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Airdropping the screenshots of me and my bfs texts to my future children like a Victorian woman unveiling the box of love letters she never threw away

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That's 1,244 more posts than 2021!

1,515 posts created (20%)

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#5

reblog if i can tag you when i post my first official drag look

tagging the following ppl because tumblr ate my blog and i think they might like it (yall should still reblog if u want me to tag u :)))) )

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#4

guess who got chased by a mime yesterday

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#3

my moral compass is surrounded by magnets

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#2

So long as you're not harming yourself or harming others.

Can I be honest for a second?

I never understood neopronouns.

I never understood why someone would use neopronouns.

I never understood how a simple "he", "she", or even "they" couldn't appeal to a person.

I didn't get why someone would use "ze" or "xe" or even "fae".

I couldn't understand.

But a while ago, I thought to myself.

When I started trying out a different name, I asked my mom what she would say if I wanted to go by a different name.

She told me that she would still love me.

She told me that she was happy with whatever made me happy, on one condition:

"If you're not harming yourself or others, then be who you want to be and live how you want to live."

I thought about that moment.

And I thought back to this one.

I realized that, despite society shunning people for this new type of self identification, it wasn't harming anyone.

People who were using neopronouns weren't harming themselves by using neopronouns, and they weren't harming anyone else by using neopronouns.

Society often uses the argument of "It's too hard to remember all of these new pronouns."

I understand where they're coming from, seeing as I once saw it that way too.

But in that argument, they make a statement, whether they realize it or not.

They tell us that they aren't willing to stop and learn.

They aren't willing to change.

And by not being willing to change, they are harming people.

So the next time you think to yourself, "This is so confusing" or "This is stupid, why would someone use this as a pronoun," think:

"Is it harming someone?"

Often times, the answer is no.

So why fight it when it doesn't harm you?

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Plz enjoy this Minecraft filler to give my queue some time <3

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fuck all these posts analyzing vintage against emperor. let’s talk about headphones

just what it says on the tin. strap in lads im insane

headphones i think is one of the most underrated members of team idiot-blueper which honestly hurts my heart because she’s had the most heartful moments out of any of them (shakes fist at sky where is my bobble lore) but i digress

she’s decently precocious but not pragmatically-anxious driven like how specs is, often coming across as the most thoughtful of idiot-blueper. on a scale of careless-careful i’d place it as

bobble: not that she’s inconsiderate in any capacity, but she’s very self driven and her teamwork seems more incidental over being actively aware of her team. i want to say it’s intuitive but most of her team considers her hard to follow, so i really think she’s just the accidentally g-d tier person you find solo queueing but she’s actively on a team

goggles: he only BARELY outclasses bobble. i love him but this boy doesn’t think often. it’s really unfortunate. he does care about other people’s feelings and is very driven to help people to have fun but he has absolutely 0 emotional awareness and can’t read the room for shit. while yes this helps him and his attitude almost always works in his favor, him underestimating things can put him directly in hot water and even at odds with other teammates (such as specs). he also has a habit of not listening to his teammates directions in matches (ie when he popped up on gloves causing gloves to slide all his hair off) and listen i GET its a gag but emotionally im malding @ how he acts.

emp: i tend not to think of emperor in terms of idiot-blueper if i can help it ngl. sorry to the emperor fans out there i literally like him bc i enjoy injecting family issues into this man. anyways. when he’s introduced he’s probably the coldest and most careless of any squid, but by the time he joins blueper he’s definitely loosened up and redirected his stupid royalty complex into thinking of ways to cover his team’s weaknesses. good for him i guess? he’s still got the superiority thing going on which makes me think that him wanting to cover idiot-blueper’s weaknesses is at least partially fueled by the belief he has that hes better than everyone else, which is like, technically worse than goggles, but unlike goggles, he does actually listen to them

specs: specs is really hard to nail, obviously he’s a worrywart and the first person to point out when things are gonna go wrong, but i really think it’s less about “what’s realistic for our team to accomplish” and more “what’s the least scary thing to work through”. he does get better about this (see: helping bobble learn octobrush for the rainmaker match) but he’s definitely someone who’s avoidant of conflict. nothing a little confidence boost (or aggression boost) from goggles cant fix

headphones: THE crown careful girl. i think about her often. the reason i described the other members of idiot-blueper was to really give a good enough contrast to her own character, because a lot of coroika IS about interpersonal relationships and how these kids interact/bounce off each other. anyways. she very deeply cares about her team and goes out of her way to improve her skills so she can help them out with winning more matches (vol 1 ch 1; headphones is the only member of team idiot who’s not C rank, showing that she puts in extra time to practice without the rest of team idiot). while she worries with specs in moments where team idiot goes up against tough opponents, she’s also usually the first to hop on and agree with goggles saying theyll win if they have fun. she also straight up tells n-pacer during the finalist match against team emperor “it’s not bad to look after your teammates” which shows her extremely loyalty to team idiot & that she has a good handle on where everyone is + knowing her range to help them with whatever skirmish they might be in

honestly i don’t want this post to just be me praising headphones with a chapter to chapter breakdown of her achievements and how it contributes to her character (although i would be super happy to do that) i really want to draw attention to this:

“Thinking of your teammates is your style.”

this bonus comic (vol 6 ch 23.5) is a love letter to me, your local headphones appreciator, with skull giving some really good advice and being way better about summing up headphones’ motives than i did in this post

the fact that phones was willing to change up her playstyle to get an edge for idiot team really shows how honestly and deeply she cares... cries... anyways im running out of thoughts. stan headphones. thats all. bye

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for those of you who don’t know, i put these in queue. i have the fitnessgram pacer test tomorrow, but by the time this is posted, i’ve already done the pacer. so future me, tell me how it goes

hi past me! it sucked, and now im sick

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The New York Marathon Buildup

After pacing London Marathon in 2014 I set my sights on New York Marathon. An event I’ve always wanted to run, and one I have been trying to get an opportunity to pace for 5 years. At the end of Chicago Marathon 2018 I was offered a place to pace New York Marathon in 2018, but I was already committed to another event, and gutted. Fortunately I got the opportunity to pace in 2019, my first New York Marathon.

2019 has been an amazing year, and New York will not only be the 4th World Marathon Major I have ran this year, but the 4th I have been an official pacer for the sub 4 #funbus. If you are interested check out my reviews of each event: London Marathon, Berlin Marathon, Chicago Marathon. This blog is not my New York Marathon review, it is my New York Marathon experience post, so I can capture all my precious moments and keep my New York Marathon 2019 blog about the event. Family Time As it was my first time in New York Marathon, we decided to make it a family trip. Over the first couple of days we had a lovely family time. In New York it’s easy to get around on public transport, and it’s easy to walk around. If you go the wrong way you know straight away and it’s easy to get your direction right. We landed on Halloween, so spent the first night Trick or Treating, and went to watch the Parade. Our kids fell asleep before it started so we left to come home. The next day was full of food, fun and sightseeing. We started off with Applebees for a lovely breakfast before heading to see the Statue of Liberty. We met up with Austin and his family and went for a sandwich at Katzs, which is “where Harry met Sally “. It was very expensive, very busy, but well worth it for the experience.

Following on from the first night we thought the kids wouldn’t make it into the night, so Kirsty took them home for a nap and I went and queued up for a discount ticket for the theatre. I got there when it opened and had to queue for 40 minutes, but got tickets for Frozen cheaper than the cheapest online tickets, and much better seats. I must admit the couple of days leading up to the New York Marathon were not the most relaxing. I walked for miles and miles each day, and most of the time had a child on my shoulders. It was so great to spend the time with my family though. Whilst lots of others were going out for shake out runs or meals, I was making memories with my family. Frozen was amazing and I’m so impressed that our kids managed to stay awake for the whole show. On Saturday morning we went to a small cafe next to Central Park. It was the first place I ever had eggs over easy, 10 years ago on my first (and last) trip to New York with Kirsty. So it was lovely to go back as a family.

We then went into Central Park to have lots of fun and games. Whilst we were there the Abbot Dash 5k race was taking place. I must admit I did feel like I was missing out a little, but I wouldn’t want to do it without the whole family taking part. It was far too expensive to enter us all so I gave it a miss.

New York Marathon Expo On Saturday PM I went to the New York Marathon expo. I had left it until then because I had the PM shift as a pacer. I took the opportunity to go a little early to look around with my family before my shift. The expo is large with lots to see and buy. I didn’t get carried away as I’ve been to so many expos this year, but did buy a visor for the morning. After walking around, looking at everything and also changing my bib (I was allocated the wrong start for the wave I’m pacing). I joined the pace team to talk to runners about pacing and answering questions.

It has been an amazing holiday so far, and I am so excited to be going to pace the New York Marathon in the morning. Once I have finished I will write my blog and link it HERE, until then I will go to sleep smiling. I hope you have a lovely weekend running wherever you are. If you are in New York come and say hi if you see me. I will be the guy with a huge smile.

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Trail des Cerfs 2017 - Mangeur de Cailloux

Mon premier trail dans les Yvelines

  Et il y en aura d’autres ! Ma première fois a eu lieu le 14 mai 2017 et elle à été plutôt agréable. Voici donc mon avis sur le trail des cerfs, dans son format « 35km ». C’était nouvel objectif après l’écotrail de Paris. Il y a bien eu la Piste de Siou blanc à Signes, mais c’était surtout pour m’amuser et m’offrir une belle séance de vitesse dans les cailloux du sud tout en levant un peu le pied sur la charge d’entrainement après 3 mois assez intenses.

La vitesse justement, c’est ce que j’ai essayé de travailler à l’entrainement depuis fin mars. Car même si ma prépa écotrail comportait des séances rapides, j’ai pendant 3 semaines délaissé les longues sections « tempo » à 4’30 pour de la vma « classique » vers 18km/h et du seuil à 15.

Si vous voulez le détail des séances, rendez-vous sur strava. Et après tout ce trail des cerfs s’annonçait très roulant avec « seulement » 800m de dénivelé pour 35 kilomètres. D’ailleurs si on utilise la formule magique (100m de D+ = 1km en plus), on se retrouve avec un marathon. Il ne me reste plus qu’à valider ce 2h54 sur marathon… 🙂

J’ai quand même bien bossé avec une semaine à 100 bornes dont une belle sortie longue avec 60′ (fractionnées) à 4’15 d’allure.

Le départ se joue à la Queue lez Yvelines où je retrouve GuiGui mon habituel porteur d’eau, Cyril, Bastien et pleins d’amis Strava et du boulot. L’ambiance est excellente, tout le monde bien motivé.

Avec mon compère le plan est simple, partir vite, et finir l’un devant l’autre. Tout en sachant que GuiGui a fini l’année dernière à la 12ème place en 2h42 (avec a priori un parcours un peu différent)… La pression est à son comble et nous fait afficher des mines très tendues sur les photos…

C’est parti pour le trail des cerfs !

La course avec mon pacer aura duré 5″… Nous étions placés quasiment sur la ligne de départ, mais ce sont des boulets de canon que j’ai vu partir. Il faut dire que j’ai fait l’erreur de manger une barre entière 15′ avant, plutôt que de la morceler, et qu’il m’a fallu un peu de temps pour la digérer. Et puis j’ai aussi préféré jouer un poil la prudence sur ce parcours inconnu. 35km, c’est long…

Trail des Cerfs – départ

C’est un beau trail

J’ai vraiment été surpris. Ce trail des cerf est une bien belle course, dans une belle forêt de pins que je ne m’attendais pas à trouver ici. Après un départ assez ouvert, j’ai vite retrouvé des sentiers monotrace, de la bruyère et des senteurs du sud ! C’était chouette ! J’ai géré ma course au cardio en visant un max vers 160 bpm (environ 90%) car je sais que c’est une intensité que je peux tenir sur la durée prévue (d’où l’intérêt de porter son cardio en course et à l’entrainement…) Et ça passe bien, avec un rythme assez soutenu mais constant pour finir « presque vite » dans me mettre carton-chiffon.

Mais je vous rassure, ce n’est quand même pas facile ! J’ai eu un petit coup de mou vers le 20ème kilo où Nicolas, un coureur du Team Terre de Running m’a repris après s’être perdu… Il m’a bien relancé, malgré lui 🙂

Et devant ça va encore plus vite. J’étais bien content d’en finir, surtout dans les passages sablonneux du dernier tiers du parcours. Je n’avais pas ma pris pelle ni mon seau !

Après un tour de piste d’athlé d’une lenteur incroyable, je franchi la ligne d’arrivée au bout de 2h54′ à la 14ème position.

Bravo à mon porteur d’eau qui était un cran au-dessus !

  Trail des cerfs 2017 – Photo d’ambiance 🙂

Matériel utilisé pour ce trail

Chaussure de trail polyvalentes NewBalance Hierro v2 : parfaite pour les trails roulants plus ou moins longs

Sac Oxsitis Pulse 7 litres. léger, avec des poches et les défauts déjà vus dans le test, notamment le scratch de réglage de la bretelle qui « saute » quand je tire sur une flasque pour boire

Tee-shirt, chaussettes et cuissard Kalenji. Il y a moins bien. Mais c’est plus cher…

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Pedro Pascal’s really out there hopping around the multiverse adopting kids like he’s collecting Pokémon huh. Universal Daddy Mode activated.

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Marathon (This Post and Other Lengthy Experiences)

Yesterday, I did the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I guess that shows how lucky I am in life, that running a simple marathon was seriously the most I’ve ever been challenged. This is something that I’ve been working towards for over 2 years, something that I’ve always dreamed of doing, and let me tell you, the actual experience was the furthest I’ve ever been from my dreams. 

I was a complete idiot and decided to get Mum and Dad involved. Sure, it was nice to vent to them about running things throughout the training, but honestly, that's as far as the niceties of that stretched. I got up at 4:40 so that we could leave by 5. Dad had only gotten about 3 hours of sleep, so of course he was pretty tired and angry, as only Dad could be. Mum slept through all of her alarms and Dad nearly left without her, so it was certainly a joyous ride down to D.C. There I was, sitting in the front seat, Waze propped open on my lap, nervously gnawing at a peanut butter roll, fending off Brodie, and just wanting to be at the start line to get all of this over with. I can’t remember, the last time I felt that nervous. Seriously. Probably when I interviewed at Freedom, but even then, it was kind of my last shot, so I just kind of winged it, and hoped for the best. 

Anyway, we get to Crystal City (not before Dad legitimately loses his mind about all of the roads being shut, and actually convinced me at some point that I wouldn’t make it to the start line), and we start standing in line for the bus to come and get us. Despite this large, elaborate queue that had been set up, people were just ignoring it and jumping on any available bus. This meant that we were basically standing in line for nothing. I finally got on a bus around 7:40, and I started getting pretty nervous because I still wasn’t at the start line, and the race was starting in 15 minutes. We saw the opening antics happen while we were on the 5 minute bus ride, that ended up dropping us off right outside the Pentagon. This was still over a mile from the start line. This meant that even if we walked, we wouldn’t make the start of the race. I knew that my corral wasn’t supposed to start until 8:20, so I knew I had a little bit of time. I went to the bathroom and then started jogging to the start, as it was already past 8:10 by this point. I was so frustrated to have gotten up at fucking 4 am and still missed the start of the race. I kept walking on through until I reached the official start line, and then just like that, I was off. 

This hectic start made me realise that I had no clue about who was around me and what their pacing would be. I was able to stick to my walk/run routine pretty early though, as it was nice and spaced out by the time I finally started. I was nervous though for sure, as I had no idea of my pacing and if I was keeping under the required 14 minutes. So I just kept running at a pace that felt right. The first few miles being up hills kind of sucked, by mile 4 was legit the best. It was mostly downhill and the first time that the crowd kind of spread out a little more. I also saw a bunch of guys peeing, so that kind of relaxed me in a weird way. Miles 3-5 were actually pretty fast, as there was a lot going on, and a good amount of spectators. Then Rock Creek Parkway came about. 

Although, not hilly or mountainous, Rock Creek Parkway was an absolute bore to run. You run ever so slightly downhill for two miles, and then run the other way that is obviously slightly uphill. I just hate when race courses do that, as it just makes the first part seem so pointless. It was at this wrap around point that I saw a couple of important things. One, I saw the “Beat the Bridge” Pacer. I knew that as long as I kept a good distance from her, then I would be able to finish the race. I wasn’t feeling too tired yet, but it was certainly difficult to get to mile 6 of a race, and still know that I had over 20 miles left. That was when the obstacles in my brain started crowding in. Another thing that I noticed was that I saw the last girl who was running the race. There were two marines with her to try and help her through it, but there was a look of pure agony on her face, and a line of traffic directly behind her. Many aplauded her, but I honestly just felt so bad for her. She was the woman I was terrifed to be. Anyway, I kept plugging along, and thankfully my right foot didn’t have any pain whatsoever. That was the part that I think, upon reflection, that was hardest part. Most of my physical body held up, it was really just my mind. 

Around mile 10, I started to have some doubts. My body was certainly starting to feel tired, and my legs were starting to get sore. Now, this had happened in trainign, so I was ready for that, but I was just nervous. I thought, I could do 10 more miles for sure, but 16...that’s asking a lot. So on I plodded. I tried to make sure that I didn’t walk to much (unless I just completely fucked up refueling, which did happen at a few points), and tried to stay as positive as possible. I went through the blue mile, and it started to become more of an effort to stop the walking and start the running. I got to the halfway point, and after that, every mile seemed like a fucking battle. I’m not joking at all. It’s so weird to sit and casually think about this, as in the moment, I genuinely thoguth I was going to die. Then of course, I started to panic again. How was I feeling this shitty at mile 14?? I had 12 to go, and I couldn’t think like this. Trouble was, I couldn’t think of anything else either. I’ve never felt more trapped while running before in my life. I felt my pace begin to fall, and each step became a little bit harder. By mile 15, I was ready for the whole thing to be done. And I still had over 10 miles to go. I started panicking. 

I eventually started telling myself that if I could just make it to mile 20, and beat the bridge, then I would allow myself to walk a little more. I was desperate. I needed something to look forward to. I walked a little bit more before each water station, and actually started taking the Gatorade they were handing out. That really helped. I think I needed more salt to stop my legs from seizing up so much. Anyway, I was getting desperate by mile 16. And that’s when I saw them. Mum, Dad, Maddy, Brodie, Becca, and Ellie. I was so happy and near tears; I couldn’t let them down. These poor people had given up their days for this. I could’t let them down. As I ran past them, I wanted to throw up so bad. I wanted to get the anxiety out of my body once and for all. Dad, who had 3 hours of sleep, had a plane to catch, had a meeting bright and early the next morning, who wanted to run this so bad, but couldn’t because of an injury was standing there, trying not to look as pissed as he was about the parking clusterfuck and how the whole thing had gone so far.  Maddy, who had driven all the way up from Charlottesville that morning just to see this race. She’s got an extra 4 hours of her life taken away, plus all the time she spent with my family, and next to Becca who she knows isn’t super fond of her. Then there’s Mum, who’s been putting up with Dad all morning, and still not feeling great as she was woken up that morning with Dad just straight yelling at her. She gave me a blue, knitted ear warmer to wear at the race. As it was pure wool, it was pretty much too hot to wear from the very beginning, but let me tell you, as those miles continued to increase, so did my firm grasp on that blue knitwear. I couldn’t let it go. I just kept thinking, “I need to get back to the woman who made this”. And then Becca. Becca who had no real reason to come down at all, woke up bright and early on a Sunday morning, drove down to DC with Ellie, on a very cold and near rainy day to legit camp out Mile 16 to cheer me on. I can’t believe she did that, and I won’t ever forget it. No matter what happens in the future, I will never, ever forget she did that for me. Ian would have joined her had he gotten the messages, and it was the thought that counts on that one. They were all there at mile 16 cheering me on, and I knew I couldn’t disappoint them. 

The next mile was the gauntlet, and I had to get to that point by 12:30; I got there by 12. I knew that I had 30 minutes up my sleeve, but I knew that wasn’t enough to walk as I had planned after mile 20. It had been what was keeping me going the last 3 miles, I couldn’t give up now. As I passed through the gauntlet, I breathed a small sigh of relief. And so I kept going. Every mile was another reason to stop, to just walk the rest of it, to give up, to turn around and run another way, to go to a medic tent and have them cart me back. Finally I found mile 20, but I was near the end of my mental ability. I refilled my pack on the bridge, and knew that even if I walked the rest, I would make it. I started walking a lot more, which I hated every step of. I knew that my time would be atrocious, I felt as though I hadn’t trained a day in my life and I was so angry at myself. How could I have let this happen? How could I be this badly bruised? I was in so much pain, and was so emotionally tired, that I couldn’t even dwell on these thoughts. I just kept going. As I crossed through mile 21, my legs had completely seized up, I was just trudging through now. My walk was actually slower than my run. I felt like I was jogging in place and everything was on fire. 

At mile 22, I found the “Beat the Bridge” pacer and tried to keep to her pace. Strangely enough, I wasn’t physically tired. I had enough in the tank to actually keep running straight miles with no walking. Honestly, it was just the pain in my legs and the mental problem that I had. I didn’t think I could do it. That was what plagued my run from the very start. I never thought I could actually do it. I couldn’t keep pace with that group for more than a mile, and I was back to walking. I reached mile 24 and the tears were coming free and fast. I know that they weren’t actually from running the marathon and having that dream come true, but the pure desire “Please let this end. Please let this end soon. I can’t keep doing this. I need this to end.” I couldn’t have tried a positive mantra even if I had wanted to. 

When mile 25 came I started running without stopping. I had walked so much that I was so slow even as a jog. I was clocking in at 14 miles, but I didn’t care. I knew relief was soo close and I couldn’t stop. I could hear the booming from the finish line’s microphone, the bands that were planning at the finish coral. I knew it was close. I was going to make it. Even if I had to crawl over the line, I was going to make it. I didn’t care about pace or appearance, I just didn’t want to die; it was survival mode. I looked at my watch, disabled the interval timer, and saw that I had already passed the 26.2 mark on my watch. I was so angry to know that I had ran all of these extra miles and I just kept pushing. I walked a little bit more in mile 25, and then I saw it. I saw the hill. The hill that we had to run to get our medal. This is the hill I heard about, talked about, read about since day one of this race. I knew this is what I had to do. I started my slow jog again for the last time. I put every piece of physical energy, I was going to run it. That was the promise I had made to myself. No matter what happened throughout the entire race, I was going to run this bitch. As I’m getting to the top, I see my dad, and I yell to say hi. He’s angry because he coudln’t take a picture and he told me to stop. I yelled, “Are you serious?” I mean I was at the end of my rope here. I had gone through 6 hours of horrific stress and now when I’ve found the last bit of strength, you’re going to ask me to stop to pose for a picture. I honestly didn’t trust myself if I had to stop. Dad was so angry that he couldn’t get a picture at the finish line. I think this was my favourite part of the race. It was personal. It was just for me. Dad couldn’t embarass me with a picture, no one could get mad at me. It was just me and the marine handing me the medal. 

I continued to walk through the line of marines, who were just shoving things into my hands. This started to drive me crazy, I just wanted to sit and go home and rest. That’s all I wanted. I called Mum and Dad to link up with them, but found that Dad was very angry after the whole event, and when he told me that they were near the family link up spot, I thought I should head over there. This led to me sitting on a curb, shivering for about 20 minutes waiting for them to find me. When they told me that the walk to the car was another hour away, I genuinely nearly cried. I was in so much pain, I just wanted to stop. Dad just wanted to tell me that:

1. The whole day was the most frustrating thing he had ever experienced. 

2. It was a huge let down from the very beginning. 

3. Why was my pace so off? I had trained for this so why couldn’t I deliver. What had gone wrong? 

4. This was the last one that I’m ever doing and that it wasn’t worth everything. It was so stressful and horrible that nothing worked. 

He was mad about the fact that he had ran up to the start line (NO ONE ASKED HIM TO DO THIS AND I TEXTED HIM TO TELL HIM I HAD ALREADY CROSSED) and he had missed me. That he had to keep moving the car, and that by moving the car, he had to sit in traffic for 2  hours. That he never got a picture of me. And that everything was horrible. Mum confirmed this, and Maddy was equally stressed. She asked, “What did you walk the whole thing? You took forever”. So with a crushed and bruised ego, I took the car ride home. 

I had all of these plans to post about my marathon. I had the picture ready to go with my great jacket (which everyone basically judges me for), I had the inspirational post ready to go. I was so excited. After yesterday, I don’t want to ever talk about it again. I had a really rough run, and everyone had the worst day of their lives. The disappointment in me and the race was real, and I regretted getting them involved at all. It was nice what they did for me, it really was. But, it pretty much ruined the whole thing. So this will be the only post I do. I don’t want to talk about it with my kids or colleagues, my friends, or family. I just want to forget about it. It really wasn’t worth talking about. I underperformed MASSIVELY and basically ruined everyone’s day. There’s no reason to talk about it. People do much harder things everyday, and I guess I’m glad that I know I’m not cut out for the longer runs. I’ll just focus on the half marathon battle, if only to avoid the stress of the morning alone. That was one of the worst parts by far. So, like most things, I hyped it up in my head and it let everyone down. Back to work tomorrow, back to reality. 

[disasterstudio]

Plz enjoy this Minecraft filler to give my queue some time <3

[wrote-my-own-deliverance]

Me desperately shoving aside my Tragic Backstory™ to make room for my date: wow, I’m so sorry— yeah just throw that in the back—

[wrote-my-own-deliverance]

Who the fuck decided ‘oh’ need an ‘h’. Why can’t we just use ‘o’ like the olden days. What asshat had the right to decide we needed the effort of a whole extra letter. Ostentatious amount of audacity for a peasant who thought the world was flat, if you ask me.