Yesterday was a monumental day. Okay, you don't have to beg, I will tell you about it.
-- We took our next-to-last exam yesterday in my summer class (my class is over in less than a week!! where did the summer go?!?!) I studied and felt prepared, but then again, every time I have felt prepared I walk out of the exam thinking I failed and every time (well, once) that I didn't really study I felt like the exam was easy. So I just didn't even know what to think anymore.
Turns out, I got an 88!!!! Which is 2 points from an A, mind you.

Thanks, Avery. I know.
And from what my classmates said about their grades, that was a pretty good score! So, YAY ME!
Hopefully one day I will be smart enough to graduate.

Rude. Looks like that cap
went to someone's head.
-- So, I ran yesterday. I don't even know how long it's been since I've run now. It's been way too long since I've run any kind of significant distance, that's all I know. But I'll take what I can get... which right now is like 2.5 miles.
Apparently, I under-estimated the heat. It was *only* 90 degrees out when I left (which, compared to 115 like it has been, seemed like a breezy spring day) and cloudy. Turns out, it only felt like that for about a mile, and then THE SUN CAME OUT OMG. I ran my first mile at a 10:20 pace, which is pretty speedy right now for my injured, weenie-in-the-heat self. Once the sun decided to join me though, it was downhill from there. Okay, no it wasn't. I wish I was running down a hill. That would have been easier. I walked like 4 times. Yes, during a measly 2.5 mile run. Don't judge. The only thing that kept me from laying down on the asphalt and passing out or dying was my love handles and an impending trip to the Bahamas. So I trudged forward, painfully slowly. But I finished up strong and ran the last 1/2 mile at a 9:20 pace and seriously thought I was going to vomit everywhere when I stopped. I love and hate that feeling. Mostly hate. But, GO ME!!!

Okay, whatever B. We can't all be super speedy long distance runners with 6-pack abs like you.
In related news, I can't wait til FALL!
-- I cheated on Paleo yesterday. And boy was he pi$$ed.
It was like 3 in the afternoon and I was starving.
Paleo was no where in sight...
Conveniently, Tostitos called... and man he was tempting.
My stomach growled, and I caved.
Mmmmm salt.
I seriously only ate like 7 chips, and I kid you not, not 5 minutes later my stomach was in KNOTS. Knots that lasted HOURS. Paleo found out I cheated and took it out on my stomach in the form of severe cramps! I thought I was going to die. Not cool, Tostitos, not cool.

A likely story.
And still, it's amazing to me that I used to eat those things all the time and couldn't tell the difference. Now? Seriously not even worth it. How do I always forget that?! SALT IN THE FORM OF FRIED, CRUNCHY GOODNESS... NOT WORTH THE PAIN. Fine, I'll take a nice, healthy apple next time. (
With peanut butter, please? NO!)
-- Lastly..... umm, I can not believe that this will be me in 3 days:

I will more than likely be making that face and screaming profanities the entire way down, too.
OMG OMG OMG OMG I can't believe I'm jumping out of a plane on Saturday!!!!! Holy crap. OMG.
I told my professor I was going and she gave me excellent advice: Don't go splat! Thanks, Dr. Warner, I'll try not to! :)
Happy Wednesday!!