During the week, I've been forced to wear high heels and make up. Gone are the days when all I wanted to do was parade around in heels and mom's make up. Due to presentations and such, I had to forgo my usual go to shoes (retired running shoes) and wear uncomfortable shoes.
Also gone are the days when I could run long miles with no prep, not stretch afterwards, and still be fine. I'm still struggling with my left side waging a war against the rest of my body. I'm fine for about 4 to 5 miles, but after that, I could really feel the hip. Marathon training, good bye for now! (I'm still hoping for a miracle and that I can manage to run/walk/crawl to the finish line on the 20th.)
|At least I don't have to crawl the entire thing!|
I really dislike being all responsible and putting a limit on my spending. I've imposed a self ban on all unnecessary spendings (i.e. - compression socks, races, laptop that can play videos without dying, etc) until I get a job. I need the motivation to kick this job search thing into high gear.
Despite all this, I guess to be completely honest, growing up isn't all THAT bad. Life is not all gloom and doom now that college is over. . . Right?
|This tree makes me want to pretend that it's Grandma Willow and sing "Colors of the Wind."|
Now that I'm all adult like and stuff, I can drink as much coffee as I want. Growing up, coffee in my family was an "adult" drink. Now, I can go crazy. Did I mention that I have a Starbucks gold card? I'm probably never going to be the gold member of a credit card or a bank, but gold membership at Starbucks is pretty sweet. (Seriously, best thing ever. Go try their french vanilla latte, right now. It's half pump vanilla and half pump hazelnut, AKA heaven on earth).
|My best friend. J.K. My best inanimate friend.|
In conclusion, french vanilla latte>responsibility. And I guess I should go foam rolling now, since I'm no longer injury free. I'm just going to go to Starbucks first. :P
Oh and notice how I bolded all the important information in the post. If you're short on time, just read the bolds. "Growing up sucks, miracle, THAT bad, nothing will blow up, gold membership at Starbucks."