Google Magic My Friends

First of all, I'd like to thank whoever got to my blog by googling "Loving a gangster is so hard to do".

Yes. yes it is. & I am, in fact, a hardcore one.

Also, thank you to the person who googled "cute babies that are 4 months old" & got here. Creepy but nice at the same time.
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 When I first signed up for this half marathon, I was stoked. Stoked beyond belief. I'll be in a city with my absolute favorite ladies (seriously Kelsie where's your blog? haha), participating in a Rock N Roll event, and running in my first half. What's not to be excited for?

Except for the fact that I've been sick for two weeks and there's a lot going on on the home front that has been more distracting, draining, and time consuming that I haven't had the energy to even run. Or tweet for that matter. You know shits bad when you can't tweet yo.

But seriously. My lack of mileage is worrisome. Anyone know how I can do some speed work in the next four weeks to get up to 13 miles without hurting and/or killing myself? It's not that I don't have the heart to run at all or not want to make time for it. Because it's extremely important to me and unless you know exactly what is going on at home (there's only two of you) please don't tell me if you love it you'll find a way and make time.

Because if you say that, I will find you and make time to shank you.

Word? Word.

With that said I'm running tonight even if it's 12am and I have to do it. This girl isn't going to look like a giant baby orka next to my skinny minnies wearing our ass grabber shorts.

If you're in Savannah on November 5th, I'll be the one crawling across the finish line after 4 hours, laying there waiting for my glass of champagne that Rachel promised me.

So yeah...basically this was me telling you that I am running tonight. & that google is magic my friends.

oh and uhm. Fuck.

that was for you Lindsey.