YEeeeeeahhh.

Three mutha fuckin’ miles!

How did people run before ipods? at two miles I was bored out of my mind! Dixie Chicks actually pulled me through. The last mile one of the boys joined me and pushed me to finish.

Oh and by the way, texting and running is not a good idea. I started in the middle of the track and somehow ended up taking a digger into the cement runner along the track!  Oh, and if you do get a text from me that says, ‘doo usrkd ick’, it means, “no, i’m not home yet. i will text you after i stretch out and smoke a cig.’ and ‘der’ means, “LOL, that’s funny, now leave me alone and quit making my phone vibrate in my sports bra!”

Note to self: 1. go pee before you leave. 2. the track on the right side is fully flooded by 9:47pm. 3. When you hear someone yelling at you to slow down for a second, it’s not a mass murderer and there is no reason to scream like a ninny and run faster.

Running is still moronic, but I’m starting to like it. Shut up.