The whole shit/fan thing? Yeah...it happened. I knew it! This week one year from now I refuse to go out, abso-fucking-lutely over my dead body not!!!
Absolutely nothing this weekend went the way I expected it, just looove when God throws me curve balls. But, this just in: I suck at baseball. I was the girl staring at clouds and braiding flowers and spinning in circles in the outfield. I also screamed and ducked when the hoss of a girl "pitched" the ball. The coach loved me.
Okay truth? Over all the weekend wasn't a complete train wreck. Friday was well, it threw me for a loop....Actually I'm still in denial about Friday. No, not even denial...I'm down right pretending it never existed. I will just never understand some things in this world, and I guess that is just something I have to accept. Some endeavors are just completely pointless, but regardless they have to be tried, just in case for some odd/shot in hell chance it turns out to be completely opposite of how you thought it would end up. But, as I knew deep down all along, it didn't end up being any different than I thought it would be.
It was actually relatively painless, all things considered - kind of one of those, "...that's it?" moments. Like when you get a shot. Waking up with dread, you build yourself up for it. You sweat in the waiting room, you're twitchy and irritable and there's no way you can read the 1999 People Magazine in the waiting room. You sit and the nurse pulls up your sleeve and disinfects your arm, maybe putting a rubber band around it. You see the HUGE needle and the only thing you can think of is your last wishes and, "fuck." But, "3..2.."STAB! And 3 seconds (or...in my case...2 minutes) later, it's all over.
Then you get a sucker! ...except I didn't get a sucker.
So, after I got all the "answers" I needed, Saturday I woke up early and did some track sprints, then had a really awesome day at work today even though I took a poll -of just me- and concluded 8 hours is WAY too long to be on my feet. But I absolutely love helping customers with everything and working in running shoes is the BEST. I'm learning so much about stuff I absolutely am obsessed with.
And I sell like a beast because I'm, "perky and friendly and have a slight southern accent" - the people are drawn to it =)
The only problem is I was so completely exhausted from work that I came home and crashed and did absolutely no studying for my exam Monday...my bad. That's what tomorrow is for.
And I also keep buying stuff! I can't help it, it's really bad. Okay well actually, I definitely needed new running shoes so I bought the same pair as my old running shoes only the new version and, guess what!? They're red and white a.k.a they match Dr. Jones - perfect!!! Couldn't wipe the smile off my face for nothin'. Color coordination is my favorite.
And my compression socks and UnderArmor tights? COMPLETELY necessary.
So is my $120 Timex heart rate watch....
And my new tubes.
Oh and I'm getting Vibram Five Fingers and take a stab at barefoot running...I sold 11 pairs of them today.
Going to bed - waking up super early to cycle tomorrow!
love love love
me
Absolutely nothing this weekend went the way I expected it, just looove when God throws me curve balls. But, this just in: I suck at baseball. I was the girl staring at clouds and braiding flowers and spinning in circles in the outfield. I also screamed and ducked when the hoss of a girl "pitched" the ball. The coach loved me.
Okay truth? Over all the weekend wasn't a complete train wreck. Friday was well, it threw me for a loop....Actually I'm still in denial about Friday. No, not even denial...I'm down right pretending it never existed. I will just never understand some things in this world, and I guess that is just something I have to accept. Some endeavors are just completely pointless, but regardless they have to be tried, just in case for some odd/shot in hell chance it turns out to be completely opposite of how you thought it would end up. But, as I knew deep down all along, it didn't end up being any different than I thought it would be.
It was actually relatively painless, all things considered - kind of one of those, "...that's it?" moments. Like when you get a shot. Waking up with dread, you build yourself up for it. You sweat in the waiting room, you're twitchy and irritable and there's no way you can read the 1999 People Magazine in the waiting room. You sit and the nurse pulls up your sleeve and disinfects your arm, maybe putting a rubber band around it. You see the HUGE needle and the only thing you can think of is your last wishes and, "fuck." But, "3..2.."STAB! And 3 seconds (or...in my case...2 minutes) later, it's all over.
Then you get a sucker! ...except I didn't get a sucker.
So, after I got all the "answers" I needed, Saturday I woke up early and did some track sprints, then had a really awesome day at work today even though I took a poll -of just me- and concluded 8 hours is WAY too long to be on my feet. But I absolutely love helping customers with everything and working in running shoes is the BEST. I'm learning so much about stuff I absolutely am obsessed with.
And I sell like a beast because I'm, "perky and friendly and have a slight southern accent" - the people are drawn to it =)
The only problem is I was so completely exhausted from work that I came home and crashed and did absolutely no studying for my exam Monday...my bad. That's what tomorrow is for.
And I also keep buying stuff! I can't help it, it's really bad. Okay well actually, I definitely needed new running shoes so I bought the same pair as my old running shoes only the new version and, guess what!? They're red and white a.k.a they match Dr. Jones - perfect!!! Couldn't wipe the smile off my face for nothin'. Color coordination is my favorite.
And my compression socks and UnderArmor tights? COMPLETELY necessary.
So is my $120 Timex heart rate watch....
And my new tubes.
Oh and I'm getting Vibram Five Fingers and take a stab at barefoot running...I sold 11 pairs of them today.
Going to bed - waking up super early to cycle tomorrow!
love love love
me
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