I usually just save my daily posts for one big weekly training recap. But by noon on Monday, there were already too many things to say and I hadn’t even done one plank or gone for a run yet.
First of all, it was March 14th. Happy Birthday, Taylor Hanson.
No, not Hansons Marathon Method that I keep going on and on about. Like the MMMbop kid. Every year I remember his damn birthday because I had a
huge slight obsession with him in middle school. I think I blogged once in a Wednesday music post about how I once baked him a cake to sing happy birthday with two of my friends, and after I iced it I put it back in the oven (which was turned off) so no one would eat it and the icing melted into the cake. The oven, though it was off, was still warm. I want to say that I invented the cake pop first. I’m soooo hipster. Unfortunately, I was in 8th grade and had no idea what I’d discovered.
Maybe if I run a PR at Boston, I’ll bake a cake for Keith and Kevin Hanson (and Luke Humphery too, of course) and worship the ground they walk on the way I used to worship Taylor.
Monday was also the day after Daylight Savings Time, so I should have been ready for it. I was tired. I was cranky. I didn’t want to leave my couch and my coffee. It was dark and raining as I left at normal time for work. While I leave for work on time, I tend to do my makeup on the way in (so bad. I know, I know). I have two eyeshadows in my little travel bag – both by Urban Decay. One is called “Easy Baked” and I can wear it whether I’m going to work or out for a night of heavy drinking/bar hopping (like I ever do that anymore, come on). The other is called “Midnight Cowboy Rides Again” and is laced with glitter that ends up EVERYWHERE when you apply it and should be worn out on a night of heavy drinking/bar hopping.
I’m sitting at a stoplight and its dark out, and I start caking on my eye shadow. I was extra tired, so I felt like I needed extra make up. It was so dark, and I think to myself, “WOW that would suck if this were actually Midnight Cowboy“. I flip it over. Yep, it was. My face was covered in glitter. All I needed were a few $2 bills and some fruit spray and I would really be a convincing stripper, seeing as I have the pole experience under my belt. As I drove to work, I looked a lot like this:
Luckily, many of the teenage girls at our school believe this sort of make up is acceptable for a regular school day, so no one looked twice at me as I sprinted to my classroom so I could figure out how to un-fuck the situation.
I would have snapped a picture, but I was already 10 minutes late to work at this point thanks to the many timid drivers. You know, the ones who thought that because it was dark and raining meant we could drive 15 mph the whole way to work. I rushed in the building through side door with my hood up (making it look more like I was doing a walk of shame) and went directly to my classroom, where I grabbed a piece of scotch tape and got as much glitter off of my face as possible. It was an awesome morning, and it wasn’t even 7:30 yet.
For the coup de grace, it was drizzling, damp and in the low 40s for my run after work. I just wasn’t into it. I got through it, but I really just wanted to snuggle on my couch and eat all the food. I woke up this morning with the same attitude. I was feeling tired and unmotivated, but I checked my email and found this:
Perfect way to change my attitude and get my Tuesday off to a better start. ♥
I also triple checked the eye shadow I was applying this morning before actually applying it.