Wednesdays SUCK!

My morning started out well. In spite of forgetting to set my alarm I woke up 12 minutes after when it would have gone off. Up, dressed, and out the door. My 30 minute run was faster than usual. Not that it went by faster, mind you, but I ran it faster. Aaaaaawesome.

And then it happened.

I was passed by a GILF. I am not kidding you. Here I am, finishing up the run, with about 3 minutes left, and I see someone cross the street behind me. I look and wave. Grandma is chuggin' it and I'm thinking, "good for her!" I speed up a little to avoid the awkwardness of her passing me. Then I note my heart rate is at 170+ hauling my arse up a hill at the end of my run so I slack off a bit.

And she f*cking PASSED me! I nearly spat. The nice part of me was thinking, "awesome, Granny! You go grrrrl!" But the other part of me, the competitive part, the proud part, was saying:

"THE F*CK!?? You just got passed by a freaking OLD LADY! On a HILL!! She is twice your age! Are you kidding me? I mean I knew you were slow, but sweet jeebus are you really THAT slow?!"

It, uh, well, it sucked. I'm still thinking about it obviously.

You go Grandma.

I'll be working on my timings after the 5K. I wonder how many GILFs will beat me in the race? All of them, maybe?

Go check this out.* I'll be moping.

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*Didja know I'm a little obsessed with shoelace tying? I was taught and used the useless "granny knot" as a kid, and it alwaysalwaysalways came undone. Now I use Ian's secure knot and it NEVER comes untied yet you can undo it with one pull. Aaaawesome. Go check it out. Please teach your kids how to tie GOOD knots. Constant shoe-tying is the epitome of time wastage. (Or try velcro.)