{when you don’t have anything nice to say…}

{when you don’t have anything nice to say…}

… don’t say anything at all.

Hi. I know it has been a while. Three months and five days, to be exact. Let me fill you in on what has been happening:

  • I trained for a marathon
  • I got roped into running Reach the Beach, and it was amazing
  • I ran a marathon on October 1st
  • I finished said marathon and have a pretty glass medal to show for it
  • I have no fucks to give about this

Whaaaaaaaaa?… yes, that’s right. I ran a marathon, MY FIRST, and I just can’t bring myself to give a fuck. But here’s a picture, anyway.

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That’s a fake smile, something like fake news. It’s not real. It’s just a smile for the camera. Now do you understand why I didn’t want to say anything?

Training in summer heat and humidity is NOT my idea of a good time. Good company makes it easier, and I certainly had good company throughout my training (as well as during the marathon). But I’m a delicate flower who wilts in the heat. I’m also a sweaty beast, and just felt gross, all. of. the. time. These seem like contradictory things, delicate and beastly, but I can assure you, they are not.

And it has been more than just hot-as-balls training… I’ve been really busy at work. Like… REALLY BUSY. Been-bringing-home-work-at-night and I-regret-taking-two-days-off-to-run-a-marathon, busy. It’s really fun being this busy…………………….

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And I created and launched a women’s apparel and accessories online shop called Her Tribe Athletics with a fellow runner. We have cute headbands that I painstakingly make by hand, and we screen print really cute tank tops that are very comfortable to sweat in. You should buy something. Now. Right now. No, I’m not kidding. The Shopify app hasn’t made the cash register noise in two days. Please buy something.

I also just… feel like shit. I’ve made it no secret that I feel all the feels and see someone for it. Well… I’ve been feeling all the feels, and I’m feeling quite tired and weighed-down from all the feels, and even exercise hasn’t helped. Such is life. I have to remind myself to be grateful for my physical health, and the fact that I didn’t break into a million tiny pieces while running 26.2 miles.

So there you have it. I’m still alive. I’m still running (except, not for the next three weeks as I recover from running Wineglass Marathon, before I start training for the Disney Marathon). And I guess I’m still writing in my blog, although sporadically.

I didn’t mention that I had the idea to start a book this summer… well… I think I did it backwards. I’ll post some of my copy in here first. Because it’s funny. Or, I think it is, anyway. And maybe my friend Jill will think it’s funny, because she told me once that she thinks my blog posts are funny. (Hi, Jill!)

BTW, bravo to JILL for running her first half marathon the weekend I ran my first full. I’m jealous AF that she got to run just 13.1 miles, and that she killed it with a blistering 2:30 finish time. If I ever decide to run again, I will NEVER be that fast.

Best,
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