but tonight i'm f**king you.

Do you know what I don't understand?

Lululemon.

I. DON'T. GET. IT.

I'm trying, I'm trying really hard, but if I want to sweat in $100 I'll throw a Benjamin under my armpit or down my bra.



Pursuant to a nasty text I received from my father, I spent the day chasing down car-related things. First I had to grab my new license plates from the county, and then I had to meet with an insurance agent who raped the shit out of my pocketbook and shook my hand with much gusto as he wished me "good luck" on my impending marriage. I'm pretty sure he was thinking of all the commission he made off of me, 'cause clearly his head wasn't in the right place. Impending marriage? Good luck? Yeah... what the hell.

It took less time than I thought it would and I was proud at how well I had managed my free time before work, but the sudden freedom I experienced at 1:40pm gave me the impression that I would have time to fit in a run before work. Instead, my brain was ready for a run but the clock and reality got the best of me. I've had this super disappointed feeling in my chest all afternoon because I feel like I was cheated, even though all of this is entirely my fault. Ugh, adulthood.

Really, I have no business running today since I'm still sore from that ass kicking handed to me by the hill around the corner from my apartment. But my brain wanted to run and now my brain is disappointed. Fuck.

My new sweat bands were delivered today! They still have a very umm... fresh and chemical smell to them from the packaging and I'm afraid they're a little snug, but I imagine a few cycles through the wash will take care of both problems. Nonetheless, I am still uber pumped to have another new running accessory to throw into the mix.


Here's to hoping for a super skinny weekend. I could seriously use a breakthrough. 249.0 and ready.