2. There is nothing worse than obsessing over things that are out of your control. I submitted my entry for the Nuun Hood To Coast contest on Friday. The problem with being somewhat proactive is that now I have to wait. And wait. And wait. You get the idea. The contest doesn't even close until the 15th. They don't announce the team until the 22nd.
I'm confident and my entry will speak for itself. But I'm terrible at biding my time. Just ask Colin. I'm a ball of anxious nerves. It sounds kind of silly, but I'm honestly sure this is why I don't put myself out there too much. The "will they like me" question is killing me because what if they don't? In my head I know that it has no bearing on me. That's the insecure 15 year old me talking. It's not like they're going to send me an email saying, "You know what? Yeah, just not good enough and we don't like you." Either my entry was more creative than the other
After reading that last paragraph it's obvious I simply need to let go and stop over-analyzing. Easier said than done, of course. I'm sure you'll hear about it a couple more times before the 22nd.
3. My half-marathon clinic starts tomorrow! Hip hip hooray! It's 16 weeks long (I think) and will train me for the half in Victoria, BC in October. Colin's going to be training on his own for the full. It'll be nice because I'll be able to watch him finish since my race will be over first. I'm so glad that my running is back to being scheduled. I've been so lazy lately. The best thing is that the runs is how (not) long they are. I'll be able to do most of them on my own since they're short (think 4km tempo runs, etc.) and it stays light out for longer.
4. I'm considering having a Facebook page for Running 42km. I think my real-life friends might be sick to death of all my running related status updates and blog post links. Question is, though, would any of you "like" it? It's another added thing so I'd only want to do it if you are interested. Let me know.
5. My parents, Colin and Spud surprised me yesterday with my birthday cake. This is only significant because my birthday was back on 17 March. Things were just too busy around my birthday for my mum to make my labour intensive cake so we had a different one that Spud picked out. Of course, being a mature 31 years old, I complained that I didn't get "my" birthday cake. For the past month or so the cake and icing were in the freezer, but there was never a chance to assemble it. Spud did very well not spoiling the surprise yesterday! I wrote off his comment, "Happy Birthday, birthday girl!" (said with a big hug) as just him being his cute 4 year old self since he made me a block birthday cake a couple of days before. I'll post a picture of what's left of it for Wordless Wednesday!
*No snide remarks from you Barefoot Neil Z.