the unofficial nickname for august in my office is apparently "No One Come To Work Except the Lower Level Staff Ha Ha They Are Sitting in Front of a Computer While We Sip Mojitos on the Porch of Our Beach House" month. so i'm bored. so you get a painfully detailed account of my weekend.

friday: what the hell happened friday? i have some sort of disorder where i can't remember anything longer than 36 hours ago. oh yes. that was the evening i got a free donut from krispy kreme after work (my 45th free donut of the week and counting), because they are opening a store across the street from my office. (haha; now that i do dcist i will link ONLY TO THEM EVER). post free-donut, i met up with kriston and tommy and we went to the big hunt. which was torture for me, because there was nothing that i wanted more than a friday happy hour beer, but i was running the next day and could not partake of the alcohol goodness. i was much more restrained than the last time i went out drinking with susan the night before a run, saying, "just one drink!" and then ended up moaning on the floor of an orange line metro car three hours later. kriston's roommates erik and jeremy came out and had a few drinks, and we all chatted, and i'm sure i annoyed the waitress to no end by asking for 32 glasses of water. a runner's gotta hydrate!

saturday: i have to apologize, but i'm going to talk about my run. i know that lately you cannot get away with talking with me for more than 15 minutes without learning every detail ever about marathon training, or what sports drink i really like, or hearing about the blisters from hell i am getting. i'm sorry. i can't help myself. i don't know what's happened. but it's too late to stop. i got up at 5:15am, as i normally have to do for my weekend long-distance run. this run was to be 18 miles, which is officially the longest i've ever run. (we're training up to 22 miles.) you know, i was going to include some detailed description of the run, where we went, and what i was thinking the entire time, but it's not necessary: i can just say it sucked. actually, the first 15 miles were rather good, but the last three were like some sort of bizarre painful descent into a halucinatory hell where the tidal basin running path turns into a bed of coals lined with leaping flames and cackling devils, urging me to launch my sauconys at some tourists and go to sleep under that tree over there.

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ps: that would be pronounced dee cee ist, not Deecyst. or desist. etc. thank you.