Amortization

I was at McDonald's earlier today.
Me: Hi. This will be to go. Do you still have the $1.99 ten piece nuggets?
Him: No.
Me: Could I get two four piece nuggets?
Him: The four piece only comes with the kid's meal.
Me: So...what's your next level up?
Him: We have six piece.
Me: Okay- I'll have two six pieces.
Him: It's cheaper if you just get the ten piece. It's $2.99.

smh

And then I ate it like a True American on the way home.

I ran two miles today, or what I think was two miles.
I generally run about a 12 minute mile, and it took me about 25 minutes, so 2 miles is pretty accurate.
No need to pull out the roly measure distance thing from Mrs. Heath's physics class:

You: "Why don't you just drive the distance and track it with your car?"

Me: Because that would make way too much sense. 

So anyway, I was dying about 45% of the way through, but I decided to keep going because it would be such a great feat if I finished. And then I thought about how great and feat are spelled alike and sound completely different. 

Finally, I made it to the flower bed by the apartment and decided to have a nice sit that turned into a nice lean that turned into me laying down reading stuff on my phone. My head felt light and like it was about to explode at the same time. I imagine that's how it would feel right before you have an aneurysm. 

After a few minutes, I took off my shoes and walked back to my apartment. I decided to research the dizzy/lightheaded condition, and it turns out I have cancer.

Just kidding.

Apparently that can happen to you when you exercise a lot at once, and apparently laying down helps it.

Win for instincts.

I've decided with the cooler weather, it's nice to go out for a long walk or a run or an easy skip (or a hard skip, but we'll get to that next semester, Beth). In fact, I look forward to even colder days when I can just throw on a hoodie and go, instead of spending like ten minutes picking out 5 semi-coordinated tank tops to layer over my barely-there sports bra. #truth

And the best tank tops I have don't match my shoes.

And let me tell you about these shoes.

When I decided to get a new pair of sneakers, I decided I was going to go big. Like actually-spend-money-on-Nikes big. That way, they'll last a while, reduce, injuries, blah blah sports blog.

Online ordering.

Size 7? Yeah, I wear size 7. DONE!

Only I didn't take into account the fact that feet actually expand whilst exercising, rendering the size 7 that I wear for about every other shoe too small.

Ouch.

(no, literally, ouch)

I still wear them occasionally, you know, when I go running. 

Because I only go running, you know, occasionally. 

But I did end up buying some new New (haha) Balances yesterday. Of course, they were on sale, but if I'm being realistic, the only thing I still buy when it's not on sale is Cheese-its. So take that whatever way you want.

Anyway, we'll see if a size 7.5 works out. 

So now that my new shoes and colder weather are on their way, I only need a couple other things before I can be totally cute again.

1. Hair straightener

2. Hair bands. 

OH MY GOSH LET'S TALK ABOUT HAIRBANDS.

You may have *noticed* that I started growing my hair out to be longer. This means no more bang-age because they are really really really really really really annoying. 

Like- they weren't when they were bangs.

But now they're like these annoying tendrils that aren't cute enough in front and aren't long enough to pull back. I'll be working on a tax return and FLOP there they go in my face.

Type stuff on my computer FLOP there they go again

Oh you're trying to have a conversation? Bangs! Quick! Get in the way of my face!

I'll go to the bathroom at work, look in the mirror, and it looks like there's this big, blonde piece of meat draped over the left side of my face. That's pretty much what this hair cut looks like now. 

Blonde, droopy meat.

Anyway, I was working on a really frustrating trust tax return (Melanie, I should've just let you have this one), and my bangs kept falling in the way of everything. I had some of these big rubber-bands that we wrap around files to keep them together. I took one of those and tried to use it as an elastic hairband, but it didn't work out the way that you would think it would.

So then, I mutilated a large paperclip to act as a hair clip. And it totally worked!

About an hour later, I ran my hand over my hair, realized I was still wearing a paperclip and decided to remove it before anyone came and talked to me and asked, "What's in your hair?"

That's a conversation I didn't want to have.

So yeah.

I need hairbands.

My ultimate goal is that when I go running, I'll feel the nice swish-swish of a nice, long ponytail once again.

Boom-shakalaka,

TWS