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Yesterday morning, I kicked off my work week with getting blood drawn at Quest Labs in Huntington Beach. I told my doctor to test everything that could possibly go wrong, and some of those tests mean you can't eat. I purposely scheduled the appointment at like 7:30AM to avoid being ridiculously hungry. I also woke up in the middle of the night to chug some orange juice. Yes, I have the feeding schedule of a newborn.
When I got to the lab, the ladies sat me down and started taking the samples. A minute later, the lady says "you don't look so good". I put my head in my hands and the next thing I knew...I was on the flo', and all sweaty. And not in the 'we in the club getting down' kind of way. I had passed out.
The dude next to me getting his blood drawn must have thought I deserved the "biggest wuss in the world" award. Either that, or my reaction scared the crap outa him.
"Uhhh...on second thought...I don't really need these tests".
Apparently this is not all that uncommon. But as someone who gives blood on a semi-regular basis, it was kinda weird. And frightening in the way of "holy crap I'm fragile" kind of way. Maybe my billions of hours in the sun and excessive racing over the weekend did it. Anyways, I'm gonna chill on the fast workouts this week. Kinda because of this incident and kind of because slow runs = fun.
On another note, I have been getting some constructive blog criticism via email:
FasterBunnyOldestBrother: "I think you should ask for some sort of improved photography equipment for your blog. Your writing is great - your iPhone photos of yourself in mirrors - a little sketchy... Maybe a tripod or something?"
Haha. My bro's right. My pictures suck. I do have a better camera but am too lazy to use it. On the taking pics of myself in mirrors...the thing is....I always feel crazy asking people to take pictures of me. And have actually gotten a couple somewhat rude comments when I've asked people in public. (All when I've been up in LA bc people are mean there IMO).
So what do you do to get good pics?
Set self timers?
Get your Sig-O to do it?
Clone yourself and have one take a pic of you?
Help a sista out here :).
I will leave you with one more picture though: from my Monday 5k race. Upon review of the Brightroom pictures, I realized the points on my Lady Liberty hat were bent and I looked nothing like the Statue of Liberty. Rather, I resembled a deranged Medusa. Couple that with my "race day grimace"....
I don't know who that girl in front of me was, but I'm pretty sure she was running for her life.