|Murphy's Law was our name. Ultimately our downfall..|
|The Arenas. They look silly right?|
The colors made me feel kiddish.
|Jeeves prepared for battle|
The trash talking was mostly done by the boys. In a class with only 4 girls out of 35 of course any competitive atmosphere is going to turn into a "my-dick-is-bigger-than-yours". Luckily I had four other teammates to let do that so I didn't have to.
|My team left me to fix Jeeves. |
Picture thanks to BF
Anyway, it was stressful. Lots of technical difficulties. Lots of yelling. No cussing though, that would be a DQ (Wow was this a hard one for me). All in all it was good clean competitively mean fun.
Is there even is such a thing?
The BF and I went out for mexican and some margaritas at La Fonda and were pleasantly surprised by 10$ pitchers.
Oh buddy do I love margaritas. I however 1) do not drink anymore and cannot hold my alcohol and 2) have very adverse effects to lots of sugar. Two pitchers later I was stumbling around in my too-tall-heels and thinking "this is going to hurt tomorrow". I didn't get out of bed until 11 and proceeded to live off of Powerade Zero and saltines for the first few hours of the day.
Obviously I didn't run that morning, or do much of anything that entire day.
My plan was to get up Sunday then and run with the BF for a long, slow, loving and recovering 6 miles. The alarm went off at 7 and we proceeded to wake up at 9. And I woke up with a headache and backache. I ended up relaxing by the pool for a few hours and read on BF's couch-ton (the couch-futon)...so this was an anti-running weekend. Actually this was more of an anti-productivity weekend.
I ran this morning (oucchh) , I'll discuss it later after I mull over a post I've been thinking about for a while: my likes and dislikes of becoming a runner.