Driving Miss Lazy

Weekends fly by way too fast, especially now that mine are only two days (that's a 33% cut, thank you)! This morning was lazy. Lazier than it should've been.

And then 10:00 hit, and we rushed here, there, and back again.

My poor guy decided to play chauffeur and drove me to Fresno for a bridal shower (no boys allowed, so he spent a few hours at Starbucks planning our next getaway). I can't complain - I had the fun thing to do!

There were a lot of girls that, at one point or another, had all worked at my previous place of employment; we had fun dishing on what happened there over the past few years, who's leaving, and all sorts of other drama. It was a ton of fun, honestly.

And then my trusty driver showed up to take me out to lunch. At Sweet Tomatoes. Which may have sounded better in my head than it was in reality; by that time, I wasn't feeling really wonderful. Still, it was good.

And we wrapped up the night watching "American Wedding." A great day, but now there's just one weekend day left until the work week. Ugh.

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What fun did you have today?
What fun things are you doing tomorrow?

5k's and 10k's

There are just four weeks until my next half marathon. I'm excited, and even though I think that the Shamrock'n Half in Sacramento will remain my all-time fave (I already want to do it again next year), I think I want to focus on shorter (5k and 10k) distances for a while.

My first 10k was the Star 6 Memorial 5k/10k near Sacramento. That race was canceled earlier this week, but I'm not sure why; I would guess that it was for lack of participation.

I've never met a 5k I liked, but I've never met a 10k I didn't love. I think the 10k is my distance. I would love to say that the half is my distance, but every time, I want to be done at mile 8 to 11 or so, depending.

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What's your favorite distance? At what mileage do you stop loving running?

Happy hump day!

I wrote line of a long catch-up post last week, took my time with it and...then it was gone. Ugh. So I've held a grudge for a while. (And oh yeah, kinda weird that most of my audience is in Russia. I've heard that in fact this is not "kinda weird" at all, but more like "kinda normal," so oh well.)

My new job is going great so far. I really like training and I'm learning a lot; I don't like sitting in my car for an hour during lunch, and being trapped with four walls for eight hours a day is kinda draining, but otherwise, I really like it.

There are just over four weeks until my next half marathon, and once again I'm nervous because I haven't been running nearly as much or as often as I should (but on the bright side, I have started cross-training).

A lot has gone on over the past two weeks or so.



Here and there, I've run alone or we've run together. Fun was had. Calories were burned. Hills killed.

We went to Costco early one morning just as they were opening...

...and now we both wonder why people start lining up at least twenty minutes before the place opens. (By the way, we were only there that early because we were going around town doing errands. We didn't line up, thanks.)


We went to our favorite pizza place (Fatte Albert's on Main St in Visalia), and saw one of the guys from Duck Dynasty playing an arcade game, Big Buck Hunting. Oooooh boy. We had a hard time not laughing out loud.


Last weekend, we saw a U2 knockoff (is that what you'd call it?) band called The Joshua Tree. They were really good. And then some people got engaged. I love being married, but yuck - get engaged with a hundred pairs of eyes on you and your pregnant girlfriend? Um...not my scene.

And then, there's the elliptical.

Our elliptical is 15 times harder than any other elliptical I've ever tried. Usually, I can do thirty minutes, no big deal. But this one, I'm proud of the ten minutes I did last night. Tonight, the plan is to "warm up" (slash kill myself) on it again for ten minutes, then start running. Kinda scary.


And it's hump day. This week is officially half over.

Weekend wrap-up

It's been a while, so I wanted to play catch-up a little bit. This weekend I ordered an "us and only us" couple of days, and that's what I got, almost exclusively.

You know, it's never ONLY us, because we have dogs, but they mostly entertain themselves.

However, this weekend we had a doggy friend over for an extended visit (about four full days), and she was a big dummy. She kept peeing on the carpet, acting dominant and clawing at the doors after we locked her out. Then she dug a hole. Ugh. With that, we locked her in the garage. Done.

The 29th would have been my little brother's 29th birthday, so my thoughts wandered to him on Friday. Remembering fun times, his life, his death... My parents are finally getting him a headstone, they say. They want to put pictures on there, but I completely disagree; I think it narrows thinking to one or two specific ages.

Yesterday morning, we went to Rocky Hill together; we walked up and then ran back down. I wasn't sure what Tim would think, but he liked it!

He liked it!
He liked it!
Hey, Mikey -
He liked it!

We'll be back soon.

A view from the top. Next weekend, I hope we can go the full distance of Rocky Hill Drive. Stay tuned.

This morning, in an effort to get more minutes under our belts (doctor's orders is 150 per week), we walked around the neighborhood at a brisk pace for nearly an hour. Plus, we talked the whole time, which was very cool.

The rest of the day was filled with video games, TV, movies, cooking, prepping, and friends.

And tomorrow, Monday, marks five more days until we get to do it all over again!

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Do you ever have "just us" days? Do you have days without technology?

Tell me about the dumbest dog you've ever seen or heard of.

What's the cool place in your neighborhood where everyone runs?

What did you do this weekend?

Thankful

My neck hurts.
My feet hurt.
I'm bored.
I miss my sweetie.
My neck hurts. (I know I said it twice, but it really really hurts. A lot. I'm literally physically unable to turn my head to the left...which makes driving in reverse a mite more difficult.)

I have plenty to complain about, but you know what? I'm counting my lucky stars today.
My 27-year-old, eight-weeks pregnant cousin's funeral was last week.

An up-and-coming chiropractor friend from high school found out she has cancer in her tongue.

I have a job.
I have my Love.
We live comfortably.
No major medical conditions.

Today, I'm just thankful. For everything that is, was, and will be. I'm thankful I got 27 years with my little brother, and that I have so many fun memories with him. I'm thankful that I'm not one of those people that married the wrong person and is going through a divorce. I'm thankful for my job. My family and friends. My abilities and challenges. The weather, and the fact that I don't have to drive in snow.

What are some things you're thankful for today?

I never win anything. Except I won the jackpot with this guy!

You know "the seven year itch" (the idea, not the movie)? Well, I ain't got it. Tim and I have been married for almost seven years now, and it was so thrilling just to meet for lunch this afternoon at his office.

Note: the picture above was NOT taken in his office.

I'm pretty much head-over-heels crazy about that guy. I don't know how I got sooooo lucky to meet him in 8th grade. Who does that?

The accused

We were accused of acting like newlyweds tonight.

Then, forced to calculate that we have been together a total of (approximately) 13 1/2 years.

Guilty, as charged.

What would you do with an extra hour and a half?

For the past two weeks (since I started my new job), I've had an extra 90 minutes every morning. I had big plans for that time:

I was going to run. Lift weights. Calisthenics. Stretch. Yoga. Pilates. Get fit. Lose weight. I was going to clean, so we wouldn't have to do it on the weekends. So we could spend weekend time together. Unfettered.

Would you like to know what I've ACTUALLY done with that time? Nothin'. I've slept. I hit the snooze button. I've eaten and drunk my breakfast. I'm still trying to figure out why.

What would you want to do, and what would you ACTUALLY do with an extra hour and a half every morning?

32: not so bad after all

I turned 32 yesterday.

I was 16, sixteen years ago.
I met my husband just before I turned 14.
I have teenaged nieces and nephews.
I've lived in California for 18 years, which is more than double the time I lived in Saudi.
My eyes are constantly puffy.
I have smile wrinkles and laugh lines.

Dang it I feel old. Which is probably the reason I was kinda down yesterday. Still, because I'm married to my best friend, the man I rely on (maybe too much) for love, care, affection, friendship, fun, and food, it was a good day, and an even better evening.

He woke me up with jewelry. I know that can be a big deal to some women, but I'm no gold digger; I like my guy because of who he is, and not because of what he gives me. (NOTE: I know that not all jewelry-crazy women are like that, just the majority of the ones I know, are.)

I had a long work day (even though my work schedule changed from four ten-hour days last week, to four eight-hour days for at least the next six months), headed straight home and got into bed, hoping to pass out quickly and easily.

Tim doesn't usually get home until after 6:00 at the earliest, so when I heard the garage door at. 5:15, it threw me off a little. I thought, "oh cool, we'll have a chill night at home!"

That wasn't the plan, though. He made me get in the car, and we drove to...where? It took me a while to figure it out, but I got it: Monet's in Exeter! He parked, and guess who was there?

Cory!! Our very good friend that we love! It was all falling into place now. Having Cory meet us there...planned. Yippee!! I like good people; Cory is great people!

We walked in and Tim told the guy we had a reservation, and he showed us to our table, set up for a group of five. Five? Who...in the...? No idea. I was pretty clueless. After a few minutes, in walked Dayna and Jen (mother/daughter friends that Tim and Cory work with, and we all love)! Very good surprise, once again!

The night was amazing, and dinner was beyond my imagination! Great food, great service. It was a really amazing way to celebrate my 32nd birthday. I was very pleased. And tired.

So when we got home and I started for the bedroom, I think Tim was at a loss as to why I would forget about presents. I always remind him I don't need anything (which is true MOST of the time, but there was something I'd been dying without for the past few months: a watch). There were two presents on the dining table, one HUGE, one relatively small. True to form, both were just what I never knew I always wanted.

I love it when Tim gets creative, as he did for one of the gifts, which turned out really great! And of course, he picked up on my not-so-subtle hints that I really needed a watch and boy oh boy did he come through!! I love my new fancy watch!

What an awesome day. And what a great guy. I think I'll keep him around...

Biscuit-eatin' bulldogs

Today was a good and bad day. Did I do the right thing by chosing to accept this lower-paying position? Money isn't everything, but it's something... I know I'll feel a lot better when I can do real work on my own and be independent, but so far, I kinda feel useless. And like I'm bothering the person I shadowed all day today.

And adding to the pity party, tomorrow is my birthday. I would really love to be able to do something useful tomorrow. Whether it's a work thing or a personal thing, that doesn't matter. I just want to have a decent birthday.

I hate birthdays. I hate the expectation and the focus. All me. Watch me do this. Watch me do that. It's my own private hell.

Poo-pourri

My mil has a knack for buying things that make everyone laugh so hard they can't breathe. There was the year of the strange slippers (matching, but different colors for my three nieces. Then there was the year she put glow sticks in everyone's stockings (or at least wanted to; I was in favor of the idea, since she already had them). I should note: none of these gifts were meant to be funny.

Neither was this.

Poo-pourri. You spray the water in the toilet before you go potty, so your crap doesn't stink. Seriously? I don't think I'll work up the nerve to try this in my own home, let alone in public. There's even a handy purse-size one you can with you wherever you go!

Yick.

Oz the Great and Powerful

I've felt so free all weekend! It's been so great! I had to take advantage of that feeling - knowing that no angry customers await my return calls come Monday morning. Ahh...it's nice, truly.

Friday was amazing, kicking off the movie marathon with Oz the Great and Powerful

I'm really NOT a fan of the jerk that played Oz... what's his name... James Franco? I'm convinced he does horrible things and is probably a meanie in real life. Maybe that's just me.

You know what? It's probably the mustache. Fear the mustache. Fear of mustaches. What is that? Is that a thing? I couldn't find it on a quick Google search, but I'm sure someone somewhere is trying to get it defined as a mental disability.

I really liked Michelle Williams, even though I'm not exactly her biggest fan either. For having a bunch of people that I don't like, this movie was really amazing. I liked that it wasn't a remake of "The Wizard of Oz;" it's the story of Oz the Great and Powerful. Really creative. But also some hints at "The Wizard of Oz" as well as "Wicked."

All of the witches (not to mention the monkeys and china doll) were really remarkable! I loved all of the details; I think they really made the movie. Without them, it would lack that sparkle and shine.

Go see "Oz the Great and Powerful." Worth every minute. Oh, you can skip the 3D. We saw it in 3D, and I can only imagine in 2D, but my guess is, it's not worth the extra money. Whatever. Yup each his own.

Shamrockin' goals

Knock knock...
Who's there?
Abe.
Abe who?
ABCDEFG...

I haven't been quite as diligent about training for this race as I have for past races, so my goals might be a little underwhelming. With that said, my goals are:
A) Finish in about 2:30.
B) Finish feeling at least decent.
C) Finish, still having the ability to walk.
D) Finish. Please, please: I don't want to DNF.

After this one, my next race is in mid-April, a n Alzheimer's 5K very close to home. Yay for sleeping in my own bed! Mid-May is my next half, also close to home. I could get used to this!

I was supposed to run with a friend on the neighborhood (paved) "trails" yesterday, but we had to raincheck it for the next Friday it wasn't raining buckets. Then I was supposed to run Rocky Hill today with another friend, but it's still really overcast, so I think I'll stay close to home.

What are your workout plans this weekend?

5TFx2

Five things Friday? I can do that.

Here, in no particular order (thank you, Bob Saget, on AFHV), are the five things I might miss about my old job:

Hangin', walkin' and talkin' with this chick.


Knowing that I'm always being watched. Um...no. I won't miss that. I will miss some of the people. And customers.


The stupid things people say, such as:
"mute" point
Johanna Scarletson
26.2k

My position was commonly referred to as "enforcer." The fact that it was actually just another name for "debt collector" was lost on most.

I always knew who to talk to about races, paces, mud, color, foam, and running in general.

There are also things that I most definitely will NOT miss about that job. Here are five of those things:

Rude customers, co-workers, supervisors, supervisors' supervisors, and supervisors' supervisors' supervisors. Not to say that all of them were rude, but that I won't miss the rude (and flat-out mean) ones!

Being farted at.

Listening to co-workers complaints about supervisors and management. Even when I agree, it's just more negativity that brings me down.

Becoming more and more paranoid. About everything.

The green mile. Walking up and down that stretch of green carpet really got old, really quick.

I'm excited to start the new job. All the possibilities. Opportunities for growth. New people, challenges, experiences and perspectives. A fresh start.

An awesome run and 20 hours to go

I had the most magical run last night!

It was 4.08 miles of pure bliss, and I truly loved every minute of it! It made me feel strong and powerful and like maybe I can pull this half marathon off next weekend!

This morning, to reward myself (and use my card for the first time so I can get a free drink on my birthday next week), I went to Starbucks. You know the typical Starbucks workers, bustling and busy and crazy with energy? These ain't them. This location is filled with tired, lackluster, bored employees. Today when I walked in, there were THREE employees just standing around, one of which apparently was on break. So nice of her to just lounge around the shop.

I have precisely twenty hours left at this job, and I'm so excited...even if I still have an insane amount of crap still to be done. Twenty. Hours. I can do this.

A day off

It was a really good thing I didn't run today; I think I would have hurt myself. Even when we went to the store tonight, and Tim sped up his pace to cross the road, my shins weren't feelin' it.

But I'm kinda determined to give it a go in the morning. Fresh. On relaxed, chilled-out legs. On feet that have soaked for a little while (mid-afternoon today).

Wish me luck: I'm shooting for three to five miles!

How far are you planning to run tomorrow?

How to make people paranoid and seek psychiatric care

Tomorrow is my last Monday at my current job. I've worked my way up from lowest of the low clerical to semi-skilled data entry/customer service lackey. I was hired pretty fresh out of college, and I've learned a lot at this department.

I've learned when to shut up, and when to speak up. Who to confide in, and who to avoid being associated with. What kinds of things can get you in trouble, and who can get away with them regardless of any rules in place.

Most of all, I think I've learned to be paranoid. When to look over my shoulder. How to look like I'm busy. How to hide the fact that I sometimes use utensils or plates at my desk. I've learned how to look at someone as if you actually couldn't believe they're watching you. Listening to your conversations. Counting how many times you get water or go to the bathroom in a day.

Let me be clear: I do not now, nor have I ever worked for the FBI, the CIA, or the NSA. But still, I feel like that sometimes. A lot of times, really. My name is not Robert Hanson, and I have never sold any government secrets to Russians.

While I am very much looking forward to my career there being finished, I really harbor no ill will. I just wish things could have been different. Strike that. Things could have been different; they just weren't. I wasn't happy there; from what I've heard, not many employees there are happy.

So instead of dwelling on the negative things and the reasons I'm leaving, I'm focusing on my next chapter: positivity, and not letting anyone convince me that I'll hate my new job (which, by the way, I start exactly two days before my birthday). It's gonna be rainbows and sprinkles.

Oh yeah, and I'll have a 3.7 mile commute from my front door. I'm going to have tons more time to run in the mornings!! I'm so excited!

So, what were you least/favorite jobs?
Any horror stories?
Bad bosses and/or co-workers?
Stupid policies?
Tell me!!

On my way, with just a couple of little road blocks

Yesterday, Rocky Hill really kicked my booty! I loved running downhill, but I was careful. I didn't want to kill my legs and butt too much, but when I woke up this morning, yikes!!

It was a good run, at least. A productive run. A five-plus-miler (even though my friend's GPS said four)!

I told myself that I could skip the twelve and go for eight today (for a total of twelve), but since it's really five that I ran yesterday, I could go for six and a half or seven! And tomorrow: none. Zero miles on Monday morning. Cool, dude. Very cool.

Oh, there's just this one little thing standing between me and utter annihilation of those last seven-or-so miles... my shins barely allow me to walk. Or get up from the couch, bed, or chair. Oops, one more little thing: my feet are killing me! So, I've adjusted my plan of attack. Tonight: a nice long walk with my Love. Tomorrow: run at least five (but shooting for six and a half; we'll see) miles. Whether that happens in the AM or PM remains to be determined.

I did Rocky Hill!!

I ran yesterday and today. Not that that's a big deal to much of the running world, but to me, it was a very good thing.

On Friday, I ran a few (around three) miles around my neighborhood; today, I ran Rocky Hill (cue "Eye of the Tiger").

"Rocky Hill," in this area, is generally the ONLY place to go for a hill of any kind; and the only time I've run it (well, this route, anyway) was last summer toward the end of the "Hell of a Half Marathon." That time, I ran this section downhill; this time, I ran up and down. Down was a lot more fun this time around. Go figure.

I even stopped to take pictures.

Well, I SLOWED to take pictures.

I can't believe how easy the downhill seemed. Because I went with a friend, I didn't know how far she wanted to go, or how much time she wanted to spend, I stopped at the top and stopped my RunBot, so the screenshot above is AFTER I restarted. I can't believe I averaged 8:45 or so on the downhill!! I haven't run that fast in a long time. (I'm very, very slow).)

Cute cows, right? Moo! I had to shout "moo" as I ran past them, because I'm a dork like that.

The lion, the lingerie, and Mr. Darcy

I'm home from work today with a headache.

That makes me sound really weak. It's not just a headache. It's a stress/tension thing that makes me borderline nauseous. My head aches. My shoulders. My back. Sometimes it shoots here and there. Everywhere. Blech.

So while I'm trying to feel like a human, there are other things I'm doing. For example, I signed up for my fourth half marathon, the California Classic on May 19th in Fresno. I'm excited. I even worked out a schedule increasing my mileage by no more than 10% per week, and it's totally do-able. Like, baby steps do-able. Label me super psyched. I would jump up and down, but my brain might revolt at that. Not good.

I also tried to read my book ("Pride and Prejudice" on my kindle); I say "try" because when I flipped the switch, nothing happened. I even tried resetting the thing. Nothin'. So I was bumming around Pinterest (definitely a habit I need to cut back), and found some "headache" related things.

...Or maybe they're not so headache-related. Some of them I get. But the lingerie picture? What does that have to do...? Oh, forget it.

The little devil on the guy's head pointing to the guy's eye? Oh yeah, that's me most of the time.

The guy with ice crystals (or whatever) coming out of his forehead? Me again.

The lion? Strange. The spiky hair? I get it. The woman with the disconnected arm and her head is cut into slices? Okay. I don't think I'll ever understand the lion or the lingerie. I'm certainly not feeling THAT today.

Maybe my kindle is charged by now...

Four out of eleven: HORRIBLE!!

Well, that was just horrible. I ran a little less than two miles, per the Nike+ app (but I'm rounding up to at least two) before I started having cramps in my arches and Achilles, and had to go back home to change shoes.

See? I couldn't even made a decent "I feel like crap" face. I tried.

So I switched shoes and tried again. This time, I know the app was off by at least a half mile because I started and ended at two different places (in reality, both places were my front door).


So, my first time out today was "2.84" (ahem, I'm sticking with 3, and the second time was "0.93" (again, ahem, I'm going with 1.0). Total today was somewhere around 4.0, which is horrific when you consider what I had planned (and desperately need to do in order to prepare for the half) was 11 miles. Four out of eleven. Horrible.

Side note: I'm still looking for the running app that works best for me!! Nike+ ain't it.

Countin' it down!

Sunday, February 24th...cue the countdowns!

Eight working days left at my current job.
Four days until the birthday month.
Sixteen days until my birthday.
Twenty days until half marathon #3.

Time! I need time!
And I would really like a shiny new time on that half, preferably less than 2:22, if that's possible.

Three things that make me happy

I am positively giddy.
Why?
So many reasons, really.

First and foremost, I start a new job in two weeks.

It's not that my current job is inherently a "bad" job, exactly; it's just that I was not built to be a debt collector. Nothing against the people who like working there, but it wasn't my thing.

Also, my current job is a twenty-minute commute, give or take; I always feel the need to leave my house before 6:15 even though my shift doesn't start until 7:00.

This new job requires me to commute a full 3.7 miles from my front door (unbearable, I know)!! Plus, no freeways. Which means no trucks. And less fog frustration.

Secondly, I think I've become re-addicted to reading. I've gone through a serious reading drought, but I think I've found something to reignite the passion.

Here's where I confess that even though I earned my bachelor's degree in English, I have never read "Pride and Prejudice." I've read "Emma," but nothing else written by Jane Austen.

I know. Time to retract that degree. I should be ashamed of myself. And trust me: for that, I am ashamed. But I'm making time to quickly remedy the situation. Then, and ONLY THEN will I watch the movies (oh yeah, I've never seen the movies either).

And one last thing.

We found a series to watch. Religiously. Multiple hour-long episodes at a time. Even on weeknights. "Dollhouse." Joss Whedon. It's good stuff.

Why my car?

I met up with a friend for a run at the park yesterday. The weather was great, the conversation was great, and the run was great. And then we returned to our parked cars to find mine blocked in by a cop car, and surrounded by three cops. There were plenty of open parking spots; hardly any other cars were there, just this big truck with a trailer selling bean burritos or something (okay, whatever).

As we approached my car, and I start to hyperventilate, one of the cops asked if this is my car. I said yes, why? What's wrong? He was all kinds of chill, and said he would move his car. He moved it into a parking spot right next to where they were standing. (Hello? Why not park there in the first place?)

It was a good three-and-a-half mile run, a change of pace and scenery, and it has made me look forward to my 11 miler tomorrow (next week is 12)!

Identity Thief

We had a friend over earlier today, chatted while we munched on veggies and dips, then we went to see "Identity Thief," which we all loved. In fact, the audience was very vocal about their enjoyment. One woman even cackled and clapped numerous times.

In short, movie reviewers can be horrifically wrong.

I mean, it's not going to win any Oscars, but it was great. Finally: a movie where the previews didn't overshadow the movie! Even I laughed.

Very funny. Plus, I love both of the main actors; I've loved Melissa McCarthy since she was on Gilmore Girls, and Jason Bateman since Hogan Family.

But where did they find Amanda Peet, under a rock?

Seeing double...again

Tomorrow is my first scheduled double digit run in a very long time. It's getting serious now. March 17th is my third half marathon, and I'm planning to do a fourth in mid-May at the "California Classic." I'm trying to talk a friend or two into doing it with me, but I'm not sure they'll go for it.

I want to try to do a half marathon each and every month in 2013, even if it isn't a formal "race."

Color Me...starched

Yesterday was the Color Me Rad 5k in Bakersfield, and, per the over-eager instructions on the website and race director emails, we woke up at 6:00, and hit the road by 6:30.

We didn't get to the Kern County fairgrounds until 8:00 or so. As if we were hopping an international flight, we were directed to check in at least an hour or two before our 10:15 start wave. That was waaaaaay too excited.

They weren't even ready to check us in! They were barely breaking stuff out. Nobody knew which way was up. It's so frustrating that race directors have taken to freaking out newbies (the friends that we drove with).

Anyway...here's the "before," all white, clean, and ready to go get color-y. Even though we had already checked in and gotten our goody bag (which contained a t-shirt, a RAD tattoo, and you got to choose your sunglasses color), I hadn't yet seen the course, which made me nervous because it wasn't online either.

I'm not sure how or who took this picture...I'm fairly certain it wasn't me. This is basically what I breathed for probably at least an hour. No, wait. Definitely longer than that. The cornstarch started flying at 10:00; we didn't actually start running until 10:30 or 10:45, and didn't leave until 11:30 or so. Blech. It was like licking a pile of flour.

As far as the actual course...I was pissed! It was on very uneven pavement and dirt (which only made the run that much more dusty), and I brought the worst shoes possible for that kind of ground. Not only am I NOT used to it, but I was NOT expecting that, and I was wearing my minimalist road shoes with very little padding. NOT happy.

I definitely could've used more information. My feet hurt the entire rest of the day.

Y'know? At least I can say I did it. I've done a color run. It wasn't all it was cracked up to be; I wouldn't do it again; but I was there. Breathing the cornstarch made my chest and lungs ache, but I did it.

But overall, it was a fun experience.

And I'll never do it again.