Wednesday Morning Randomness
I ran in the Marine Corp Half a week and a half ago, and had a blast. I ran a little bit slower than my usual pace, but I was able to run the entire time, a new for me for anything over a 5k. I anticipated having many badges of pride to take home with me: a finishers medal, a tech t-shirt, a few dozen turkey sandwiches from Fireshouse Sub. I had no idea about this little bonus:
Yup, I’ve finally joined the elite group of runners whose toenails begin to turn black. And if that wasn’t enough, check this out:
The good news is that it only looks like I’m wearing purple polish on my toe and not the true bruised hues that lurk underneath. I did get a pedicure last weekend, and the woman who was doing it attempted to rub and scrub the liking crud out of my toes, me squirming in my vibrating chair. I tried not to kick her in my inability to simply say, “Please don’t do that. It hurts.” Why can’t I just say when I’m being injured? I’m too intimidated. No reasoning behind it. Darn that passive personality.
Yesterday morning I finished watching the Real Housewives of New York Reunion on my iPad while running my 4 miles. I’ve become totally enamored with this franchise. Don’t get me wrong, I cannot wait to get back to my Housewives of Atlanta and my “in my head best friend” Nene.
After watching 5 seasons of Housewives in approximately one month, I have learned three things:
- Money can’t buy you class
- I am glad that I’m not a lady who lunches
- I think that I want to be Heather Thomson when I grow up! She’s fabulous!