Yes, its true. I’ve started Twittering. It began innocently enough. I have a new job and for said job, I have to run the Facebook page and Twitter account. Oh. My. God. People in Colorado be gettin’ excited ’bout some silly sh*% on FB these days…just sayin’. Luckily, my new job rocks and the Twitter feed generally follows pretty interesting topics that I’m actually interested in, hence, my Twittering. I’m thinking, however, that there might be something to this Twitter-thing…apparently I’m about two years too late in noticing. But better late than never right?
Anyhow, this all ties back to running in one way or another. I’ve finally been back to running lately. And actually running. Like fast and sh*& (sorry obligatory cursing after 12 hour workday). I’ve also been trail running, like a super duper lot, and its officially my new favorite thing. All this running kind of emerged for various reasons, not to be disclosed at present but lets just say…no lets not, for now.
That said, despite my running awesomeness, I’ve pretty much got the mid-twenties life-spins (like when you’ve had too many glasses of wine right before bed and you lay down and are all like ‘whoa, spinnnnnnns’ and turn on HGTV until the rooms stops moving counter clockwise?) only in real life. No mom, I don’t have vertigo. But everything is spinning around me like a cartoon tornado when you can see all the things you should/need/can/could/might/maybe wanna have/do/accomplish going around you in circles but can’t quite reach? That’s the stuff. And what’s the remedy? More cowbell!? Unfortunately no, Bruce Dickinson, the remedy is less fun. Fewer carefree weekends and less time to get all those other life things done, like see your friends more than once a month, go husband hunting, have babies, buy a house….oh god, just had a minor panic attack. And then I realized I’m only 26 and I went hiking with a 46 year-old woman last night who looked a day over 25 and was probs the coolest chick EVER, next to me. And this girl.
And yes, this all relates to Twitter. So I was being a frustrated, 26 year-old female who was fed up with the male gender altogether (except for my brothers and dad who are perfect. Its true, they’re pretty much awesomesauce) and promptly picked up my phone and Twittered something dumb, meaningless and less than 140 characters. Better? Ohhh yeahhh. So you’re welcome Twitter world, for my little addition to your whirling universe of uncommon sense.
Every post needs a photo and that’s why I invited you….
too bad there’s not more of this on the USA Pro Cycling Challenge…