What's the plan, man?

So as you all know life does not always go as planned. I was never a big planner - in fact I often did everything I could to avoid planning. In college people would be like "so Ange, happy hour this friday?" and I'd freak out. Sure, I went to happy hour every Friday, but the thought of committing to this so early in the week (aka Mon-Thurs) made me die inside. What if something came up? What if I forgot and did something else (this happened often)? What if, what if, what if ahhhh it was too much to handle.

Then I became a runner.

(I know that usually someone would be like, but then I became a mom and everything changed - but f no I am not a mom and don't even get me started on all of the what ifs that would make me freak out if that happened anytime in the next idk 10-50 years. I'm twenty three damnitt!) Ps I love moms, I thing babies are pretty badass, and I read more mommy blogs than I care to admit, but if you have read this blog ever you can probably tell that I can barely take care of myself - let alone a child.

PANIC ATTACK over let's get back on track.

So yea, I became a runner. And then planning took over my life. To the point that someone could last minute offer me the chance to meet Lady Gaga and I would stress over it and cry before deciding to skip a 2-3 miler. Not healthy at all I know. Really not healthy.

So that brings us to last week. So I was really sick on a 3-4 mile day, I think it was Wednesday. So I skipped my run. I figured I could make up the miles and decided to just lay and moan about how my tummy hurts and how the world has scorned me. Then long run day came - aka my planned longest run before the 1/2 - 11 miles. It was 20 degrees with a wind chill of 8. I'm sorry peeps but I just don't run that fast and my body doesnt produce enough heat as it is. So I settled for a 7miler on the treadmill (after frantically texting, calling and agonizing, with 4 people). The goal was to get a treadmill with a tv, but kick me when I'm down, I went to every single open treadmill at the gym and tried the tvs and they didnt work. I just need something to focus on that moves around and distracts me from my indoorness. But nothing.

So now I have to rework the training plan, long run this upcoming Monday (hopefully) and trying to run with a crazy cold this week. Oh and we're getting snow tomorrow? This is why a girl just should never plan. Life doesnt like it. Life wants you to float around, go to happy hour when you're in the mood, run when its fun, and just love life.

I want to throw my google calendar against the wall!