I'm sick of Jerimiah Wright. WTF is this man's problem. My co-worker has tried to explain it to me, but I'm still not "getting it". Not that I am stupid (I'm not) but she has got the inside track on how that man is thinking. I just think he's an asshole.
Running is a mental game. A game I feel that I am losing. Is there a program out there titled "Go From 3 Miles (9:30 pace to 5.4 Miles (9 min pace) In 18 Days" If so let me know.
The knots are in my back again. Sure it could be lifting up a real iron bed (with queen size mattress in it) by myself. I think it's not, since the big ass knot is only on one side. Overdosing on Naproxen has done nothing.
"Lars and the Real Girl" is a pretty good movie. My husband wanted to shoot himself or the TV though. He can't shoot himself since we only own shotguns and the TV is a sweet big screen so he left the room.
Getting drunk anymore wipes out my entire weekend. I drank Friday night and recovered on Sunday. Not a hung-over drunk, just a "I want to lay around the house, garden, clean anything BUT run drunk"
I just figured it out. The knot in my back is from stress about this relay I'm in. Now what to do about it.
update: Just in case anyone is wondering. I've been on the no-kill shelters and the spca website and I just want to cry for these animals. (especially the spca) I'm going to be in a "mood" after I visit these places. A running mood or a six pack mood.