You guys.
I did it.
I survived my first half marathon!!!
I just finished watching this week’s Parenthood.
This means that, currently, I’m in a very fragile place emotionally. (I dare you to watch an episode without crying. At least once).
I guess that’s not all that noteworthy. Except… I kind of do this to myself intentionally. Like, it’s not even that I know it will destroy me emotionally. It’s that I want it to completely break me.
Normal people do that, right?
No? Is it just me? Am I the only emotional-masochist out there?
I’ve recently realized that I do this thing that is, objectively, slightly pathetic.
You see, I’m currently stuck at 3ish miles in my half-marathon training. I’ve been stuck for about two weeks now.
First, UGH.
Second, how I’ve decided to deal with this problem has revealed a much more pervasive pattern of behavior.
Happy third day of fall! Welcome to my (Kate’s) very favorite season!
You know what’s super unfair about living in Texas, though?
The weather truly doesn’t care what the calendar says. “Oh, you think summer is over in the third week of September?! That’s real cute,” says Texas weather.
As every single ad in the world will tell you, it’s Back-to-School Time!
Also, as every single ad in the world will tell you, the cool kids HATE to go back to school.
As this blog will tell you, I am not a cool kid. (This is Kate, btw. I think that Hannah is probably a cool kid. I’m lucky she finds my serious uncoolness amusing).
Logic then dictates that: I LOVE to go back to school.