I really wish my friends weren’t runners. Life would be easier if I wasn’t so fucking competitive or if they weren’t runners. On Tuesday I will sign up to run my first 1/2 marathon. The best part, this has slipped me back into my obsessive self, meaning I spent 2 hours today planning my exercise routine for the next 4 months in order to prepare for this damn torturous event. I even got out the blender and put in on the counter, in an effort to prepare breakfast. I hate appliances sitting on the counter.

13.6- what the fuck am I thinking?