Blah Blah Blahg: February 2012

Is anyone out there?

Hi again. I apologize for falling off the face of the earth for two months. So many completely thrilling things have happened to me since my last blahg post. That’s a lie. Nothing has happened. That’s also a lie. Some things have happened I guess.

Most importantly, I turned 21 on Christmas eve. On that day, I also threw up approximately 10 times. Hey, stomach bug! Most people spend their 21^st birthday throwing up alcohol. I spent it throwing up… not alcohol.

We also caught a rat in our house in Oxford. So that I don’t get sued and stuff, I’ll refrain from posting the video I took of the suffering fella. By the way, “rat” = 3 inch baby mouse.

And lastly, I’ve still been RUNNING! You may recall from a few posts back, that I announced to the world that I’ll be running a half marathon on March 4. Well, March 4^th is SUNDAY! It’s fine if you’re shocked that I’ve stuck with it. But I couldn’t bail. A few things to clarify that you’re probably wondering about:

(Meredith gets annoyed when I tweet about running. I hate to be that girl. But I’m allowed to blahg about it because this is my blahg. It’s where I write about myself and you non-forcefully read about myself. Neat!)

A. I’m still slow. BUT I’ve improved so much! When I started, I could run for only one minute at a time with a one and a half minute break in between runs. Now, I run about 7 of the 13 miles! I get that that’s technically not “running” a half marathon if I’m walking 6 of the miles. But hey, hatas gonna hate. You’re sitting right now. I’m probably running. Nah, probably not.

Look at my tennis shoes. WAH!

B. I still think I’m crazy for signing up for this gig. Every run I go on requires pretty much a day’s worth of mental preparation and a few hours worth of procrastinative “getting-ready” time—because it’s so miz.

C. My tennis shoes rock. They’re super electric. Boogie woogie woogie woogie.

D. Out of 17,000 people running the race, I have come to terms with the fact that I may come in last place.

E. I CAN’T WAIT TO BE DONE!

If you feel like coming to New Orleans for the occasion, consider this your invitation. I ask, however, that you: 1) Don’t cheer for me. I don’t like being watched. 2) Find a place to stay.

Hey Turcotte. Just thought I'd give you a loving shout-out. For the rest of you: Megan Turcotte was my roommate this summer. HAY ROOMMATE. She's the hippest human EV and she's weird.

And now, a few pictures I found on my phone for your viewing pleasure.