…I wrote in my 10K race recap that I felt a little bad about passing a fellow runner at the last second to cross the finish line ahead of her. Then a few days later I saw this gif and – even though I’m not fast enough for this exact situation to happen (breaking a tape? HA!) – it shows pretty much exactly what I felt like I was doing. So I’m shamelessly bringing that moment up again just so I can share this gif:
…I’m a sucker for those silly quizzes at Buzzfeed or Lifebuzz or wherever else, especially when I come across one called “How Much Does Running Rule Your Life?” I was pleasantly surprised to get a score of 23 out of 50, for a result of: “Congratulations! You have a perfectly healthy relationship to running. Be thankful the cold stiff fingers of running aren’t clamped around your still-beating heart…for now.” Aww yisss. (However, anyone who reads this blog regularly probably could have guessed that running does not rule my life, since I still struggle with the whole motivation thing. If running ruled my life, I’d have no issues there!)
…speaking of being a sucker for Buzzfeed, that quiz then led me to a post titled “21 Cool Gadgets That Every Runner Could Use.” C’mon, Buzzfeed… it’s like you know I’m a gearhead and are targeting me specifically! My wallet needs a break!
…I ordered several books through my local library network and they all arrived yesterday. Now I have like 5 books waiting for me and there’s a very slim chance I’ll be able to read them all before the due date, so I’ll have to renew a bunch and I just feel like a giant book hog. I do this way too often… I put holds on a bunch of books at once, not thinking that there’s a chance they will all come in around the same time. Why have I not learned? I blame my intense desire to read ALL the books, which makes me panic-order a bunch and then feel overwhelmed that I can’t read them all simultaneously.
…this photo of graffiti made me laugh more than it probably should have:
…my favorite Spurs player got sold to Hull during the transfer window and I am bereft. Daws had been with the club since I started supporting them – one of very few constants in a club that has changed a lot in the last 9 1/2 years – and I feel like part of my fandom/supportership/whatever has been ripped away. He was a leader, he gave his all in every match, and it didn’t hurt that he was a bit of a dish with a sexy Yorkshire accent. I have a lot to say about Michael Dawson but that could be an entire blog in itself so I will spare you my rambling. In summary, I am sad. Angry too, but mostly sad… probably sadder than I should be about a footballer leaving my club, but what can I say? I get attached.
Anything to confess this week?
Ever been really attached to a player on your favorite team only to have him/her be sold/traded?
I went through a period of mourning after Nomar Garciaparra was traded away from the Red Sox in 2004, and I’m still sad about that too!
What are you reading right now? Do you ever find yourself in the middle of several books at once?