or any type of identification. My justification of someone knowing who I was by my helter skelter music selection and residence hall key doesn’t work anymore now that I’m in Houston and not Fayetteville and don’t live on a college campus. The second push to get a Road ID was running by a guy that was wearing a shirt that simply said “You Will Do.” Let it be known that any guy wearing a shirt like that is dangerous and you should stay far, far away. Run away actually. Throw rocks. Sketch-tastic.
I have a new addiction in the I Heart Radio app. I listen to all of my Fayetteville radio stations at work. I’m not going to lie, they aren’t any better than the Houston stations, but it’s the principle of the matter.
On Monday nights I help write letters to visitors at church and afterwards tonight, I took the long way home to get froyo from Yogurtland. Two weeks without froyo make Becca a crazy woman.
Tomorrow I’m going to run in the morning. I’m naming it and claiming it, yo.