Or more acurately, crazy and tired. So first the crazy. As part of my ongoing attempts to become less of a committment-phobic nut (and of course to amuse my friends) I am allowing myself to be matched up with random dudes and sent off to various bars about town with minimal information and no idea what said random dudes look like. It's actually called Crazy Blind Date. For a reason.
Date One: Ex-drug dealer. Seriously. Super interesting (did you know there were conventions?) but um, not really my type? I'm pretty sure he came to the same conclusion when I mentioned I had a favorite cookbook that was neither published by High Times nor anarchists.
Tonight's Date: Does not drink. This could be trouble as I am much more interesting and attractive if you are loaded.
And now the tired. We ran 5.7 miles on Saturday, with lots of hills. I highly reccommend starting an argument about whether running skirts are the patriarchy's attempt to reimpose feminine roles on athletic women somewhere in Mile 1- it really makes a run go by faster! I think the combination of actually running regularly and running longer distances is just draining me. I'm exhausted and can really feel it in my muscles and joints. Hopefully my body is going to adjust, or I am going to have to go to bed at 7 pm by the time we're running 8 miles.
Miles this week: Lots! 3 Thursday night with Leah, 2 Friday morning with Sarah, and 5.7 Saturday morning with both.
Possibility I will fall asleep mid-date tonight: 95%
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