almost there...

Best week of training ever. I don't have to run. Not one single solitary mile.

Until Sunday at which point I will collapse into a heap and die from broken legs.

Oh well, it's been ... an experience.

I will never forget it.

Nope.

permanent

I try to decorate here and there, mostly at my house, and sometimes it turns out looking nice. Other times it can be quite disastrous. Anyhow. I have this problem that comes along with decorating. I'm scared to put holes in the walls. You see, of all of the places I have ever lived (which is countless let me assure you) I was never allowed to put holes in the walls. This was fine. I managed with super glue (just kidding) and duct tape (not kidding). Most things stayed put. But mostly I didn't hang things on the walls. Just didn't do it.

Even now that we have a house there are only a few precious things hanging on the walls. I think the reason I don't hang things on our walls is because it is permeant. Once it's up, it's up. There is no going back. It also means that we are staying in our house for longer than a year (I don't really even remember the last time I lived in one place for a year straight, maybe when I was 10, who knows. I don't). For some reason this scares me a little bit. While I love the fact that we have a beautiful home and I love that we are staying here for longer than I have lived anywhere else in over a decade, it is still a little terrifying to be so ... permeant. Hanging things on the walls only shows that yes, yes indeed, this is our permanent home and we will be here.

So anyway, the other day the hubs and I were out and about with gift card money (the best kind there is) and stumbled across some super cute decorations for our bedroom. We bought them (again an amazing feat as I only looked up and said, "I like those!" and not even two whole minutes later we were buying them. Crazy, I know!). We decided it (our bedroom) needed a little bit of pizzazz and finally mustered up the courage to buy (and keep) some decorations.

I would show you a before picture, except I can't seem to find one. So just imagine a blank blue wall above black head board. Cause that's what it looked like before.

Before picture:

insert the image you see in your head of an empty blue wall with a black headboard on it.

After picture:

No more empty blue wall... no sir. It's a good thing I like this new decor considering as how I just poked 900 little holes in the wall above our bed and am stuck with it either way : )

the locker

So, I really shouldn't be doing this right now: writing that is... at least on here... But I can't help myself. I just have to. I feel like it helps me keep my sanity. That or it's just a really wonderful procrastination tool that makes me feel like I'm being productive. Really, it's a win win. Procrastinate while doing something good and useful. right.

Anyhow. I went running the other day (I seem to be finding myself doing an awful lot of running lately...) and it was miserable. As always. Cause really, can running ever be fun? I think not. I am still trying to figure out how I am going to manage to drag my feet across 13 miles of pavement in less than 10 hours. O, where have my smarts gone? So yes. I went running. I have been going straight to run after I get out of school (that way I avoid the large and busy crowds and just get it over and done with, both of which I quite like). Usually I lug my purse, coat, scarf, hat, mittens, and bag of workout clothes around with me (but really it's not a bag of workout clothes that I'm totting around the gym because I've just changed out of my school clothes into my workout clothes, so I suppose it would be more accurate to say "totting around my back of school clothes"). Either way, I am lugging a lot around. So one day I had the genius idea to utilize the lockers that are available for use in the ladies locker room. I was all excited and crammed all of my crap in the little cubby/locker thingy. Then I set the code. Thankfully I was bright enough to test my combination out before locking my precious belongings in the locker. It worked. I shut the door and left.

Five hours later after I finished my three mile run I went to get my stuff. And the locker wouldn't open. I kept trying and trying but to no avail, my locker was broken. So I tried the one next to it, hoping for better luck. It opened, but there was nothing in it so of course it was going to open. I tried the next one and the next one ... None of them were working, or if they were it was like the second on, there was nothing in it. not so helpful. I decided the best thing for me to do would be to leave. Forget about my stuff, who needs it anyway.

Wait. I do. That's right. My keys are in there and I would need those to get home. After seven more hours of fiddling with the dang lockers I retuned to the original one. The one that was broken. And guess what? It wasn't broken any more. It just went "pop!" and opened right on up and my bags and fluffy coat came tumbling out. Lovely. I just wasted ten hours of my life trying to get a freakin' locker door open. Why it didn't cooperate in the first place I will never know. ... maybe I'm supposed to be working on my patience? who knows.

But yes. That is my locker story. I'm pretty sure I won't be using the lockers any more.