Yeah, so that’s a place I never wanted to ever cut while shaving my, uh, legs. Ouch. Anyone have a Hello Kitty bandaid for me?
My legs are surprisingly NOT killing me today after my comeback run last night. Huh, I may be able to do this shit after all. Maybe.
Oh, and I got one “Nice legs!” and one “Yeah, baby!” from cars driving by as I ran. Yes, this may be sexist and demeaning. But, god dammit, it helps me run. So, thanks boys. Carry on.
"You should enhance your feminine side at this...
boymeetsroad replied to your photo: What does this mean exactly? I think it wants you to vajazzle. Best. Answer. Ever. Now where’s my vagazzler?
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nikesandspikes: iamnot-d: “Date a girl who runs. Date a girl who chooses to move than to let the world pass her by. She will cover the roads with you while talking about the mundane to the profound without gasping for air. She will notice and appreciate the little things: the extra cushioning of her shoes, the softness of the pavement vs concrete, or how much cooler it is to run 30 minutes...
It’s all about how you have to look a certain way or else you’re worthless. You...– Margaret Cho (via wilwheaton)
I need to move to Alaska. Stat.
142 years since we’ve had this many 90 degree days so early in the year? Super. Fucking super. Who the fuck thought of this bright idea that running would save me? Oh, yeah, me. And, it did. But, now it may kill me. Soon.
midlifecrucible replied to your post: elonatrump replied to your post: I punished myself… Whiny butt syndrome also. And, it’s a HUGE whiny butt. Bite me. ;)
elonatrump replied to your post: I punished myself for not getting my ass out of… What’s your injury? Feel free to Kik for support. :) ElonGrad97 Awwwww, thanks so much. Just having one of those days. Hard to describe my injuries. Tibia stress fracture with boot all winter. Then calf strain. Then back in the book because of heel pain. I hate starting from scratch. I want to be...
midlifecrucible replied to your post: I punished myself for not getting my ass out of… Shut up Cameron. This is not the 15 mile run of last summer. That was worse. You got a boot after that run. Dry your eyes, brush your teeth, and get off the floor. Pretty please. M’kay? G’nome sayin’? Ok, perhaps you are right. The aborted 18 last summer when I broke was worse. But, I was in better...
I punished myself for not getting my ass out of bed this morning at 5 am to run. Ran 3.1 miles at high noon. 95F, 50% humidity, 70% dew point, full sun. Hands down the worst run of my life. I cried a lot. I puked a little. Fucking awful. I’m months behind where I should be for Chicago Marathon training. Thank you injury. I hate you. The people who were always there for me when...
Last nights blind date recap: He’s been convicted of a federal crime. Just some counterfeiting. No big whoop. He was escorted out of his home on this charge by Secret Service agents. Huh. He is open to dating all age ranges. Does not discriminate. As in… his sister got really pissed at him because he was getting too cozy with her 19 year old au pair. He’s 48. So,...
So……… Holy shit. I have a blind date tonight.