All For a White Shirt

I got a cool shirt. I like it.

Last night I went to bed at 10:30, determined to sleep well and be ready. No alcohol. No sugar (just a little). Water only. All carb'ed up.

So naturally I overslept.

The phone woke me at 6:44 a.m. My alarm was set for 5:00. P.M. Whoops!

I'm up. Ask R to help me get my stuff together. Hair - ponytail. Contacts in. Teeth brushed. Dressed.

Grab my crap. Get in the car. Dressing in the car. Dangerous. Chewed two clif bloks.

Arrive 7:07 a.m. M's there. Pin my tag, put on mah shoes. No warmup.

Was passed by a man running barefoot. Was passed by countless elderly runners. I did not care. I tried not to care. I cared a little.

It went well. Long, but fine. I wasn't last but... well... I wasn't far off it. Time? You want to know my time? Um... it was a record time, for me. Over an hour, OK? You don't need to know just how slow I am. You really don't.

I'm tired. Can't believe I'm even posting. Went to the mall to buy birthday gifts. Some asshole stole our little cart we rented for AB. Probably to return it for the DOLLAR deposit, but maybe they thought it had been abandoned, since R left it outside a store. No biggie. People are assholes, especially mall people.

Hokay. Depressing. Your fault for reading it, IMO.

Go do something fun and tell me about it in the comments.