I’m running a marathon in 8 days.
There is something wrong with my left calf.
I pulled my old running shoes out of the donation box to One World Running at work. I think I’m taking them to run the marathon in because I hate my new shoes. I have 178 miles in them. I’m not sure if I can take anymore. The shoe situation is a little nerve racking.
I can’t take both so I’m committing. Today. Because at 3 AM I have to fly to Dallas to do a photo booth at a high school reunion.
That’s right, I’m a traveling photo booth now also.
On Sunday we go to New York City where I’m going to take my boyfriend to a musical despite his insistence that they are way too expensive.
Then we’re going to go to DC where I’m going to run a marathon after spending 10 days walking around NYC and DC.
I’m really happy the government took their heads out of their asses for at least a few days so that I can go to the monuments and run a marathon I’m not trained for.
Last year I ran a marathon and only ran 30 miles in the six weeks before. I’ve managed to run 80 miles in the six weeks before this year, but I don’t feel like I’m any better off. I am still using it as an excuse to eat bread all day long every day between now and then.
We’re getting kicked out of our house. The homeowners hate us. I stood in the kitchen and cried because we had no cinnamon the other night but I was really crying over my house. I love my house so much. Word of warning to the next person interested in renting the home at:
2167 Cornelian Dr, South Lake Tahoe, CA 96150
The homeowners are old, insane, and unwilling to communicate. I know the kitchen is beautiful but their shit ain’t worth it.
I leave tomorrow and I’m frankly a little nervous about the next month and a half:
I am out of town 31 of those 43 days. Oof.
I have 4 weddings to shoot. YAY!
I have 1 marathon to run. Um….
Thanksgiving will happen. YES.
I will be in my store for 12 hours over Black Friday. Again.
I will live in two different houses and I will move, knowing full and well that I’m probably going to have to move again in six months and this very thought makes me tired.
This thought also makes me tired: one day I won’t have to work holidays. Can I just have a holiday? For once? In my life? Please?
I’m trying to buy a house and I just handed over all my financial information to some stranger whose going to analyze it and then try to decide if I am financially responsible enough to be a home owner. I’m probably not.
If I do buy a house, I’m going to celebrate and buy this to go in it. Megs, don’t be mad, I’m in love with it too.
I’m also getting some chickens. I’m gonna be that person.
Why isn’t it snowing yet?
Gonna need a lot of this: