Friday. Some crazy shit went down before 6am.

Yeah, so I wasn't going to go to the gym today because I AM SORE AS HELL from the 3 mile run.  You know how I KNOW I'm not a natural runner?  Because...

•  nobody in my whole damn family can run fast...we are all slow as hell. 
•  every fucking time I run, it takes me 3 damn days to recover.
• I breathe like a rhinoceros while I'm running.
• my gait is unnatural and awkward.
• I fucking hate it.  Running sucks balls.

Speaking of balls, that's the ONLY reason why I went to class today.  No, not to have ball sweat drip on my forehead...this HAS actually happened.  And although ball sweat on the forehead is super fun, I was actually excited to get meatballs from my friend, Sarah.  She brought me homemade Italian meatballs.  What. The. Fuck. Right?

Ate it for dinner.  I added a sprinkle of Parmesan.  Cuz go big or go home mutha fucka!

But I digress.  I wasn't going to go to the gym but the meatballs were waiting AND the Friday workout theme was Aerosmith and J. Bon Jovi so I went.
 Small problem...

1. There was no Aerosmith played.
2. There was no JBJ played.

I had a shitty workout.  Not due to the music, I was just feeling off.  My mental game took a shit.  I punked out like a little bitch.  I left in a crappy mood.  This rarely happens.

Off to Starbucks to shake it off....when BOOM! I murdered a rabbit.  No shit.  I killed a rabbit 3+ weeks away from Easter. I hit that poor, little fucker with my car.  I saw it hop into the road and  I slowed down.  It zig zagged, I zig zagged to try to avoid it.  Thump, thump.  I ran it over.  It was as if I was TRYING to run it down.  I zigged perfectly with its zag.  I saw it writhing in the road in my rear view mirror.  I felt so bad that it was in pain.  I actually contemplated turning around and running it over again to put it out of its misery but then I thought that maybe I could be arrested for animal cruelty.  Hitting it once is an accident.  Doing it AGAIN to make sure its dead could land me a jail sentence. Frickin' PETA would have me all over the news...

Teacher Runs Down Defenseless Bunny Near Easter

She's also a profane blogger!

So I sped away.  I ordered my coffee, went up to pay, and my friend in the car in front of me PAID FOR MY DRINKS!!!! Thank you, Andrea!!!   I was happy again.  Then I realized that karma would NEVER give me a free coffee if I killed the Easter bunny.  It hit me like a car!  I killed Bunny Foo Foo, not the Easter bunny, and I ended his reign of terror and saved the rest of the field mice from getting bopped on the head.  The End.

Meals
Breakfast-Quest Bar
Snack-raw cashews/dried cranberries
Lunch-The Habit chicken salad (I am obsessed)
Snack-Protein shake
Dinner-MEATBALLS
Snack- egg whites ????

A few thoughts...

truth!  This is why I try to run!

Bahahahaha!!!!

I'm  planning on getting a belly button ring in 90 days. 

It's so scared.....