It's a broken hallelujah

Ok, it's 4 days post marathon and I am stuck at home for the day. 

So, it feels like the right time to regale you with more stories of half marathon martyrdom!

Let's do this thing!

Do NOT be fooled by the cheerful name of this half marathon.

 I did not, at any point on the course, feel perked up. 

Also there was no caffeine provided.

 I had to bring my own. 

(I had the following things shoved into my sport bra: my car keys, a 5 hour energy thing, a container with baindaids and ibuprofen, and a partridge in a pear tree) 

Classy, right?

(Aspiring half marathoners should be taking notes right now!)

This is the bridge you cross at the start of mile 12.

 I have vague memories of this one.

 I was still feeling that strange 'being one with the Earth' feeling at this point. 

So, if you are my facebook friend you've already been subjected to this picture.

 My sister actually reported it to facebook as being 'abusive' and pornographic.

 She is so crazy.

I was seeing my doctor for a med check last night  and she was NOT IMPRESSED with what I had done to my feet. 

And speaking of meds, I'm mostly on the same ones.

They're really getting to that good place of making me feel neutral about everything. 

I love the kind of apathetic, 'everything's good' kind of feeling I get :) 

Aren't you happy I keep you updated on my mental health meds? 

It's because I talk to people all day about their meds. 

I don't have a filter anymore. 

I was telling my friend Michele (who is always right about everything) the other day that I was going to come to her office and pour 75 klonopin in my hand and yell "do you think this will kill me?" 

Not for any other reason but to annoy her! 

I also sent her my Penn Foundation "Top 5 hottest and Top 5 LEAST hot" lists yesterday. 

She keeps doing this thing she calls "working". 

I don't like it. 

ANYWAY

This the best part of this whole post!

I was going to put my sneakers away this morning and saw these socks from the halfie.

I realized my feet had started bleeding DURING the half marathon.

If that doesn't qualify me for total athletic martyrdom, I don't know what does. 

This picture has nothing to do with the rest of the post.

It was just a cool sunset picture I took on my way home from work the other night.

Because I take pictures and drive.

Like a responsible citizen. 

Ok, I pledge to not talk about this half marathon again. 

But we've got the Philly Half Marathon coming up in 3 months. 

Be ready!

Lori Ann