Don't mind if I do.
You know how I like to pretend like I'm a fairly active and healthy person? Yeah, that's a big fat lie. Cause this is what I had for lunch...
But the thing is you aren't allowed to judge because when On the Border emails you and is like "Hey Natalie, ditch that spreadsheet and come join us for some free cheese and stuff" you just do it. Because saying no is rude.
I'm just now catching up on last week's Grey's Anatomy and am I the only one who is really really loving seeing Peyton Sawyer in those navy blue scrubs???? I mean, One Tree Hill meshing with Grey's?! It's like ABC has been reading my diary.
Hell to the yes.
(PS: Someone remind me to re-watch all the seasons of One Tree Hill. You know, in my spare time.)
Y'all last night I had the most annoying run of all time. No, I wasn't tired. No, my legs didn't hurt. No, my lungs didn't feel like they were going to explode...
It was THIS:
You stupid, worthless, world's WORST excuse for a "ponytail holder."
Somehow, I got to the gym after work and this was the ONLY ponytail holder that I had in my possession. Which is ridiculous because every single other day of my life I have at least 97 pony tail holders (in every shape, sizes, and color) posing as accessories on my wrist. Tres chic, I know. Anyways, I don't know how in the hell this happened, but that one measly, might as well have been a piece of floss did the absolute CRAPPIEST job of keeping my hair up. Like so crappy I plan on writing a letter to the manufacturer. Yes, I think I'll do that while I'm re-watching One Tree Hill.
Anyways, I literally had to run while simultaneously re-doing my ponytail every single quarter mile for FOUR MILES. That is approximately 16 pony tail adjustments. While running. Not easy folks. Not easy. Lesson learned here: throw at least a dozen pony tail holders into each and every bag/purse/pocket you possess. Just in case. Then I went to BodyPump which was awesome and almost killed me but then this song came on during the biceps track and it pumped me up and I somehow managed to survive.
(Note to self: MUST add to next race day playlist.)
Now I'm off to yet another embarrassingly early bed time because I'm forcing myself back to yet another 5am spin class. Because 5am isn't enough of a challenge on it's own.