Shoot The Moon

Workout: 4 miles, 11:17 average

My friend sent me a couple of pictures from our exciting trek on Saturday, so I figured I'd share them because I've got nothing else.

I'm kind of shocked this was taken with a phone.

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Wait, I do have something else: I got into another school! This one was EVEN MORE exciting than the last because it's one of my top choices AND because I didn't think I had a chance in hell of getting in. Honestly. Not in an "I'm being modest" kind of way, but in an "I don't considered myself remotely qualified" kind of way. Early on, I contemplated applying to their MA program but nixed that idea because I thought my odds were so low. A few weeks later, though, I decided on a whim to apply to the PhD program and see what happened. Shoot for the moon and all that, right? Oh, I shot, and I landed among the stars or whatever (or did I actually make it to the moon? Sayings are not my forte).

So that turned what had been a pretty ho-hum day into a pretty awesome day. I haven't really been "sleeping" or "functioning as a normal human being" since I found out about my exciting and terrifying work trip in April (leave me alone, I'm dramatic), so this morning's run was done with my eyes shut far more than one might consider safe. It was also a neighborhood run so it's not as though there was anything to look at anyway. Here's the one pretty picture I found that was taken in my neighborhood.

From when that weird mist took over that one time.

I was supposed to run an 11:38 but my garmin was being an asshole so it made me run too fast. Oops.

I've got this disturbing pain in my right heel when I walk. This makes no sense because my heel barely touches the ground when I run. I'll show you the tread on old pairs of shoes if you don't believe me. Forefoot-er all the way, baby. Also, the pain actually started before I even ran (and I took yesterday off), and it only hurts when I walk. I'm not too worried because this happened to me a few months ago and I wasted 24 hours worrying about plantar fasciitis before it disappeared. Something to watch out for, though.

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In this week's "questionable music suggestions from a girl who's embarrassed about her music tastes but working on being more open about it," (a pithy working title I just came up with), I'm obsessed with this Beyonce song. Can't stop, won't stop. I was trying to belt it out while driving to school, but apparently it's hard to belt a song sung by a much better singer in a key twenty octaves higher than anything I'll ever be able to sing. Regardless, you should listen to it and have crazy solo dance parties like I do.

That's all I've got. To you, my friends!

• Ever shoot for the moon? Or shoot the moon? That's fun too. How terrible is that saying, by the way?
• What's up with my heel? Should I tennis ball it?
• Forefoot striker? Midfoot? Heel? Knee?
• Let's have a Beyonce dance party. This is an order, not a question.