best part(verbal vomit) of my day...

Sharing about 846 gallons of verbal diarrhea with the fabulous running lawyers Kristen and Emily. They aren't just running buddies, they are two friends I couldn't live without at this point in my life.

Not to mention the slow and easy three miles I did over lunch where I refused to force myself to run faster or harder, I just didn't care! In fact, take that running plan, take those easy measly three miles and shove it where you may, cause I'm totally over you right now. In fact I'm at that point where I think I might want to break up with you for awhile. You make me hurt and make me want to cry, you are making me tired and emotional. At this moment you have me feeling like a failure.

You take and take and aren't giving much back at the moment. I'm afraid you will fail me, you evil turd of a plan. I might just crumple you up and throw you in the trash, yeah... you don't even get the recycling bin because I don't want the paper you were printed on to resurface in some other substance.

Putting training plan in safe place. Walking away. Must eat Girl Scout cookies. Must find Sour Patch Kids. Must have Mocha.... Need bed, down comforter and all seasons of Sex and the City to make world right. I apologize cyberspace, the above verbal vomit left my fingers involuntarily.