On Saturday, John let me loose in Target while he returned gold sheets intended for Betty in Florida sent to John in Charleston. I went straight to the clothing section to indulge in cheap Target sweats and instead went straight to these fake sequin running pants. I have a habit of filling my cart at Target and spending the last half of the trip putting everything back. But these tights kept catching my eye, so I posted a picture of them to a Facebook group I’m in, the Women’s Running Club, asking, jokingly, if they were “obsessed or hot mess.” I filled my cart, thought hard about returning everything, then bought it all. I think I went in for razors.
Back in the car, I checked Facebook to see if anyone had an opinion and I couldn’t believe the response. Tens of people actually WENT to Target that day and bought them. The rest bought theirs online. Some people were confused and thought they were real sequins. One even thought they might spark and cause a fire. I just couldn’t believe these tacky–but seriously fabulous–sequin pants were such a hit. I felt very fashion forward.
It’s been almost two weeks and I still haven’t brought my headphones to work which means I still haven’t started the second season of Serial. But I did start Making a Murderer. MAM is exactly the kind of show I would watch and spend whatever free time I have obsessing over. We put it on Friday night after the baby went to sleep, John also immediately fell asleep, but I stayed awake for the first episode. I have mixed feelings. I think it just made me too sad.
I spend 10+ hours a week in traffic. When I win the Powerball I’m going to hire an Uber copter to take me to work.
I’ve been struggling with my running pace since before having the baby. My last race right before getting pregnant was a 50 mile ultra, so my pace plummeted, and I haven’t trained for anything since. At lunch on Monday I decided on a whim to do a 5 mile tempo run and was able to keep my pace well under 8 minute miles. It felt good to feel good about a run.
This week John sold an iPad to someone in a town he had never heard of in his home state of Nebraska. The town is actually called a Village because it only has 93 people. I believe this is exactly 3,000 less than John’s village. We learned that there is a Navy ship named after someone born in the town, the median income for males is 26 thousand dollars, at the turn of the century they had a population of 296, but in 1930 it peaked at 489. In case that every comes up.
Our countdown to the superbowl is on! As long as it’s not the Patriots, I don’t care who goes to California, I don’t like any of the teams. Going to California seems like a trend this week. The Rams are back to LA and they also want to share their new city with the Chargers. Charger’s fans are notoriously bad at going to games–most of the games were blacked out on TV because they didn’t sell enough seats. Maybe some reverse psychology will make Chargers fans throw a hail mary.
This made me laugh. When I win the Powerball I’m only flying first class.
**Update, we did not win the Powerball.