The Day After Tomorrow

Alright, this post is going to be short and sweet. I know a lot of people use their blogs as sort of an outlet and a way to reach people and ask for help. So I'm doing just that.

I need prayers. Lots. Lots of GOOD prayers. Lots of good and GENUINE prayers.

Seriously. This weekend may be the end of what we all know (and hopefully love) of....me.

Yep. It's here. DDay. Dreaded Day. Or DEAD Day as the case may be. The day of my very first HALF-I-MUST-BE-OUT-OF-MY-EVER-LOVIN-MIND-MARATHON!!! Seriously? What was I thinking? I tried to explain why I registered in an earlier blog, but now...well, crap. I have no idea.

So I was all uber-pumped up about my first long distance race after I signed up for it, but then it happened. I was training, running, ya know - doing my half-marathon preparation thing - and BAM! It hit.

Burnout.

I just stopped running.

Okay, okay - I've done a short three or four mile run here and there since the burnout hit, but honestly, for the past month, I've maybe ran a total of five miles. Yes. FIVE!! And I plan on running THIRTEEN POINT ONE day after tomorrow. (Wasn't "Day After Tomorrow" a movie about the end of the Earth? Yep - that's about where I'm at.) This is going to be bad. So that's why I need some prayers. Because, quite literally, I might die. This could be the end of me as we know it. So any shout outs to the Big Guy upstairs on my behalf would be great!

 A few notes on this weekend's shenanigans...

I will go ahead and actually go to Atlanta to run, despite every instinct of mine telling me not to...

I WILL let the weather decide on my fate (Weather.com called for thunderstorms early Sunday morning and I'm praying the I-never-get-one-forecast-correct website FINALLY gets something right!)...

I WILL NOT be so competitive (despite my crazy O.C.D. competitive nature) that I don't stop to pee if nature calls...(I also discussed this disturbing common occurrence during marathons in my earlier blog.)

I'm not above Tweeting while running/walking/crawling/dying during the 13.1 miles if they allow me! Be on the lookout!

I HAVE done what some call "mind training" for this race, however. I learned this from an old friend and roommate in college. To properly train this way, you just have to think really hard about what you're about to do. And let me tell you - it's exhausting.

I've thought long and hard about running. Not just running, but running THIS race in hilly, downtown ATL. And I think it's working. My mind feels up to the challenge. My friend even suggested to wear baggy clothes and use weights while thinking, but I bypassed that part. I can only handle so much strenuous thinking activity in one day, ya know?

Anyway, in closing, I have to be the annoying Devil's Advocate that my friends say I am....a few positive notes about this weekend.....my mind is trained and ready to go, I'll get to visit and stay in downtown Atlanta (which I've heard is the bomb diggity), I won't get rained on, and I won't have piss running down my legs.

Hotlanta here I come!!

Embracing My Inner Miley

So I want to thank Short Sassy Mama for the inspiration on this post. I'm so glad I'm not the only one who suffers from this type of horrible thing...
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So we all have celebrities we love, right? And then we all have celebrities that annoy us, correct? Well, I have some peeps who I adore and some peeps I dislike. We'll cover those I like first.

 I'm a product of the mid to late 90's/early 2000's pop culture. The NSYNC and Britney Spears era of pop music. So naturally I tend to gravitate towards those celebrities I grew up with.

Clarification: I mean this only in that these are the artists who I "grew up with" so to speak. That doesn't mean that I don't or didn't like older music and older artists of my time, from Vanilla Ice (oh, who could forget that sweet 'do on top of his head or the Ninja Turtle cameo that pumped us all up with "GO NINJA! GO NINJA GO!!??) to Mariah Carey (how about the time she literally went crazy on TRL with Carson Daly. Classic 90's. Oh, and speaking of Carson Daly - what ever happened to him and his black nail polish?? I miss that awkward nerd who tried so hard to be cool.).

I just happen to feel a stronger connection with Britney, Christina, & Jessica due to our closeness in age and their rise to the scene timed so perfectly with my own personal decision that I wanted dye my hair blonde and be a famous singer and dance around on stage wearing a sparkly nude colored skin suit. We're just tight like that.

Anyway, I digress.

So basically - I have celebrity musicians that I like (i.e. old-school Britney as seen in the picture to the right). And then I have celebrity musicians who I don't like. Take example A, B, and C pictures below. All of whom's fan clubs I do NOT belong to.

Lady Nasty Gaga

Miley Cyrus

Rhianna

So basically, and for a number of reasons, I'm not a big fan of these three ladies. Reasons run anywhere from what their painful ear stabbing voices sound like to their I-think-I'm-going-to-make-a-"STATEMENT"-this-time-so-the-magazines-will-put-my-picture-on-the-cover fashion style.

The TOP reasons for my dislike for them is that ALL THREE have the qualities listed below.

Make WAY more money than me.

Accomplished WAY more than me at their age.

Have personal assistants to do their hair & makeup everyday. Oh and also personal cooks and trainers to make sure they look stellar at all time. (This is where I tell myself that jealousy is a horrible, horrible thing...)

Damn.

Okay, but what REALLY irks me is when their songs come on the radio. No, not because I don't like to hear their songs, but because I DO like to hear their songs!!! I may not like their voices, but damn I love those catchy tunes! This happens to me with all three of the not-so-lovely ladies pictured above.

But mostly - it happens with Miley Cyrus. Which is even more annoying because she's what? Like 8 years old? Seriously, as annoying as Miley Cyrus or Hannah Montana or WHATEVER HER DAMN NAME IS is, you have to admit you've caught yourself "nodding your head like yeah." Or maybe even "moving your hips like yeah."

Don't deny it. We've all "Partied in the U.S.A.," if you will.

I have a confession. While writing this, this post has been somewhat of a therapy session for me, and I've come to grips with the fact that I need to overcome this and embrace my inner Hannah Montana. But I can't do it alone. I need others along with me. So let's just go with it.

So join with me right now...

I'm putting my hands up, cause they're playing my song.....and I'm nodding my head like, Yeah....