3 things that suck about running

I love to run. Okay, some days I don't love to run. Yesterday was one of those days. Remember that vision of perfection Schlotzsky's sandwich that went down so smoothly for lunch yesterday? Well my four-miler that followed a few hours later almost resulted in the upchuck of all that honey chipotle goodness. About a half a mile into it, I could feel it. The wrath of my stomach ready to unleash itself all.over.thetreadmill. I pushed through all four miles. Brutal. I really didn't want to stop, and I really didn't want to postpone it and forfeit my beloved Sunday rest day. I was really just hoping that I could will it away with my mindpowers. Turns out my mindpower are weak or otherwise engaged because the second I hit the four mile mark I sprinted past  a dozen sweaty buff dudes to the gym locker room where I proceeded to gag on nothing and wait for the nausea to pass. So maybe no more foods that fall in greasy/savory category will be used for pre-run fuel. Message received, stomach. 

There are just some things that suck about running. 96% of the time it's awesome. The endorphins, the self-competition, the calorie burning, the mental benefits-great stuff y'all. But there are a few things I could do without. I am going to share them with you. In numbered list form. Because I'm organized like that. 

1. Goodbye Toenails

I love my feet. Not in a fetishy way. Calm down. But I am a girl that likes to have pretty feet. I'm the girl that gets the routine pedicure every two weeks. This has gone to complete and total crap with running. About a month after I started training for the half, I went to get a pedicure. It was glorious. The bubbles, the rubbing, there's nothing better. I over-tipped, took my happy feet home, and carried on about my week. Four days later, my feet looked  like this:

OMG. I know. I know.

Totally horrifying. Not to mention a waste of a perfectly good pedicure. While I'm not happy about it, I have come to accept it. I will probably never be the girl with the pretty feet again. But the upside to this is that it's saving me a good chunk of change, which I have chosen to spend supporting my chocolate chip addiction. 

2. My Grandma Hips

I've said it before, and I will say it again. I have bad hips. They pop and they ache. I don't know why, they just suck and I'm really interested in doing a trade-out for a new pair. I've tried a million different stretches and nothing really works. Whatever. Somehow I wound up with the hips of this lady:

Actually her hips are probably better than mine.

3. SOTHIRSTYALLTHETIME

I drink a ton of water. It's pretty much all I drink, except for the milk in my cereal and of course a little recreational alcohol. I don't drink sodas because they are too deliciously addicting and I'd rather spend my calories on a hamburger. On a normal day, I'm drinking at least five water bottles (about 85 ounces, and yes I pee all.the.time.) So you can imagine when I'm running this is multiplied by like five million. It makes me SO thirsty. So I'm drinking and drinking and peeing and peeing and it's a vicious cycle that they say is good for you but it's mainly just annoying. Not to mention trying to drink while running. Hats off to those of you that have it figured out. Because around a half a mile, the thirst hits, and I look like a flipping moron fumbling to grab my water bottle and chug while still breathing and running and trying not to die and it's just a total mess. I'm hoping that at some point this becomes easier. 

So those are my three. And those little annoyances are really not so bad. The pros definitely outweigh the cons when it comes to running. 

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This has been such a solid weekend. A perfect blend of laziness and fun and dancing. Lots of dancing. (That's probably not so good for my grandma hips either.) Last night I enjoyed a little girl's night out with a friend, which was a good excuse to tear the tags off a dress I impulse bought at Target about a month ago. 

(Recreational calories)

Okay when a band is called The Boogies and they
are all outfitted in either leotards or bell bottoms,
YOU HAVE TO TAKE A PICTURE.

Well I'll be honest. I've been thinking about Chipotle the entire time I've been writing this so I'm going to go satisfy that craving. 

LOVE&HUGS,

Nat