Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Valley of the Lilies

If you would have asked me four months ago if I wanted to partake in a 5K, I probably would have laughed in your face. That was four months ago. Since then things have changed quite a bit. I've been running every week, at least twice a week. I try and run five times a week, but lets be serious, sometimes that doesn't happen when you work two jobs and go to school full time. Nevertheless, when I started running I could barely run a whole .5 miles straight. But as with most things, the more you practice at it, the better you become.
Last weekend, my buddy Matt and I, had entered the Valley of the Lilies Half Marathon/5K. The plan was for Matt and I to both do the 5K, but he decided he wanted to be an overachiever and run the 13.1 miles in the half marathon. That's cool, if you're in to over exerting your body and stuff, whatever.
The half marathon runners started 15 minutes before the 5K-ers, their course was our course, doubled, and then added another long loop around town. I felt that I did pretty well for my first 5K. I finished 57th our of 103 in 34.1 minutes. However, as I was SLOWLY going up one of the hills on my course, this guy comes booking it past me making me feel worthless. Come to find out, he was a half marathoner and finished his race in one hour and 15 minutes averaging a 5.7 minute mile. CRAZY! Matt did pretty well also. He finished 48 out of 200 in 1 hour and 48 minutes.
Early morning excitement
Crossing the finishing line
After race excitement
Funny/Ironic little side story: On the way to pick up our packets Friday afternoon before the race, I was walking through grass with sandals on and must have stepped on a bee or something. Check out the gnarly after effects on the the bottom of my foot. As much as I'd like to contribute this to my slower pace, I can't say that it affected my running in anyway on race day. It did itch like crazy for a few days.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Did that really just happen?!

So funny story..

Tonight at the gym (after giving my legs a GREAT workout I must add), I'm talking to my trainer as this woman walks into the gym. I noticed her because she's abnormally tan, wearing a bright pink shirt, and heels that she can barely walk in. She heads to the locker room. After finishing up my chat, I head into the locker room to grab my bag and head home. Little did I know what I was about to encounter....
I go in and my bag is on the counter, which happened to be right beside where this woman had put her things. No big deal, I grab my stuff and start to head towards the door when this woman starts to converse with me. Since she seems friendly enough, I stay and we make small talk about eye contacts, pollen, and gym hours. During this conversation she starts to take off her shirt. No biggie, it's no uncommon to walk in the dressing room to find older women in their underwear. Well it wasn't a big deal, until she proceeded to take off her bra too! So while she's standing there without a shirt or bra on, completely topless, I'm trying to look away, at my phone, in her eyes, just somewhere other than her exposed chest. Meanwhile she's just carrying on a conversation like nothings wrong. So finally she gets her bra on and I think I'm in the clear. WRONG AGAIN! Then she proceeds to take off her pants, to which she has on no underwear! GROSS. EWWW GROSS! Again, trying to avert my eyes to anywhere but her, while she's just yaking away. At this point I'm trying to wrap up the conversation, but if you've ever talked to that one certain person who just won't shut up and won't let you get a word in edgewise, well you know how hard it is to get away. I spent a painful good ten awkward minutes in the dressing room with a naked women conversing over the most random things... that was my night tonight.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Super-Star...

at least that's what I'd like to think of myself as. However, I'm just an overly recognized Biscuitville employee.

Today at the gym, this guy comes up to me and says, "Hey, aren't you Megan from Biscuitville?" Ding ding ding! We have a winner folks! I think to myself.

Sadly, I can't say this is the first time this has happened to me.

One night out at the Flying Pig, I walked in only to hear, "Hey, it's the Biscuitville girl!"

And another instance at the movie theather: "Aren't you the girl from Biscuitville?"
I informed this guy that I did indeed have a name and it was Megan.

Funny how we're remember, huh? Hopefully soon I won't be remembered as The Biscuitville girl, but rather The Radiation Therapy girl :)

Sunday, March 18, 2012

This doesn't happen often, but here's what I caught a glimpse of the other day....



A Double Rainbow!
Gods Promise to us :)