Video Day!

Crossfit

I don't think I'll ever be able to give birth, you want to know why? Because this morning I woke up and wanted to cry from all the pain I was in. My back, my arms, my legs, my stomach, just everything hurts. And all from some damn push-ups, chin-ups, squats, and kettle-bell swings.

I mean, I like crossfit and everything, but when the palm of your hand starts to come off and you can't really tell if your arms are still attatched... thats when it all goes down hill.

It hurts to sleep, it hurts to shower, and if I hold my arm up long enough it starts to shake (long enough being about 10 seconds) so basically it hurts to feed myself as well.

And this is why I love cross country and track.

Blogging

Blogging, instead of inspiring me to write deep, insightful one liners such as - "to live is to breathe, to breathe is to think outside the box," has made me realize that even though I think that my life is incredibly funny and interesting, it really isn't.

I sit down each day eager and earnest to write about my experiences, and when it's finally all typed out and I read it over for embarrassing spelling mistakes I find myself falling asleep with the mere commonality of it all.

I mean, I have nothing interesting going on in my life, I'm not a raging alcoholic, I don't have multiple personalities, there are no axe weilding maniacs out to get me, I don't go to crazy parties.... so what does someone like me entertain the masses with?

I haven't the foggiest - but I can tell all about my weekend :)
Friday: ran the first 10k of my life = hella fun {broke the school record with 36:52}
Saturday: ran my third 5k of the season pr'd by more than 10 seconds with 17:49}
Sunday: watched movies and ate the most unhealthy food I could find

all in all it was bomb.

My Apparently Ex Make Believe Boyfriend.

So, my apparently-ex-make-believe boyfriend, told me to 'blog' about him, and since I have no entertainment value other than the fact I can pull beautifully fabricated stories out of my ass, here I am.

Now, when I say "apparently-ex" I mean that I think we broke up, I remember a conversation with various emoticons and lots of exclamations points, a few 'lols' here and there and a lot of 'hahahahahaha's" (those were mostly mine) and amidst all the chat speak and laughing out loud I think we broke up... which brings me to my next point.

When I say "make believe boyfriend," I don't mean imaginary, because people other than me could see him and I'm not 8. When I say "make believe" I mean he told his dad that we were going out, without notifying said girlfriend in question; ie: me. (was that sentance even proper grammar?)

And when I say, "told his dad that we were going out," what I really mean is, "told me that he told his dad that we were going out." Now the fact that he told his dad may be true or false, but regardless, that fact is the epicenter of this whole confusing mess of hyphens, parentheses, and quotation marks. (And of course a few good LOL's thrown in for good measure)

I'm not sure where this story was going, but I'm going to re-route it much as a plumber would re-route... er... plumbing...

Anyways, I would like to go into detail about the facts of out relationship (when I first wrote that I accidentally typed relationshit and have decided to add it to my vocabulary)and the train of events that led to our breakup, but I really have no idea what was going on, I'm mostly just around for a good laugh.

And I good laugh I be.

Here comes the grammar police after that last one, I better book it before they break down the door and beat me to death with phrases, clauses, and anything other part of the english language I may have abused in the duration of this post.

post script: the BLT turkey wraps from the c-store are disgusting, buy one at your own risk.

Post Post Script: I blogged about you, friend :) smile!