Please Let My Toenails Grow Back Before The Cruise…

3 Nov

I’m ready to admit that my foot modeling days are officially over (they actually never started).   Seriously, I hope my toenails are in good standing by the time we go on our cruise.  I don’t understand it.  I don’t have sweaty feet.  I keep them totally naked (no polish).  I even put the anti-fungal poison crap on twice a day, religiously.  What the heck?!

Whatever.  Let’s move on.

It’s funny because every time I tell Mick he should get a flu shot, he gets testy with me.  I got one so he should get one, right?  He hates needles.  Big, strong man hates baby needles…  But he should get one cause the dork always gets a bad viral cootie every winter.  What’s funny is I normally won’t get one either because I’ve gotten some in the past and I don’t like the way the shot site hurts for 2-3 days after.  Besides I drink Airborne and I suck on the Pink Himalayan Sea Salt my mom gave me.  I didn’t plan on getting the shot but I did get one unplanned while shopping at Sam’s Club.  The shot itself never hurts.  For kicks, I rubbed the crap out of my delt after the shot in hopes of aleviating some of the soreness.  Either it worked or the chick didn’t give me enough juice because I  had absolutely NO soreness.  Cha!  I mean, Shaaa!

Do you have a tattoo artist?  I do.  Actually, I have two that I really like.  Their names are Spiz and Curtis.  I left a message for Curtis to call me back because I’m ready to get my “13.1” and my “26.2” tattoos.  I’ve earned ’em.  I’m not a bumper sticker type of girl.  I like ink!

This morning, I threw on a J Crew long sleeve grey shirt with sequins and paired it with BKE Stella jeans (should have worn skinnies).  Closed the deal with some Skechers boots.  I thought I looked cuter than this but now that I’m looking at the picture, I looked like a total goofus.

See the dress hanging on the door to the left?  I need to put it back in the basement, but…I’m a procrastinator.  I fished that old bridesmaid’s dress out because I had high hopes that Roo Dog (16 year old son) would wear it for Halloween.  I always think it’s a hoot when boys dress as girls.  That’s an instant success/laugh in my eyes.  Instead, the young punk wore a skeleton mask made for a 5 year old and a sweatshirt.  I wouldn’t have given him candy but people did.

After working so hard at the sweatshop (not really), I was able to get a haircut and highlight.  Thank goodness for the lightbox because I needed it today.  It was just an awful, ugly day.  Here’s a picture from where I rested under a blowdryer.

The sky looked like it wanted to drop some showers on us all day.  It was seriously dreary.  I was bummed because I just didn’t feel like running in the cold.  I knew that in order to be comfortable for the majority of the run, I’d have to wear enough clothing where I’d be cold for the first 3 miles.  I hate being cold so I was sure I’d blow off running outside.  The idea of the TM just makes me cringe.

Glad I got my hair did but bummed I didn’t ask her to keep the highlights mild.  Probably too light which means I’ll be coming back sooner for more maintenance…

At 5:25pm, I ran 10.34 miles with an average mile/minute of 8:04.

I’m not sure why but I felt awesome on my run.  I could breathe, for one (I had a hard time yesterday).  It was about 45 degrees (felt like 39) and windy and dark for most of the run.  Maybe it was because I wore my marathon pants from October 16th and the tech shirt from that race.  That was a good day.

Sucks because this coming Sunday is daylight savings time so we’ll “fall back” (gain an hour) but that means it’ll get darker sooner.  Mick’s got “people”.  These “people” are just waiting for me to run in the dark so they can easily get away with running me over.  You know, so Mick can collect all the insurance $.  He smiles when I tease him about it but I wonder…

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