You guys, IT'S OVER and I survived and it was every bit as awful as I expected it to be. I know some people just love running and it's the time when they think their best thoughts and figure out the answers to their problems, but when I'm running my biggest problem is that I'm afraid that my thighs might be catching fire from rubbing together so much, and that's not fun. Apparently that just means I'm extremely out of shape but guess what? I already knew that. NO SURPRISE THERE. So, here, look:
1. Waking up at 545 on a Saturday SUCKS.
2. I googly eyed my bib, obviously.
3. The siblings after it was over.
4. The shirt says athletic. The shirt is a liar.
5. We were signed up as a team and we got third place! No thanks to me, because only the times of the first five people count and that was my dad, brothers, sister-in-law, and sister.
This was our third year running the Wet N Wild, and it's been held at a different place each year. Last year it was through Knott's Berry Farm and I loved that. This year it was across from my college, and I didn't love that. It was too much nostalgia, and I wasn't ready for that. Too many memories, and too much traffic. Thankfully I was thinking too hard about remembering to breathe to think about college. I'd like to think that now that the race is over I"ll keep running so next year I won't feel like I'm dying within the first 2 minutes, but that's what I said last year and the year before, so my track record (ha ha punny) with that plan hasn't been that great. Like I said last year: I'm never doing this race again. I'll probably say that next year too, after I get suckered into running it. However, next year I'm planning on forcing my older sister to do the race and push her baby (due three weeks from TODAY!) in the stroller so I can walk and keep her company, and then I'll have an excuse for walking and not running.
So ok Juliette, the race sucked and you were tired blah blah blah, but how did you really feel about it? Uhh...honestly, I was embarrassed. I used to run cross country and be involved in different sports, and running a 5k was no big deal. But that hasn't been the case lately, and it's my fault, and I joke about it to cover my embarrassment. I tried to laugh when 8 and 9 year olds were passing me, I tried to laugh when 60 and 70 year olds were passing me, and I tried to laugh when parents pushing strollers passed me, but then I was out of breath and I couldn't laugh anymore. The truth is, I'm ignoring that I'm letting myself fall into some really bad patterns of eating junk and not working out, and I joke about it so I don't have to face reality. BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD. And this is getting a little too serious for a Monday so let's just put this lifestyle realization on pause and talk about something else.
THE VMAs oh my gosh. I love award shows because live tweeting them is SO MUCH FUN and the VMAs didn't disappoint. I'm sure you've heard about how Miley was shocking and Gaga was shocking because she wasn't shocking and T. Swifty got caught being immature when her ex-boyfriend was onstage and somebody thought Lil' Kim was Queen B so I won't go into any of that. NSYNC reunited for seven seconds and it was the best seven seconds of the night, but to be honest with you it didn't really do much for me because I didn't grow up listening to them. In fact, just now I tried to name all five of them and there's one I can't remember. Justin, Lance, JC, Joey, and ....? Chris? I don't even feel like googling it right now. Don't yell at me.
And then Breaking Bad came on and OH MY GOSH you guys. No spoilers but OH MY GOSH. And then I went to sleep. And can I just say right now that I can't wait for this weekend because I'm going to be spending it with Miss Shenanigans herself! AHH! The End.