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Books and Nationals and Songs and Things

Perfect example of a direct relationship: The more I have to do, the more I blog. Maybe I'm procrastinating, or maybe I have more to think about, and therefore am more inspired to write. Let's pick the latter, shall we? It's not so bad, think of it this way: the more I blog, the more material I have to write my comedic self-help book.
Which will happen...some day. I'm thinking it's going to be a wittier Carrie Bradshaw style book geared towards triathletes/people who like funny stuff.
Yeah...it'll probably end up in the clearance section of Costco and have 2 buyers: my mom and my grandma, both of which will proclaim to the world it's the best book since Hemingway. My sister will borrow it from my mom and then send me a text that says, "Too funny! Xoxo!" My older brother will lie and say he read it, and my little brother will get a free copy and use it as a coaster. Dad will have absolutely no idea I wrote a book and will first hear about it 3 weeks after it's debut, when I e-mail him the small book review I get in a newspaper named something like "Northeast Utah Sunshine Times."

...this was totally not where I expected to go with this blog post. But it's flowing and I like it. What I MEANT to write about was collegiate triathlon nationals in Tuscaloosa, Alabama this weekend and how it's going to be SO much better than my last nationa's experience. You know the one. And if not, here's a quick recap:

1. RAGING shin splints, to the point where I couldn't even jog the day before and I cried in the car while everyone was testing out the course
2. Flooding on the course...lots of flooding
3. High of 50 degrees, water tempt was 55
4. Winds of up to 20 mph - we wore our wetsuits before just to stay warm
5. Cut the swim, my strongest point, to about a 200m because they feared hypothermia
6. A flat tire on the bike
7. Another flat tire on the bike
8. Smashed my favorite cycling glasses on the ground out of anger
9. My headset on my bike came loose in the last hour
10. Flooding on the run course turned most of it to mud
11. Sprained my ankle on the run
12. Cried as I ran across the finish line...not out of happiness
13. Team captain got the flu from the water...because the flooding caused cow manure to run into the lake. So essentially we were all swimming in cow shit.

And it all happened in Lubbock, Texas. Lovin' in Lubbock.

In honor of this epic event...I put together my top 10 all time favorite running songs. And by all time I mean my top 10 favorite running songs this month. Just listening to these gets my feet ready to take off!

1. We Are Young by Fun
2. Wavin' Flag by KNaan
3. Pumped Up Kicks by Foster the People
4. California Gurls by Katie Perry
5. Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO
6. Electric Feel by MGMT
7. Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
8. Waka Waka by Shakira
9. I Caught Myself by Paramore
10. No Sleep by Wiz Khalifa

And for my cool down?
1. Girls like You by The Naked and Famous

All on my ipod, all ready to go!

Now I'm going to go pack! Right after I shower, eat, fold my laundry...

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