Ochocinco

I have football on the brain tonight: first a freelance blurb that I wrote regarding the NFL lockout, and now everyone's favorite dancing star, Chad Ochocinco:

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You may be wondering why in the world I bring up Ochocinco.  Wonder no more, my friends; wonder no more.

See, Chad and I have something in common: an affinity for a certain number.  While his love transcends all else, so much so that he legally changed his name to reflect it (albeit incorrectly), my appreciation began just 20 minutes ago...

...when I calculated just how many miles I have run in the past five weeks.

You got it, folks: 85 miles.  Five weeks.  An average of 17 miles per week.  Bam.

On a completely separate note, let's talk about my day.  Again, you may be wondering how this is a completely separate note, as I was supposed to increase those miles this morning.  Well, boys and girls...


I didn't go.  I woke up at 5:15 when my alarm went off, but since I could feel the slicing pain of my blister when I was simply lying there, putting no pressure on it, I decided against cramming it into tennis shoes and trekking it across four-and-a-half miles of rugged terrain.  Instead, I hit up Walgreen's today for some blister Band-Aids and special friction-free ointment that ensures zero pain for tomorrow's slog through the jungle of Des Moines.

Today started the final week of summer school (woot!), which I celebrated by heading to my friend's pool for about three hours sans sunscreen.  (Don't worry: I put it on my face.  I don't want wrinkles, duh.)  Let's just say I'm looking a little, uh...

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Just kidding.  Kind of.

Immediately following Adventures in the Sun, I met up with another bestie for pedicures.  (Click on that link to see pictures of her beautiful family.  Love.)  I was super nervous for a couple of reasons.  First, I didn't want them to get rid of my I-worked-hard-for-these-and-need-them-to-run-a-marathon callouses, and second, I didn't want them to hear my bloodcurdling scream if/when they touched my blister.  Thankfully, I had nothing to worry about and instead have pretty toes:

I never get designs put on my toesies, but I was kind of (obviously) feelin' it today.  However, I wish he would've stopped at the cute little white flowers and not gone overboard with the "wispies."  Oh well.  Next time.  And anyway, I'm sure this pedi will last all of two workouts before needing to be redone.

After writing two freelance blurbs, drinking a glass of wine (heart health, you know), and blogging it up, I am ready to hit the sack.  It's been a long day, and it'll be an even earlier morning.

Ciao, bellas.