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*If you haven't seen Idiocracy, well, you need to watch it. It'll change your life. Although, admittedly, that title still wouldn't matter unless you'd been hanging out with me lately, even if you HAD seen the movie. Just watch it, OK?

Wow. I totally did it again. I've gone a freaking week without posting. And I know you all feel sufficiently detoxed from the Katy love, but wait. Take one more hit. Seriously. I'm going to try again. And you should, too. All the cool kids are doing it.

I'm totally getting sick right now. It's this weird little throat thing that I don't actually admit that I have. Actually, that sentence might be the first time I've admitted I might actually be sick. Except for the time about an hour ago when I begrudgingly went into a Walgreen's and bought some cough drops to supplement my echinacea and vitamin C routine. Which, admittedly, probably only works if one gets enough sleep in addition to taking said echinacea and vitamin C and drinking lots of water and eating healthfully. I am not getting enough sleep. A recent conversation went something like this:

B: Do you need to go home? I don't want you to get sick.
K: I'm a big girl, and I make my own decisions. I'll leave when the movie is over.
B: OK, but it's like a long drive home and it's late and you get sick if you don't sleep, according to one, you.
K: Please don't boss me around. Also, I'm hanging out with you so that means you get a souvenir! Here, have some of my sick-o cooties.
B: Yes, please! I love souvenirs!

Obviously, this conversation is a bit ironic because aforementioned person is the main reason I'm not getting a TON of sleep lately. I mean, I wasn't getting a lot of sleep before I started spending every spare second with an uncommonly tall man who owns a poodle because I just don't usually sleep enough. But now the problem is worse. That bitch.

OK, obviously that's not how the exactly how the conversation went, but I swear that was the general IDEA. It's all about issues, people. Ideas! Onward! Anyway, I might be getting sick. I'm sure those around me (which lately means only one other person whom I just can't seem to annoy into getting tired of me) will love this post about cooties and being sick-ish and only admitting I freaking need more sleep when other peoples' lives are at stake.

I'm switching gears now. Like on a bicycle in a triathlon.

Did you like that athletic reference? I feel like it's really about to be my turn. Because I've been running? Oh, um, well, no, not actually. I mean, I RAN the other day. (Of course, immediately after running, I ate a chili dog, so I pretty much broke even.) But, I've been thinking about running a LOT lately.

And I'm going to do it more. As soon as I get some more sleep. Actually, I can totally run tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day. Thank God. I'm just stuck right there at three miles. I just don't feel like pushing through that wall. Or I didn't until yesterday.

Sunday, I watched runners (including aforementioned person I can't seem to annoy to the point where he doesn't want to date me) take on the White Rock Marathon (or, in his case, HALF marathon) here in Dallas. And you know what? It was freaking incredible. I saw the Kenyan elite runners take off for the half-marathon, and I saw some of the other Kenyan elite runners finish the full marathon at the same time as the normal, not professional half-marathon runners were coming down the home stretch. Can you imagine running 26 miles in less than two hours? Because I saw people who did it. I saw one man collapse maybe 25 yards from the finish line, crawl on his hands and knees for a few steps and then pull himself to his feet again to limp to the finish. Obviously, that man wasn't Kenyan, but it was totally a "Chariots of Fire" moment. I read that one woman who raced Sunday actually ran in the Athens Olympics in 2004. She placed 51st, but still! She ran in an Olympic marathon!

Anyway, am I ever going to be an elite runner? No. I know you're all thinking I could totally take on the Kenyans, but I kind of like having a little junk in my trunk. Regardless, my own version of a running feat is coming up far too quickly. I'm not prepared, but I did read about how interest in running always spikes after the Rock. And I'm hoping that's the case for me. Although, if I do happen to go another week without posting, just know I'm probably sufficiently enjoying myself.