Tuesday, September 26, 2006

im a bitch..but I llike it

Last week's goal of hitting up 30 miles was achieved.

Mon: 1 hr. kickass class.
Tues: 5.03 miles @ 8:06 min./miles run in 40:49.
Weds: Tired ass.
Thurs:5.08 miles @ 8:27 min./miles run in 43:00.
Fri: Off Day.
Sat: 11.13 miles @ 8:58 min./miles run in 1:39:44.
Sun: 9.04 miles @ 8:05 min./miles run in 1:13:10.

Total Miles: 30.28 miles for the week...sucka..

I know that I should really be taking a break right about now, especially after running 20 miles total for the weekend (whew! who would've thought I had it in me?).

I've been a bad girl.

I ran 5 miles yesterday and another 6 today.

I could feel my body, especially my 30 year old left hip protest..but I had a lot of shyt happen to me at work that I had to unload before I took it out in evil ways. As it is, road rage looks good on me ..heh.

Monday had me in tears until the last 30 minutes of work. I had what I thought had been a major booboo on my part, but turns out to be a glitch in the paperwork and I was set straight. I drove like a madwoman to get to the gym and unload 5 fast miles worked out of my psyche. Aww..the sweat felt so good, apparently not to the woman to my left who complained about my sweat hitting her arm. TOUGH BITCH...was what I thought in my mind, but I proceeded to tuck that wet braid into my sports bra. She called out to me right when I was in the zone..hitting up 7:30 paceage in my last 400 meters. I was like wait bitch..

But looking back at it now..I guess that is pretty gross. HEH. But I had a bad day and I was bitchy..so 5"2 mexican ladeee who runs like her arms are trying to wrap themselves around to hug herself..sorry for the Bitch that I am.

Today had me running to run..to get caught up in my mileage for the week as it looks like I won't be running at all this weekend. We will be hitting up Califas and all the fun that it holds..

But anyway..Its gonna be stressing me about my mileage for the week. I want to at least hit up 20 for the week..but my ass be tired..lol.

Imma try to not kill myself getting the mileage done..but I probs will knowing me.

I figure..if I keep running like I have been, the 4:30 marathon time for Pf Changs will be a "FO SHO" and not a "hmm...I hope so."

The 2:00 1/2 Marathon for LV has me in a doubting kind of mood. I want to. I REALLY WANT TO. Im scared to not ..but I'm scared I won't have that push in me to make me burn it out.

But back to the bitch that be me.

It freaks me out at time what can bring it out..

- A Scottsdale teen with Chanel glasses who drives in the fast lane while barely being able to look over the steering wheel and who is at the same time texting away on her celly.
- the Ladee at the drive-thru at Mickey D'z who "forgets" to give me bar-b-que sauce for my nuggets even though I told her 3 times I wanted it.
- the Man at La Fitness who took my treadmill even though there was a freaking line sucka! and who proceeded to ignore me while I told him, "THERES A LINE MAN!"
- being interrupted at work by peeps who are trying to solicit for stupid ass things.."NO WE ARE NOT INTERESTED IN BUYING $500 A PLATE FOR A DINNER FOR THE MAYOR." OR..getting phone calls for our employees by peeps who should know not to call unless an emergency, and no, asking them to bring home a POP is not an emergency.
- Peeps who have no freaking phone manners...if you call someone, do not answer the phone with, "WHO DIS?" Your calling my freaking phone and no I do not speak spainish.
- obonoxious assholes who think they're shit dont stink, but unbeknowest to them, your the one who saves their asses from getting beat down.
- people who think that being from the "REZ" makes them somehow superiour to everyone who isn't. Or vice-versa.
- grapes that cost you $4.30 but taste like shit and consist of 20 green nuggets.
- my sistas!
- toilet paper that isn't charmin!
- people who say they don't drink but slam back a couple every once in a while..that shit takes away from those of us in the "STRUGGLE" who are sober and know how freaking hard it is...Don't make our stuggle less by claiming something you don't do.
- people who claim they're married but haven't done the deed. If you're married, your freaking married. If your not, your living in sin like the rest of us..heh.
- women who claim they raise they're kids, but in reality, they're kids are tucked back home on the rez with the parents while they're clubbing it up under the guise that they're "at school".

BITCH ON THAT..

Mon: 5 miles @ 8:12 min./miles in 41:05.
Tues:6.02 miles @ 8:11 min./miles in 49:22.


and the BITCH runs on..

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