Today at work, there was a truck with a license plate ending in "DNF". I looked at it, my jaw dropped open, and I was like "oh no you di'int". I said to it (yes, out loud) "screw you, you stupid a-hole, no DNF happening here". I don't think anyone saw me. I suppose that's no worse than blowing a huge snot rocket on my way to a meeting the other day as if I were on my bike or a run. Oops. I also accidently hacked a loogie on the carpet of my spare room while on the trainer last week. Nice, huh.
I went for a run with Jeff tonight, and could not for the life of me figure out why my shoes felt so weird. I just assumed that they had hit critical failure and I had waited far too long to replace them. Once I got home and put them away, I realized that my current running shoes were still sitting in their place. I was actually wearing some from like 2 years ago that I had recently pulled out for recycling. On a positive note, my sprint intervals were in the low 8 min pace. I only did 2 instead of 3, but that still makes me happy.
My 11 loads of laundry has morphed into about 15 loads. Despite actually doing laundry consistently this past week. I think people are dropping off their dirty clothes when I'm not looking.
My mind is starting to run a little rampant. They say it will only get worse, so if you are reading this and plan on seeing me sometime in the next few weeks, please be patient. And I apologize in advance. Ken is already figuring out how much freakin fun this is going to be.
I have the best friends in the world. Simply awesome.
Holy shite, only 2.5 weeks until show time!!!!!
P.S. Feeeeeeeed meeeeeeeeeee.