BUT since my new calendar ends the week on sundays, like some heathen (i promise i went to catholic school...lightning may strike me), i have the tallies on sundays. tallies. ha, it's been one week.
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so 8.07 miles into the 2013. that's only like ninetymillion to go. but really. and yes i do math for my job and yes, i am sticking to ninetymillion.
friday was 3 miles. with BOMF. i actually got my ass out of bed at the cold dark hour of 445. yes you read that properly. 445. it was 30 degrees when i got in the car.
side note my car tells me when it's cold outside. ya know by blinking the dashboard at me and chiming. AS IF I DON'T KNOW IT'S BLOODY FREEZING.
the run went well. my knee didn't bother me, but good lousy atlanta has a lot of hills. i wasn't last and i didn't die. so that's a win.
saturday i would like a pat on the back for because i went to TWO targets and tjmaxx and bought no clothing. NOTHING. i was seriously tempted, but i bought nothing. i don't think people are allowed to go in target and buy nothing (especially when EVERYTHING is on clearance). amendment: i bought nothing for me, all for the new shop for work....
sunday i ran 5.07 miles according to dailymile. i did not take a watch with me, even though my dad is the greatest in the entire universe and got me a new one for christmas. but it felt good to push. and again, no knee trouble.
AND then i went to hot yoga. dun. dun. dun.
i set up shop in the back and tried not to die. i was worried that people would judge me because i smelled when i got there, but we were packed in like sardines and there wasn't anyone that was smelling pretty after about 5 minutes. so i tucked my tailbone in and stretched my sitting bones to the ceiling, or something like that, i can't quite remember i was busy trying not to melt/fallover/die, and made my way through my third hot yoga class. #notsoflexiblerunnner
oh and i have a national service announcement (because i am important): if you don't sweat during hot yoga, there is something wrong with you. i don't care how much of a yogi master you are, you better be sweating. i was a melty puddle of post run goo and there was a girl by me who look as fresh as a daisy. bullshit. i'm calling it right now. she must be an alien.
in honor of no new clothing january, the secret sale that is going on at oiselle broke my heart. BUT i could of had a smoking deal on these adorable things. yes i made a shopping cart. i'm a glutton for punishment.
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clearance target and oiselle sale and nothing. NOTHING.
i'm going to go cry tears into my pringles and watch bama roll tide all over the irish. i can cheer for bama because i almost went to school there and i had a roommate. don't worry about the fact that i went to catholic school from k-12. don't worry about that at all......