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After my recent obsession with finding cool 5ks to run in, I somehow shanghaied Adam into promising to come with me to all of them and be there for happy support. He’s also thinking about running a few of them.
ME: Ohmygoodness, I just found the best 5k ever.
ADAM: That I will run in. Afterward I want one taco for every time I scowl at you for having to be up before 6am.
ME: You can have them!
ADAM: Where are you going to get a billion tacos?
We’ll see how this goes. Regardless, I found my September Race.
I was home in Michigan for a few weeks visiting my family, and I can’t get over how much I love that place. It was so nice to just relax and hang out with my sister and stare at Baa’s adorable face until he got annoyed and left the room to finish his cigar.
I ran my first 5k last weekend with my cousins, and I can’t believe I waited this long to ever run an actual race! I had some farm-fresh chocolate milk afterward, which was killer. I had a blast and immediately started making a list of all of these upcoming races I wanted to run—I would totally love to do one a month to keep me motivated and running. Some of my favorites?
I used Run Locator to search for 5ks near me!
Notice that all of these 5ks are in the Dallas, TX area? That’s because I moved back for school (and so I could go on actual dates with Adam.) Nothing like having to wake up at 7:30 to run or risk certain death running in triple-digit heat—so excited to be here! I fell in love with Dallas last fall and can’t wait to get to know it a little more.
Did I miss any crazy cool runs in the North Texas area? Are you a champion 5k runner and have some tips?
I’m home right now with my family, and I didn’t realize how gorgeous it was here until I left and came back. My dad didn’t realize how much he appreciated not finding my clothes all over the house until I came back either.
Oh, the plans I have.
Listen, I know I’ve been sort of silent lately, but that’s all about to change. I have been pulling things together and thinking things up and scribbling notes all over the place because this blog is coming back with a vengeance come September. Possibly even sooner. I’ll just have it together by September.
Together, according to my mom, is when you have everything running smoothly and are being responsible at all times. According to her I’ve never had it together, but we’ll see.
If anyone has any ideas for a less exciting update than this one, please, point me to them.
Good Graces by Lesley Kagen
I loved the prequel to this book, Whistling in the Dark. This is one of those books that feels like apple pie, which is my favorite flavor of book. I think my next addition to 20 before 25 is going to include a book vacation, where I bring a tent and about 20 apple pie books into the wilderness, and then just read all day while doing things like sunning myself on a large rock and floating down the river on an inflatable mattress. While reading the whole time, and only taking breaks to make s’mores and build tiny tents for my squirrel friends.
Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson
This is the book written by the Bloggess, which if you aren’t already reading you will be now. I was going to link my favorite posts, but I started to get lost reading her blog like I always do, so just start with the Angry Transvestite Lego Army and go from there.
Wild by Cheryl Strayed
This is a memoir about the author’s six-month solo hike on the Pacific Crest Trail. It made me want to go hiking really badly and also never go hiking ever again ever.
Let’s talk about what I haven’t watched yet: The Hunger Games. I know, I can’t believe it either. I read and loved all of the books, but somehow I just haven’t made it to the theater yet. Someone in Minnesota come and pick me up, I think I have a mental block.
The Nikon 1. I’ve wanted a really nice camera for a long time (although right now I’m good with my birthday Holga :). I don’t know the quality of pictures I’ll end up with using it, I’ve barely researched it at all, but it’s just so attractive. I want to lick it. If I had one right now, the very first thing I would do would be to lick it.
That I had a treehouse cabin to vacation in. Wishing that so hard right now. I would make pancakes and play banjo music on one of those boomboxes people used to carry around on their shoulders (which they still do on Nick at Nite. Nick at Nite is a real life alternate universe, by the way, and as soon as I figure out how to get there you’re invited. For pancakes.)
Baked Asparagus Fries. I mean, are you joking? I can’t tell you with any certainty that I would lick these before the Nikon 1, but there’s a good chance. I don’t want to make any promises, is what I’m saying.
Let’s start off by saying that I was totally responsible on the night of my 21st birthday and did not end up giving people high fives in the streets and definitely didn’t demand that Adam take anywhere from ten to thirty pictures of me on a giant ceramic jackalope, at a bar coincidentally called the Jackalope.
Although, if we’d like to keep up this tradition of honesty between us, I’ll have to say that I probably did do those things, but to be extra honest, I probably would have done them regardless of whether or not it was my twenty-first birthday and all that that implies. Also, it wasn’t even that weird, because 6th street in Austin is the definition of a total mess. I’m pretty sure I counted at least seven policehorseman and 100+ woo girls, so, I was being unbelievably responsible in contrast.
I think things like:
You should really do your laundry.
And write a post about your birthday trip.
And do Insta-Wednesday already, because you took a ton of pictures and it’s already Thursday.
And maybe clean your room a little bit, or at least pick up that coffee mug that’s been sitting in the same spot for let’s-not-think-about-how-long.
And I don’t want to do any of those things just yet, and that’s okay, but it hasn’t stopped me from feeling guilty about not doing them quite yet.
Tonight, instead, I think.
I’ll take a shower. And paint my toenails. And watch Easy A. And have some blackberries.
And not feel guilty about it at all.
