Miracles, drugs, magnents, and peppers.

It's a miracle!! I'm healed. (Well, maybe...) But I could run longer than 12 minutes today. 40 minutes of glorious running with no calf cramps. Now that's what I call a good day.
How did I do it? A good long rest from running and some high powered muscle relaxer pills, that I like to compare to Lortab.
Funny story...The first time I took the pill I took it in the morning and I was so high at school, I honestly don't remember anything from that day. I remember going in the bathroom and not seeing things clearly. I also remember falling asleep 6 times through out the day in my various classes.
So now I just take them before I go to bed, and I sleep real good.

So hopefully my calves continue to feel better. Yesterday I had to go get my blood drawn so the doctors could do some tests to figure out this mysterious calf problem.
If you know me, you know how hard it was for me to have that done. Ew ew ew. Elbow pits gross me out. Actually, people touching me in the elbow pits gross me out.
(Weird I know, and no.. I don't know why, and no I'm not kidding.)
So getting a needle stabbed in there about killed me!
But I did it, and I didn't even cry like I did when I had to get an IV for my wisdom teeth.
(Yes, that's how bad I hate elbow pits.)
The results should come back tomorrow.

I also have an appointment with a special sports therapists next Tuesday and good old Coach Evans is coming with me.
Oh Coach Evans... :) He is a funny old man. He is an assistant coach that's 80 years old, and boy does he like to talk about... well about anything. He just likes to talk.
He knows alot about running though! Bless his soul. So he is taking me down to Riverton for this appointment. Should be interesting.

So let me tell you a story called "My roommate is a boy magnent and I am a red headed loser dork."
Once upon a time my awesome roommate and running buddy Kelsey got asked on a million dates in a week (literally.)
Today she went on a date with a man named Sylvan. Sylvan is no ordinary man. He writes her secret poems at church and passes them to her, but not in a creepy "I'm a weirdo" kind of a way.
Well today Sylvan came to pick her up for their date. He was driving no ordinary car, but a 2011 convertible CORVETT. Yeah. And it was black. And he's way cute. And he bought her a nice dinner.
The end.

No worries though, I have a cute picture of my boyfriend on my dresser. I'm a lucky girl.


Oh Dwight. You're the only man for me. Hmph.

My roommates and I have a new obsession with these videos. We may or may not watch them both at least 3 times a day. We also may or may not have them both memorized.

 

 And this following video could be me someday. (When I say could, I actually mean most likely will.)