Music makes me so happy, you guys. I finally took to iTunes to use a gift card I got for my birthday, and now I'm full of new jams and can jump around my apartment and flail my arms to the beat of the music and no one can judge me. Except all of you, now that you know.
I'm partially disappointed in myself because Beyonce's "Drunk In Love" made the cut, and I've been quite vocal about just how over Beyonce I am, but here we are. Girlfriend can't help it she makes catchy tunes, even if she does wear entirely too many leotards. You're also going to find Demi Lovato on the list, so go ahead and make your judgments, internet. I'm 32 going on 16. I put some raunchy Jason Derulo on there to increase my average age, don't worry. What are you listening to? Do tell.
I'm sitting in my apartment right now drowning in the aroma of chili that's been cooking in the crockpot all day. I feel like I could take gulps of the air and actually consume chili. Sunday night crockpot meals have become quite a hit. Last weekend we made this balsamic roast beef, and it was painfully delicious. We've also taken to watching Friday Night Lights, and yes, it's good. But could Texas be any more awful? That whole town. They're all terrible and mean and can we talk about how all of the kids look 25? Don't get me wrong, I am loving the show. I am. It's like Dawson's Creek with football. I'm probably already Team Tim, much as I was Team Pacey. Clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose. Tami Taylor forever. Etc.
If there's been any question, yes, winter is still here. I actually made it outside to run a few times this week. Until tomorrow, of course, when below-zero wind chills return because THE WEATHER IS OUT OF CONTROL. I took comfort the other day in the fact that my marathon is still four months away. Four whole months. Except now I'm not entirely sure that we won't still be in the throes of winter come mid-June. I don't know how much longer I can manage winter running. It's getting so damn hard. I took my first digger earlier in the week, busting up the same knee as last winter when The Great Biff of 2012 took place. Remember this? My knee does:
This week's damage was a fraction of that, but my right knee is pretty much over being battered and bruised. Kind of like my soul. YOU HEAR THAT, WINTER? GO AWAY. I HATE YOU SO VERY MUCH.
Ahem. Okay. Composure regained.
As far as running goes, I'm pretty set on shooting for a Boston qualifying time at Grandma's Marathon. I'm five minutes short of my qualifying time right now, but I ideally want to take a solid seven or so minutes off of that to get a comfortable cushion for entry. Who knows what'll happen. At this rate, we'll likely be snowshoeing the course, so you know. Whatever. I'm already way ahead of the training game compared to this time during my last training cycle, so that eases my mind a little. Guess I'll just pump my running playlist full of DEMI LOVATO AND BEYONCE GOODNESS to get the adrenaline pumping, huh?
That's all I've got for now, world. I've got to extract this cat from my lap and get my chili ready to pour into my face. I promise to share more of my NaNoWriMo story soon. Until then, I'll leave you with this photo of a bloody hand print that was found on my apartment building's door the other day. Yeah. How bad do you want to move in?
Really, really bad, I bet.
Strangely, I've only now realized how much blood is featured in this blog post. Oops. Sorry about that.