my [non]weekend update

My weekend was a total bust. I went to bed early Friday so I could get up at 4:30 on Saturday morning to run 20 miles. When I woke up and walked the dog at 4:40 the weather was already really humid and warm. I knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant run, but was still pretty excited. Christy and Edward were going with me as water volunteers, meaning they would stand at certain points on our trail and give us all water. I got all teary-eyed when they told me they wanted to do it because god knows what it takes to get anybody out of bed that early, let alone that early and for 6 hours outdoors. Christy even made a t-shirt that said Run [name] Run! Three cheers for support.

Unfortunately the heat got the best of me. The first 10 miles were fine. My IT-band was holding up, the hamstrings were good, I felt better than I've felt on a run in a long time. Except for how hot I was. The sun was beating down with zero cloud coverage, and the (concrete) trail we were on had absolutely no shade. Around mile 14 I felt really really awful, so I walked a few more miles instead of running. At the 18 mile marker I was so dizzy I couldn't stand up and I was seeing spots. I decided I'd rather live than finish those two miles. So I had to get picked up and driven back to our starting point. I was so so so upset. I felt like a huge failure, but I've never done well with heat. In middle school I barfed on the soccer field during a tournament due to heat. Guess it hasn't gotten any better. For what it's worth, some people got carted off in ambulances from the run. At least that wasn't me.

This has left me totally paranoid about the marathon. Last year it was 95 degrees, what if it's hot again? Edward drove me home, Nate showed up to assist with Audrey while I recovered and I totally lost it. I cried over how upset I was that I didn't finish especially because my leg was doing so well. I was also totally exhausted and sun burned. It wasn't good. I took a nap the rest of the afternoon then we got dinner at tecalitlan and I went back into bed. Another weekend lost to running, and this time it wasn't even worth it.

Sunday we watched our requisite afternoon baseball games. Then in the evening I went to Christy's for a screening. It was pretty horrid. I'm no Warhol fan, and I'm especially not a fan of his avant garde films. It was 66 minutes of us watching a man's face as he got a blow job. I almost fell asleep. Oh well, I guess it's hard to get a hold of this so it's good I went? At least I had fun with my pals. I miss having free time to see them regularly like I did in the spring.

In other news Audrey's decided she doesn't need fur anymore and has shed almost all of it off. I'm vacuuming multiple times a day at this point. Stupid balding dog. I sold some stuff on craigslist which gets me one step closer to finally finishing that spare room. I also got my final Gardasil/HPV vaccine today. I still am unsure why I got these when at 27 it seems sort of like the damage is done, no?