Leah's not feeling very patriotic
Yesterday was Easter AND Passover dinner. The moral of this story may be: if you are planning on running a 5-mile race on Monday, DON'T eat Easter brunch and Passover dinner on Sunday. Where's my home colonic kit?! I'm running in two hours... and this is going to suck big-time.
In addition to the excess five pounds i put on yesterday, Passover was a bit of a trying evening for me. When we got home i was taking off my earrings, and one of them popped off and fell to the floor. A heard the tap of it hitting wood, but we looked and looked and looked and looked, crawled all over the floor for an hour, moved the dresser, shook out all the clothes and blankets in bouncing vacinity, and it was gone. i don't know how something so expensive could just disappear like that. I looked and looked and looked last night and this morning. If i stare at the patterns on our wood floor anymore i think they will start to talk to me. It was one of the earrings i wore at the wedding. Losing it was anouther testament of how i wreck up everything in my life by being a horrible irresponsible failure.
Patriot's day wrap-up
Other than me completely f-ing up my race (41:23, more than two minutes worse than last year, sliced into a nice fat 8:17 mile) we had a pretty good Patriot's day. After the race we went over to our parent's neck of the woods to watch the annual parade. There were lots of good bands which Dan really liked, and i like to watch the baton-twirlers, especially the chubby ones in sequins. There is a window of a few years when young fat girls will still don sequins and feel special. This is before they realize the world and weight-watchers are out to crush their spirit. During that time there may also be spandex; It's magical to watch! It's also fun taking in the crowd that gathers around the parade route. Patriot's day is a sacred holiday in Massachusetts, and everyone celebrates by letting their kids eat fried dough and dive for candy in the street when it's thrown from floats. Hurah!
As for the botched race, next time i won't make the fatal mistakes of biking six miles to the race first, and also eating non-stop the day before, and generally acting like an all-around fatass. However, there is good news! Since upon coming home i was so sad and demoralized at my own general failure, Dan crawled around on the floor of our bedroom until he found my lost earring! It was hiding in the lint under the radiator. He's the best!