Score! That was amaxing!

My head is spinning with schools that I could have never had a prayer of getting into. So I thought since the printer gets to take a break for unknown reasons, my faxing and printing and w-9 requesting needs a break too.

Things that will not be discussed today:

• yesterday's Twins game
• my 2nd counterfeit race of 2009
• my embarrassingly early bedtime
• Kelsey's role in the Real Roommates of St. Louis Park. (mainly because she's not around enough to be included.)
• how much I detest when people say Score! or Chilaxin.

Things that will be discussed:

• how cool Target Field looks when you exit off of 6th from 394.
• how impressed I was with my race time considering my 'training' has been on halt since..well, 2008ish.
• how I got 8 hours of sleep last night and still managed to squeeze in 1.5 episodes of FNL. Unreal.
• how I worked up the courage to order off the secret menu at Jamba Juice last weekend and forget to tell you.

6th Street Exit=highly recommended. Go ahead and go a little slower and take in the sights of the whatever it's called plaza, the giant Twins sign, and the site of probably 30ish games next year. (because Lord knows most will be cancelled/delayed/miserable due to that fantastic decision to not put a retractable roof on the dang thing). Still looks cool and I'm still looking forward to the day that I have to worry about tan lines at a Twins game.

Torchlight 5k. I listened to GirlTalk and started in the front of the pack. Works like a charm until you hit mile 3 when you realized you haven't gone this fast since the mile run in 6th grade. I think I could have finished a bit stronger, but I came in with a respectable sub 24 finish time which is awesome since my marathon training schedule of late has consisted of lifting my laptop from the couch to my bed every night around 10:30.

Which was 9:30 last night. Also factored in: sleeping in until 6:45 yet still managing to leave by 7:15. I am officially nothing short of AMAZING. (which I just typed as amaxing and kind of like how that looks/sounds).

I psyched myself up from the parking lot into Whole Foods and told myself if the girl at the counter seemed nice, then i would just quietly say 'do you guys make the pink starburst one here?' She looked nice. So I did it. and she said yes. I thought to myself I better get the original instead of the small just in case it's super good. It was very good. Not super. just very. so go with the small. but worth the quiet questioning and worth ordering. Next time: White Gummibear.

and a midair travis barker drum solo for your enjoyment.