i'm going to have to pee

I ran today.  Well, Christine pulled me through a run today.  4.6 miles for me - more for her.  The student has definitely become the teacher - so proud of her! We have a running date ritual to meet at a centrally located Starbucks to drop off one car and drive to our running route. I wish we could just meet up at either her house or ours, but alas Justin and I live in Idaho Graham.  All you need to know about Graham is that you can't get there quickly and it is nowhere near Christine (waaahhhh).

So there we are in Starbs before our run and she starts reading a blog post that I have been nagging her to read; it's about a big metal chicken named Beyonce. You're intrigued I know - so here's the link.  Fair warning: you may pee your pants from laughing.  Well, and you may not but this could suggest that you have no sense of humor.

This is Beyonce.  It's almost my birthday.  Put it together...

After Christine laughed herself silly and we shared our favorite lines of the blog we looked outside and wouldn't you know it?  Rain.  In Washington.  We were as shocked as you are.  I know that I was a swimmer in the past but I, perhaps surprisingly, HATE getting wet!  Running was temporarily out of the question.  

Instead we decided to catch up.  We hadn't seen each other for approximately 14 hours at this point; goes without saying we had plenty to talk about.  At one point we look up to see our handsome Firefighter/Running Amigo Brent walk into the Starbs we were at.  So much fun!  And to think, if we had just gone running instead of reading about Beyonce and gabbing we wouldn't have seen Brent. The universe was trying to tell us something.

Once we caught a break in the rain we headed out.  I didn't have a lot of thoughts in my head during the run until about mile 3 when the only thought was STOP! YOU (huff) ARE (gasp) KILLING (gulp) ME (lack. of. oxygen.).  At this point I look over at Christine and she's just running so effortlessly with her blonde ponytail bobbing up and down.  

Dammit, I can't stop now.  

Thankfully there was a stoplight up ahead and I used it as the perfect excuse to take a quick break.  It wasn't long until I needed a full-on walk break though.  Being the great sport she is, she obliged and pretended to huff and puff along with me; it did make me feel better though.  I grinded (ground?) out the rest but noticed my breathing rhythm falling apart near the end and just decided to call it quits.  Better to end on a (debatable) high then a low, right?  I basically crawled back to our parking spot.

I grabbed my water bottle out of her car and enjoyed every wet drop as it went down my throat.  In my delirium I suggested we run the stairs at the stadium we were parked at.  

Like, really Andria?  

So we did that too.  Ha.  Me and my hair-brained ideas...

I've analyzed what I think went wrong with today's run and I'm feeling like I was dehydrated to start with and used up my reserves as the run went on.  This week I am going to work on hydrating.  

Gonna get drunk on some wa-wa.  WATCH OUT!  

I've read in several sources that 3 liters is ideal. I have a 750mL water bottle which means I need to drink 4 bottles/day.  

*Side note - I love the metric system.  Is there any reason America cannot get on board with it?  Gosh! 

Kindergartners can do this.  Hell, even I can figure it out. That's how you KNOW it's easy!

This week's goals are: 1) Drinking 3 liters of water per day, 2) 3 runs of at least 3 miles, and 3) throwing a party for the Hubs because he just became a Paramedic!! So stinkin' proud of him!   

With that I leave you with today's Irreverant and Funny Picture of the Day - 

IaFPotD for June 29, 2014: