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1. I eat the same thing for breakfast and lunch every day. 2. Getting a bikini wax makes me sweat. 3. Last night I had 2 beers and no ice cream.  I think I just broke a year-long ice cream streak. 4. I always read before going to sleep. 5. I must empty the dehumidifier the SECOND I hear the beep. 6. That rhymed.  I hate things that rhyme. 7. Running in the summer didn't bother me nearly as much when I was a slower runner. 8. My aunt has 6 toes on one of her feet.  When I was a little kid, I would crawl under the table and count them. 9. I got mad at my credit card company so now I pay my bill the day it is due instead of the day after I get the bill like I used to.  You can't have my money until I say so, bitches! 10.  I have very low blood pressure.  My resting HR is 44. 11. I tend to find a small lump or mark on my body and get really stressed out about it.  I repeatedly convince myself I'm dying of some weird lump disease.  And then it turns

1. Lauren over at Failed Muffins went on vacation for a week, so I polished up a post outta the vault for her yesterday.  Go drop her some sweet sweet love! 2. Emily and I are going out this weekend to stomp on the face of the inside loops of the Reston course.  I'm thankful for training partners that also have hilly races coming up so I don't have to complain to myself all day.  Like one of my favorite crazy redheaded girls says, hills are for heroes !   3. I've got some thinking to do. I've got quite a few friends in IM training this year, and lately, instead of watching them work out and think, "that's insane, I could never do that," my thoughts have been turning to, "Maybe I could do that."  But it's a huge commitment (mmm, durrr).  It would mean that I'd spend 4+ months in a single training cycle (plus maintaining a solid base for 2-3 months before that), which is actually kind of a long time.  4 months, plus race and rec

Dear Reston , I am coming. Be afraid.

The complete-rest manifesto is going quite well. The first step was three complete days off.  (Foodies, avert your eyes).  I ate nothing but cupcakes and cheesy beer bread muffins and homemade pizza and drank beer and didn't count grams of protein and turned down workout dates and it was everything I had ever dreamed it would be.  Until about halfway through the second day, when I started to crave vegetables.  And then on the third day, where I could not force another pink-frosted cupcake down my throat and drank muscle milk by choice and was itchy and irritable and bored (and rested!) at 4pm.  I managed to force myself to go out to dinner with friends and drink a beer sampler and eat (gasp!) meat, but I was ready to move again.  So when Lauren suggested a ride the next morning, I was thrilled to BE thrilled to say yes.  Our ride was both easy-paced and short, but my legs were pretty happy to move again.  And we spent the rest of the day sunning by the pool. In a nod to our