It seems like I just had a Friday. My life has been one giant ball of confusion this week.
So, after a quick look around blog land today, I didn’t see any pre-race posts. It is quite possible that everyone got their races in on Wednesday. I’m sorry if I missed you, and I hope you have wonderful luck if you are racing! (Update: Whitney is crossing Alaska off her list tomorrow!)
I don’t have too much to say today.
I ran in the rain last evening, and it felt glorious! After weeks of HOTNESS we’ve finally cooled down to highs in the mid 80’s and a monsoon season! The rain makes everything so green and so fresh, and it feels like I’m running through a giant sprinkler. Everytime I’m running and I want to die because it is so hot, I wish for a giant sprinkler to appear, so running in the rain is like a small dream come true. I’m so sorry to anyone living just about anywhere else right now because I know you are hot. I’ve been there and I feel your pain.
I’ve been watching reruns of The Hills the past couple of mornings. I loved The Hills and Laguna Beach when they were on-air (well, I stopped watching The Hills after Kristin took over). I was a California college girl at the time (one of the minor Laguna characters went to my school!), and I was not sure why my life (and my clothes) didn’t look like theirs. I am having a hard time believing that it has already been 5 years since I watched this show! It seems like just yesterday I was grossing out over Justin Bobby.
And I always thought Spencer was bad news, but watching these shows now after being a bit older and with almost 3 years of marriage under my belt, leaves me truly horrified. His control over Heidi (who I think was 19 at the time) is nothing short of emotionally abusive. He isolates her, makes her completely dependent on him, and gives her no say in their relationship. And later into the future there is the plastic surgery ordeal where he literally physically altered her appearance to fit his version of ideal.
I know a lot of what happens on these shows is blown out of proportion to make it entertaining, but I think, especially after the surgeries, that Heidi really showed that she wasn’t in control.
I guess they’re still married? I only hope that this poor girl has any shred of self-worth left. TIP: if the entire world thinks your fiancée/husband is a DB, then maybe you should entertain the possibility.
Sorry, man people, for that Hills rant.
I’m also having a crazy obsession with 1960’s Palm Springs right now. I want to be lounging in a poolside chaise wearing a glamorous Givenchy resort outfit, drinking a dirty martini, listening to Rosemary Clooney. Is that too much to ask for this weekend? (We’ll forget for a moment that it is probably 120 degrees in Palm Springs right now and that the 1960’s probably smelled like a giant ash tray).
Reality Check: I will be running 14 miles. The moment I pass 13.2, I will officially hit my longest run ever. This is kind of exciting! I remember a little less than a year ago I hit 6.3 miles, which was the longest I’d run up to that point and I felt so accomplished! Amazing how a year can change things.
Annnnndddd…I think this warrants some kind of celebration. Might as well get some presents out of it, right? It isn’t everyday that a girl runs her longest run ever (thank goodness).
Am I the only crazy that celebrates mileage milestones? Can someone please take me to Palm Springs? I’ve only been once, but I was 5 and all I remember was that the detour was distracting from my Sea World time. And I thought it was crazy that you could check out of the hotel room from the T.V. set. I’m always amazed at the weird memories that stick in our brains. I literally have a picture in my head of that T.V in Palm Springs circa 1989 with instructions on how to check out.
Have a fantastic weekend, everyone!