Yup, definitely just said that. And my husband immediately posted it on facebook. Oh social networking, you make sharing all of my stupid comments so easy. Darn peanut butter meltaways and their flaky chunks of peanut butter near my lowish cut top. (On a side note, this top was not nearly so low cut when I bought it. I HATE YOU PREGNANCY BOOBS!)
Oh yes, my parents would be so proud if they found my blog. So proud.
So this morning my normal running partner bailed because her IT band was causing problems. The idea of doing any miles alone, much less 5 made me whiny and grouchy (it was raining hard), so I texted my bff at 5:15 AM and she actually agreed to meet me at a nearish park for a quick 2 mile run. And I do mean quick! We were having so much fun that I accidentally shaved about 45 seconds off of my mile time. So now I’m slightly faster than a snail! Woo!
Tomorrow M and I will tackle the 5 miles before dawn. I’m loving the sun coming up earlier because now we get lots of sunshine and a glorious sunrise by the ends of our runs. I am supposed to use a full spectrum lamp to prevent depression, but I always forget, so it’s nice to get some natural sunlight instead.
Rant (feel free to skip):
In other news, those of you on Twitter may have noticed that I loathe State Farm Insurance. They are apparently canceling our insurance because we made a claim. I don’t understand how that is reasonable, but it really pissed me off, especially when our agent was super rude about it. I will never understand how insurance works, but I think it might be the evil empire (my husband totally works for an insurance company. I tell him he’s evil all the time. He loves it, really.).
I have a problem. My Garmin heart rate strap chafed me like woah on my bra line and now it is itchy as sin. I walk around all day scratching at my side like a monkey. Really, why am I allowed out in public? My husband needs a job so I can be kept at home safely away from normal people.
Finally, I love all your confessions! It sounds like we’ve all accidentally taken a trip to the maternity clothing well! You all made my slow dragging day so much better with your hilarious comments. So to thank you, here’s one final confession from me:
So, anyone need to rant? Got a funny story to share? What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever found in your bra?