Hey, I can't read my Garmin.  I had to gently edit my last post to simmer down the drama, because the dumb-mean-good-for-nothin' 10k I ran on Monday was not actually completed at a pace slower than goal marathon pace, nor at the same pace as the Tilden Tough Ten.  My Garmin clocked a 6:39 pace for 6.33 miles.  Official pace was 6:47.  Still not cool at all, but it does make me feel slightly better to know my tired legs were only about 25-30 seconds off of where they should be.

XLMIC presented me with an awesome opportunity via a simple email today, which I responded to with a fervent "fuck yes I want in".  The opportunity involved joining forces with her in an application for a running-related contest that I'm sure many of you are already aware of.  One of my only jobs for the application, at the late deadline hour (due tonight), was to send XLMIC pictures of myself as a young'un.

I had to ask my folks to scan me a couple pictures, as I have nothing in my home to prove that I was once under the age of 16.  What I was sent, was, in a word, cute.  Whhhhy, oh why didn't I stay this way?

(title reference: KK was my childhood nickname.  Still answer to it).

This...haha oh goodness.  They don't make toys like this anymore, do they?

Let's all admit it; jealous of the pony bathing suit, the pro floaties, the stiff legs 

I invented the Zooey Deschanel bang

I miss the days when I could play soccer without a sports bra

I'd still wear that

This post was for no other reason than I wanted to correct the errors of the last post, and had a handful of cute photos in my inbox that need some loving.  I'll try never to pull this kind of a wispy post again.