Ginormous, epic fail.

I have not run in a week. I ran a mile yesterday, but it was 98 degrees outside and I wanted to die, so I quit.

I can't seem to get my butt out of bed in the morning. My evenings have been spent moping and not running. I am not awesome. I have no idea what is wrong with me, or what happened to my kickass attitude that used to stick around. (insert overly dramatic sigh here) My mother told me she's worried about me today, because I sound so tired, and I would very much like to mention to her that I feel about 87 years old and don't know what I'm going to do, but that might be a little dramatic (insert hugely dramatic sigh here)

Today, I am going to run. In about an hour I will lace up my shoes and go. Really, I will.

Deep down I know I will feel better if I do, it's just a matter of actually motivating myself to get out the door. October is in just a couple months, and I WILL run the marathon I already signed up and paid for... won't I?

Sometimes I don't understand why I'm so ridiculous.

We'll always have the lake...

Sentences (or as close as I can remember) uttered during a recent camping adventure with Shawna:

Me: Ooh, look at the stars.
Shawna: It's so romantic!
Me: I'm tired of always having my most romantic moments with you.
Shawna: Well we're not getting romance anywhere else so we might as well get it somewhere!

Then she told everyone I tried to get to second base with her. Word...

But really now, my love life is looking even sadder than usual. As such, I shall continue to hang out with Shawna and all my gal pals, cause at least they're amusing. And sometimes romantic.

Yeah I did.

Please note that Mini Leslie is boasting a 10-mile run from Wednesday night. That's right, double digit runs, I'm back.

Please also note that I have not run since Wednesday. Oops. I'm a big slacker. Tomorrow I shall run though, I swear.

Currently I am sitting at home alone on a Friday night eating a burrito and watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Shawna has all the seasons so I'm working my way through... life is rough without cable). Oh yes, I am that awesome.

Oops.

I didn't run 10 miles this weekend.

I would do it right now, but it is 90 degrees outside, so I have decide to float the river instead.

There's always tomorrow, right? Unless tomorrow runs and you say to yourself, "Holy shit, I'm supposed to run 26.2 miles without training properly?"

Damn you, October.

Blah, world.

I seem to have hit a wall. I hear that during a marathon one hits a wall whereupon life sucks and you want to die and stop running. I plan for that to happen for me, come October. I also plan to bust through that bitch.

What I mean is, I have a hit a wall in life. I moved months ago and since then have been seeing a boy who broke my heart a little, and that sucks. My running hit a sort of standstill because I am struggling, and that sucks. I feel like my ass is getting bigger, even though the scale says it isn't, and that sucks. The status of my bank account really sucks. Still being afraid and not sleeping, and feeling like my life is a jumble of craziness sucks a lot. All in all, I am frustrated and don't know what to do with myself.

I figure this happens to everyone in life, right? So I tell myself that tomorrow I'll do better, tomorrow I'll get up and run 10 miles like I plan to and I'll forget about boys who treat me like crap, and I'll listen to Kelly Clarkson and eat spinach and be awesome and cheerful. A new boy will love me someday, I will write on my blog regularly, I will be awesome, and I'll finish all the DVDs of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" that Shawna lent me.

But I am sad about this boy. My heart hurts a little. I remember why I don't like to let people get close to me. Ice cream is yummier than spinach. Napping is good. Running 10 miles is hard. And sometimes I don't listen to even myself.

How does one fix that?

By the way, tomorrow I am going to run 10 miles. And eat spinach. And love life again. It's my plan.

Marathon training is my boyfriend.

Hello, friends. I realize no one reads this anymore but I don't care. I have discovered that the best cure for heartbreak is a chocolate martini and an evening spent dancing with gal pals. Also, beer.

Now I shall list the things in life which are more important to me than boys:

1. Training for a marathon. I will finish you, Portland Marathon, if it's the last thing I do.

2. Being awesome.

3. Focusing on my career and straightening my crazy life out.

4. My pals.

5. Learning to break dance. Someday that really ought to happen.

Today I shall proceed to float down a river and then wander a summer festival--all of which will occur while flaunting my single awesomeness and glorious beauty.

Did that sound convincing?

Gross.

I seem to be having an allergic reaction. At first I thought it was to a bug bite, but I'm starting to think it is due to these new vitamins I have been taking.

That's what I get for being all organic and stuff.

I feel like a pregnant dinosaur. Pregnant cause I'm bloated and ate a lot. A dinosaur cause I'm covered in bumps.

I feel an impending doctor visit.

Summer Adventures

I've been watching a lot of Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes on DVD that Shawna leant me. As a result, I have discovered my new calling in life: vampire slayer.

The other day Shawna and I went on an adventure to the top of a butte near my house. It was terribly romantic, if you overlook the fact that I was hanging with my pal Shawna instead of a handsome man. It involved Subway, a sunset, and a "Skinnydip" beer wrapped in a napkin because I was paranoid about cops showing up to arrest me:







This weekend I have a three day weekend (thank you, America) and started it out by playing Clue in my pajamas with my roommates. Kind of awesome. Today I got up and went for a run, and discovered joy in the form of a post-run blueberry-banana-spinach smoothie:



Now I shall proceed to do cool things like float the river and watch baseball. It's difficult being this hardcore.