This was me after my 2.2 mile mark. And I truly didn't think I could feel any worse. Wow. I'll try to photo-shop some mascara and lipstick for you all next time. I made it this far before I had to use my inhaler, thanks to my weird-lung-breathing-maybe-heart-related-thingy. More on that Monday after my doctors's appointment.
I actually felt really good and focused on my breathing the whole time. After a quick couple of breaths from this little beauty:
I was able to turn around and finish up for almost 4.5 miles. Not quite the 5.0 I wanted, but I felt strong up until 4 miles, and I think cutting it a little short was the right thing to do.
I also realized that I REALLY need to update my mp3 player song lists, and is it me, or does Carrie Underwood and Pink have some major man hating issues. Holy shit. Taking them on a date must be close to rubbing your open wound in salt and lime juice. (I have a margarita craving all of the sudden...)
On another note, I whipped up some home made Bailey's Irish Cream. YUM! It is so freak'in good. It's a good damn thing I only make it once a year, or I would be the size of Ireland. So, Makenna and I coupled that with some butterscotch haystacks and chocolate peanut butter balls. Now that I think about it, I should have ran that extra half mile. Day-um.
I'll leave you with this little gem. The Cole-ster. In all of his glorious cheeseballness. Can I say balls in the same sentence as my sons name? I feel weird about it. Hmmmm.....
PS Yes, he needs a haircut. And yes, my house is always a disaster. ::eye roll::
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