I know that most people make a big deal of round numbered accomplishments, and some simply like round numbers. Me? Eh, I'm not much of a numbers person. I don't keep tally of my weekly, monthly, or yearly mileage (although, I am aware on a week to week basis of how much I've run, I just don't record it). I don't wear my Garmin, or a watch, or a homing device, so I only know time when I race. I don't do track repeats (numbers with an "X" are even more intimidating than plain numbers), and I have no idea what my heart rate is (resting or otherwise). So, when I do slow down and take note of numbers, they are often not "round." Thus, post #652.
In order to commemorate this post, and the more than 2 years worth of events, I thought I would take a page from Vanilla and present to you a "best of" post; therefore, below are some of the highlights from this habitual running and the life that goes along with it. They are in no particular order. Enjoy!
The First Post: This was the beginning of both my blogging and my running; you'll note that not a lot has changed in 2 years.
The "I Pooped Myself Post": Probably one of my most infamous incidents and posts. This one endeared me to many readers, but what was most surprising was how many of you could relate.
The Marathon Post: My triumph of Disney. Take that Mickey! I totally kicked your ass!
The 5K PR Post: One of my best running moments and the reason I *heart* Turkey Trots.
The Barf Post: This has been an issue that has plagued my running both during and after running. I guess I have a sensitive stomach, yo.
The "I Fell Down" Post: I have fallen down many times in my life, and twice while running, but this crash was the worst.
The "Before I Actually Pooped Myself, I Had Some Close Calls" Post: My little lead-in kinda says it all, right?
The Scooter Post: When we got our dog, Scooter. He was the. cutest. puppy. ever. period.
The Wedding Post: Yes, I had time to post on the morning of my wedding. For the only posted picture, you can read this post.
The Bachelorette Post: If you think I'm the sort of gal to puke in a limo and dance on stage with male strippers, well then, you'd be right. I am just that sort of gal.
The Wilma Post: With so much attention on Katrina (and rightfully so), little was noted about Hurricane Wilma, which caused millions in damage to our area, and was the worst hurricane experience we have had: hubby and I were without electricity for 14 days.
The Bug-Booger Post: I don't know how many times this has happened to me since, but back then, it was all new.
And lastly, I leave you with classic Jess: The Drunk Post: While I'd like to say that this was singular in its appearance, I would be lying if I did. My archives are filled with drunken posts such as this.
So, that's it for now, folks. Feel free to browse the archives and read the other 651 posts that are in there, if you so desire. And hey, if you recall any other post or incident that I wrote about that you found particularly funny/touching/aggravating, go ahead and share!