Andrew and I leave for Arizona next Saturday morning and the race is on Sunday. I headed over to the Running Room today to grab a singlet that would actually fit over my bump in a way that won’t scream, “I’m pregnant!!!” and I found a super cute Asics one that looked quite drapey on the hanger. I usually wear a size xs, so I figured if I went all the way up to a medium that I’d have a tonne of room to hide the baby house. Well, I got home and it uhh… doesn’t hide the baby house. It pulls in all the wrong places. But, I’ll wear it anyway because it’s cute and it’ll look aiiight with my black Nike shorts.
I’ll show you a picture later. I’m super comfy sitting in a sunny spot in the kitchen. God knows I need the vitamin D.
Andrew hasn’t really trained for this half marathon at all, and I’m not racing it; I’ll stick with him and help him along. In reality, I will probably run from port-a-potty to port-a-potty with my bum clenched as I offer sweaty prayers to the poo gods that they don’t bless me with a pair of Nikes filled with chocolate pudding.
I think we’re aiming for a sub-2 hour half. Our incentive in finishing the thing as fast as possible is to get back out into the heat and sloth around the pool in our thong bathing suits. Later on that day, we’re heading to a Diamondbacks game which honestly? Excites me way more than the race itself. I can’t wait to bust out of this dreary stale ass weather stank city and get a couple more sun spots and wrinkles in sunny Arizona. Oh! So, I hormone-drunk ordered a bunch of clothes from Gap maternity and I’ve got a pair of black roll over bikini bottoms and some cut off jean shorts en route to my front door. I didn’t buy any tops, but quite frankly, my boobs are absolutely amazing right now and shame on me if I even think about hiding them. Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
Throw-back photo of us at the Diamondbacks game:
How badly do you guys need the heat right now?
What’s the most you’ve ever spent online shopping?
Have any of you guys NOT seen the movie Dirty Dancing?