a formal introduction

I'd like to introduce to you my new best friend.  My SPI belt.  I LOVE this thing.  I used it for the first time this morning and I didn't even know it was there.  It's a fanny pack.  I know it looks real tiny but that pocket is unbelievably stretchy.  I put my phone in there this morning just to try it out and forgot it was even on.  When I got it I wanted to see how big it got and I could easily fit my phone, deodorant, keys, and toothpaste in it.  I was in the bathroom and those were the closest things.  I don't really run with hygiene products.  You're supposed to stink when you run, remember?  Another lady wore perfume to the gym today.  I wanted to poke her in the eye.  I made it halfway at two miles and had to stop before I literally died.  Two miles, 14:34.  If I'd have known it would be so short I would have pushed harder.  My sinuses still burn and I can't stop sneezing.  Allergies blow.  Since I had extra time I forced myself to do weights instead of going back to bed and it was nice.  It's been too long.  I did discover this morning that I don't really care for the iPod armband.  Maybe I just need to get used to it but it drove me nuts.

I should probably always wear make up to hide the rocky mountains, but I have skipped it the last couple days in hopes of clearer skin.  I look like something out of a horror movie.

Last night I watched American Idol with my marathon buddy again.  By "watched American Idol" I mean we sat and talked through the whole thing, checked out each other's new running gear, and did core workouts like planks and headstands.  I'm a master headstander.  Oh and I wanted to try out Jamie's new self tanner so we put it on one leg.  It's hot.  We are a lot funnier than Idol.  Especially this year.  Did Steven Tyler really tell JLo not to tell people they suck?  Some of them need a reality check.

I am ordering shot bloks for Jamie and I to try out.  We are getting black cherry because that's the flavor that The Hungry Runner Girl recommended.  I hope they are bomb.  What do you think of them?  Do they help?  Tomorrow morning we will be up at the horrible hour of 5 am to go running.  5 am feels like getting your hand stapled to a desk.  5 am on a Saturday feels like getting your hand stapled to your desk while drinking bleach and being lit on fire.  12 miles baby.  And I am so excited!  Bring on the bleach drinks and who doesn't like fire?  We are going to try the outside thing again because the gym doesn't open until 7:30.  If you see a girl with green five finger shoes, a giant hoodie, one super tan leg and the Rocky Mountain on her chin laying on the side of the road, please stop and make sure she isn't dead.  Thanks.