I'm in a funk. Of no time. And wasted time. And traveling time. running time. sweating time. complaining time. you know, the usual. I apparently rarely have time for capitalizing letters. or planning for camp. Or shopping on the internet. Or stalking something I want. Or probably shaving my legs.
Since I got home from San Diego I've also been cursing this hot ass city and how I think I'm genetically predisposed to cooler climates, jackets, the beach, and running. It makes me a better person. These are not new revelations. Just ones that I feel I should share.
I didn't win the SD half. I came in 3rd. Better luck next year.
I kid I kid. I came in... 6606. But, the time on my watch was like 8 mins faster than the "official race time" (not that I'm counting either time as fast.) What I'm trying to say is... I came in 3rd. Or at least like 6599. It's the little things.
Like stealing pictures. Which I absolutely did NOT do... Amanoa did it. That bitch be crazy.