5K death race

i don't know what part of me thought running a 5K in 94 degree weather would be a good idea. it probably had something to do with the fact that the race didn't start until 8 p.m. and therefore without the sun. plus jogging is an integral part of my lose-weight campaign.

1.5 miles into my race, those reasons didn't seem nearly as good as they had a week ago. i thought i was going to die.

i can say this. i ran for some of the route. and i didn't finish last, though i was close. but ... i did finish.

in 41 minutes.

oh well, i can only get better. and i got this awesome long-sleeved t-shirt for doing the race.

observations, oo la la

_ any establishment whose soul business purpose is to sell bagels should not be allowed to exist if it chooses not to be open on sunday mornings.
_ 1/2 normal amount of sleep = 2x annoyance by bratty teenyboppers.
_ IT'S RAINING!!!!!!! (halelujah, rejoice)
_ this is spin lizzy's 200th posting

the heat is on

it's sooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot.

i mean seriously, i never remember a heat wave like this. it's so debilitating. i feel like i can't do anything. i can't eat, i can't sleep, i can't even move. i'm just sitting on my couch like a lump, listening to the cardinals /cubs game on my computer. (yay for the cardinals winning eight of their last ten games.) my head hurts, which i'm pretty sure is related to the heat. i feel fat, which i'm also blaming on the heat. i think the bad suburban drivers have gotten worse during this week of triple-digit temperatures. blaaaaaaaaah.

i think the heat makes people meaner. i've never seen so much road rage in my life, not to mention wrecks during rush hour.

give me the cool mild temperatures of november. snow and ice. a walk-in freezer, i don't care. just get me the hell out of this miserable hell-hole.