Check it off the list…

Well, I did it.  I pulled 14 miles out of my ass this morning and almost died doing it…but it’s done.  I ran 5 outside to the gym, 6.5 at the gym, and 2.5 home.  I took a GU gel at mile 8.5 and felt okay after, but not anymore energized than before.  I also drank about 35oz of water during my run, most near the end… and that’s when the cramping and puke feeling started.  I literally thought I was going to either be one of those people who poop their pants or collapse on the side of the road, only to be found by stray cats or rabid squirrels.

When I got home, I died.  I collapsed on the floor while my stomach muscles made funny noises for about 30 minutes.  It was miz.  The entire time I could not stop thinking about how I’m never going to make it 12 more. 

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I felt just about as good as I looked in this pic.

After moaning and groaning for awhile, I pulled myself up off the floor to shower so I could go to the gyno.  Best Wednesday EVER!!!  Not really. 

And what makes it even worse is that I didn’t even get ANY FREE SAMPLES of my monthly “no baby/ keep me sane” pill.  Those f-ers are $30/ month, and I seriously look forward to the two free months I usually get for allowing a stranger to poke around down in my lady parts.  So… in conclusion, I lose.

The rest of the afternoon will be spent on the couch catching up on one of Bravo’s worst shows ever- Most Eligible Dallas.  I might even break down and finish watching the New York Housewives reunion… although, I can only take so much shouting and stupidity.

NYC reunion

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