Losing like that is almost worse than losing in a blowout. But at least we played hard. We made it a game, man. We made freaking Tom Brady look like he was running scared, a couple times. A couple of completions? A holding call right there at the end, like there should have been? A field goal… and we could’ve been the ones celebrating.
Instead we are drinking beer and ordering pizza and watching Chuck.
Go 49ers.
So far, January has basically been just a big long spiral of self-hatred that colors everything else that happens. I’m over it. Ready for it to be over. But it shows no signs of abating.
Going to bed.
Ohhhhhhhh, buddy. Oh, man. It is possible that we can’t be friends until after Sunday (for better or for worse). Haha! As for my favorite treat… dark chocolate. Like, extra dark. I love the flavor of the Dove dark chocolate Promises, hate the flavor of Hershey’s Special Dark.
And wine, but that’s much more expensive to ship.
My Manager is organizing a group to run the Disneyland half marathon at work. She is a Disney-lovah like you are! I just don’t know if I could even do a half-marathon!!
That’s awesome! You totally could, I believe in you. (Faint encouragement coming from the girl who has yet to run three miles without stopping, I know, but really!)
SUCH a good run tonight. We’re back at the C25K, just to give ourselves some structure, and so tonight we barreled into week 4 now that I’m finally feeling better and GOD IT FELT GOOD. I am now in clean pjs after a good run and a sauna-like shower and waiting for M to get back with our dinner (fresh Mexican seafood stuff, ohsogood) and it is just the best feeling you guys.
I think we’re registering for the Disneyland half marathon tonight.
With #SOPA : Everything ███ █████ is█████ ████ fine ████ ███ ██████ love █████ █ your █ ████ government.
(Source: theothersarah)
I still don’t feel 100%, but man, that felt really good.
December 2011 was, like all holiday seasons, packed with excitement and activities. There were holiday parties to attend, guests in town to entertain, decorations to put up, gifts to be wrapped. There was also a terrible Ravens-Chargers game, for which we had tickets, and which was just no fun at all - but let’s not dwell on that. Matt surprised me with a Christmas Eve in Disneyland, which was pretty much exactly what I had wished for for Christmas, and then we had a quiet Christmas Day at home while I packed for the epic Christmas Surprise East Coast Trip of 2011. Pictured above is my mom’s sobbing, hugging reaction to my entirely unexpected arrival at her house the day after Christmas - from there, I just kept surprising more and more relatives, and was able to spend quality time with people I haven’t seen in months or even years. I was there until the 31st and it was a very soul-fulfilling way to close out the year.
In November 2011 it seemed like every weekend we were traveling. We kicked it off with a day trip to Julian, where there was snow on the ground and hot apple cider to be drunk and fresh apple pie to be had. That same weekend we had our second costume party, hosted by friends who were out of the country for Halloween weekend. Over the long Veterans Day weekend we road-tripped up to Yosemite National Park with the dogs (above), an amazing getaway. And of course, we went to Phoenix to visit my family for Thanksgiving, sans pups.
October 2011 marked my 25th birthday, on which I ran/walked my first ever 5K (and ran two miles without stopping for the first time ever in the process)(pictured above). But before that even happened, I traveled to Tuscaloosa to visit my brother and experience a “real” college football game, hosted one of my best friends and her fiance here in San Diego for nearly a week, went to my first Foo Fighters concert, and attended the wedding of some dear west coast friends. I shared birthday/Halloween festivities with another friend here with an October birthday and we had a Pop/Rock Stars & Zombies costume party (I went as Zombie Amy Winehouse and was a hit). Halloween night was a quiet night with friends, watching Hocus Pocus and waiting for trick-or-treaters that never came.
