|(I know my last name isn't a secret but for professional reasons I try to keep it off the blog. I dunno?)|
Kristina is the fastest person that you'd never know she was fast until you stalked her times on the internet, btw. Like a secret agent?
My training is going just fine. I finished last week with about 46 miles done which was funny because it felt like about 100 relative to my super low mileage weeks lately. I did a successful "longish" tempo on Tuesday with 7 miles at about 7:25 pace. Started at 7:38 and ended at 7:12 with more laps around the elementary school. It's great because there are no stoplights. The cross guards who stand there and see me run around the school 15 times must think I am truly insane.
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Are you on Facebook? I'm guessing there's a 99.9% chance the answer is yes because isn't everyone these days?
I decided a couple weeks ago to deactivate my account (you can't delete it, apparently that's nearly impossible) in an effort to have more free time / real interactions with people. It was kind of embarrassing the amount of times I realized I was signing in every day. I am not allowed to go back on it for one more week and am kind of unsure if I will stay off it. Here are the emotional stages of grieving I've gone through so far.
1) Internet Twitches: For the first couple days, I kept accidentally going to the site to sign in and realizing I couldn't. It was like those people who took Ambien and started eating in their sleep. I was probably trying to sign in in my sleep as well.
2) Posting Withdrawal: Something hilarious just happened to me! Was it still funny if I can't exaggerate it and post it on Facebook for all to see and laugh at and hit the like button?
3) Stalking Stalking: Ok fine. This one has been the hardest. There are a few people on facebook who I LOVE to stalk. Not really for any reason beyond the fact that I got into the habit of stalking them and now I feel like I know all of their friends who I've never met too. I have a problem.
4) Relief: I am positive that people in our generation have been subjected to seeing more birthday parties, motivational phrases, Nike+ runs of 3.0919 miles, engagement rings, and drunken duck faces than all other generations since the beginning of time. It is a relief to not see that anymore.
5) Out of Contact: This is the only part that I kind of regret about being off the site. There are some people I actually like to keep up with for totally normal reasons. I'm sure I'm also missing birthdays. Maybe I'll use a calendar like a normal person?
6) Connected to EVERYTHING: I can't us my Spotify account any more! Everything is connected to facebook!!!! Ahhhhhh!
6) Smug Confusion: After about two weeks off Facebook, it's safe to say I don't really miss it anymore. And I love the idea of smugly telling people this. But it's probably safe to say that eventually it's sweet siren song will lure me back and I'll be back to reading about babies, birthdays, and Aunt Mildred's crazy political views.