So I Decided to Run a Half Marathon...
Because I thought it would be a good way to meet boys. It wasn't. But it would be a GREAT way for boys to meet girls. It would be easy. Of course it's going to cost them months of training and they have to figure out a way to fundraise what most people would consider an obscene amount of money. Like $3900.
Ok, ok I didn't do it soley to meet boys. I've always wanted to run a half marathon. It was one of my two physical fitness goals. (The other being a pull-up, which I realize is never going to happen.) And I'd raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, and since I have a friend who is a Lymphoma survivor, all the more reason to do it.
So I'm going to do it. Sunday. This FREAKING Sunday in San "Hilly as Hell" Francisco.
I'm going to run the farthest I've ever run: 13.1 miles.
I'll being visualizing the Gillies Special all the way through because on the back of the iPod that my friends gave me if says There's Gillies at the finish line. Which I realize isn't exactly true, but I can pretend.
Along with my other mantras: "Jenny Boom!" and "I am fucking awesome!" (Yup. I say that to myself when my legs turn into bricks That's totally embarassing.)
I'm running the Nike Women's Half Marathon, so therefore, it only makes sense that a bunch of hunky guys will be standing at the finish line to hand me my medal, a Tiffany's necklace in one of those fabulous turquoise boxes.
And there will be a pasta party! And a victory party! Followed by the NYC "Misbehaving Party!"
I'm excited.
It's been the hardest freaking thing I've ever done. Running this much. Raising nearly $4500.
But it's been good times:
-Wine Tasting in my apartment: complete with a book of maps that I pass around and brownies for the Cabernet Sauvignon AND the Kevin and Bethany dance showcase and the airator, man that thing was cool
-A pie eating contest: 15 jell-o chocolate pudding pies, 3 people, a total of 5 1/2 eaten. The winner, who consumer 3 pies, puked. He totes deserved the gift card. Sticking my face in pudding felt pretty nice. Like a really sticky, lickable facial mask. I probably wouldn't do it again. (But sign me up for the San Genarro canoli eating contest next year and I'll blow those professional eaters out of the water.)
-$484 in brownie sales at my office, and the 6th floor begging for more.
-getting "support" e-mails, which means someone else has donated. "WHO DO I LOVE TODAY?!?!"
Ok, ok I didn't do it soley to meet boys. I've always wanted to run a half marathon. It was one of my two physical fitness goals. (The other being a pull-up, which I realize is never going to happen.) And I'd raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, and since I have a friend who is a Lymphoma survivor, all the more reason to do it.
So I'm going to do it. Sunday. This FREAKING Sunday in San "Hilly as Hell" Francisco.
I'm going to run the farthest I've ever run: 13.1 miles.
I'll being visualizing the Gillies Special all the way through because on the back of the iPod that my friends gave me if says There's Gillies at the finish line. Which I realize isn't exactly true, but I can pretend.
Along with my other mantras: "Jenny Boom!" and "I am fucking awesome!" (Yup. I say that to myself when my legs turn into bricks That's totally embarassing.)
I'm running the Nike Women's Half Marathon, so therefore, it only makes sense that a bunch of hunky guys will be standing at the finish line to hand me my medal, a Tiffany's necklace in one of those fabulous turquoise boxes.
And there will be a pasta party! And a victory party! Followed by the NYC "Misbehaving Party!"
I'm excited.
It's been the hardest freaking thing I've ever done. Running this much. Raising nearly $4500.
But it's been good times:
-Wine Tasting in my apartment: complete with a book of maps that I pass around and brownies for the Cabernet Sauvignon AND the Kevin and Bethany dance showcase and the airator, man that thing was cool
-A pie eating contest: 15 jell-o chocolate pudding pies, 3 people, a total of 5 1/2 eaten. The winner, who consumer 3 pies, puked. He totes deserved the gift card. Sticking my face in pudding felt pretty nice. Like a really sticky, lickable facial mask. I probably wouldn't do it again. (But sign me up for the San Genarro canoli eating contest next year and I'll blow those professional eaters out of the water.)
-$484 in brownie sales at my office, and the 6th floor begging for more.
-getting "support" e-mails, which means someone else has donated. "WHO DO I LOVE TODAY?!?!"
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