The Glo Run

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Summers are filled with crazy adventures and drunken nights- at least, mine are. And last summer was no exception. It's even more awesome when the two are paired together, creating this mixture of boozy shenanigans involving times you'll never remember with people you'll never forget. Luckily for me I somehow remember everything when I drink. It's a gift and a curse.

The summer of 2014 had me partaking in quite the number of 5ks. I'm not sure if I was trying to prove something, trying to get into shape, or just passing the time as quickly as I could while J was gone. A little of everything I suppose. But once my friends and I did the Hit and Run 5k we had such a blast that we signed up for the next fun run that came to Nashville. The Glo Run!

The only 5k to take place at night, The Glo Run started at the base of the bridge in Downtown Nashville and looped around the city. It was one massive party when Ali and I arrived and only got more intense with each passing minute. Glowsticks and light-up shades were in abundance. 

Just a sea of pink for miles. The gang came prepared though. We stood out with our own t-shirts imprinted with the FYC logo- fuck yo couch! Cause we're awesome like that. Pretty sure half- scratch that- all of them showed up totally schwasted. At least Ali and I had the decency to wait until after the run was over to go celebrate. I wasn't about to run among hundreds of neon people at night in the crazy part of town while intoxicated. My eyes already fail me in the dark as it is. Though that probably would have made things interesting. It certainly already was entertaining to watch them all. Plus I don't need to be tipsy to act wild, I'm a riot all my own. 

Case in point, trying to do the funky chicken. Don't ask why, I couldn't tell you even if I remembered. There was a lot of dancing, some jumping, and glitter paint that made the boys run for the hills. Now that I think about it I have no idea how they even survived the night, let alone the run itself. 

I couldn't tell you how it ended though. We lost our group in the crowd and got the hell out as soon as it was over. My anxiety was through the roof and once I could barely see in front of my face I knew it was time to go, DJ or not. It sounded like a fun after-party but Ali and I celebrated in the style only we do best- with margs! I mean, did you honestly expect anything less? We crossed the bridge once again and headed straight to Broadway for Margaritaville. After that it gets fuzzy, nothing but pink slush and cheese fries. Good times.

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Knock knock. Who's there? It's Me!

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Umm. Hi, hello..

So I'll just go ahead and address the elephant in the room- it's been over a year since I've blogged. It's taken me over a month to even write this, because I was ashamed and didn't think there would be anybody left around to care that I came back. Well that may be true, I found that I'm not the only one that just suddenly up and left.

Not only did I stop blogging, I stopped reading blogs altogether. Sometimes life happens. And when it did I just stopped completely. I doubt anyone noticed though. But upon coming back I saw that some big time bloggers had left with no notice as well, and around the same time that I left too. Where the fuck did Whitney and Sami go? Erin blogs about once every couple months and the majority of people I followed vanished without a trace. I didn't feel so guilty anymore. And although I don't owe anyone a god damn thing, I'll still explain what ultimately led me to cease blogging.

// I went from consistently blogging every day, to every week, to every month. J had left for deployment and I was miserable, which put me in a rut. Then I found a new nanny job that required 80+ hours a week from me, which made blogging practically impossible. My schedule was all over the place and I was working random hours chock full of daily activities that required Jay Bird and I to be out of the house majority of the day

// My last post about my Pokemon care package to J was posted on a Friday, 2 days later I got let go from my job. Which is a nicer way of saying I got fired. It came out of no where with no warning at all- and I was super pissed. They didn't give me the common courtesy of a notice to look for another job, nor a chance to make one final paycheck before I left. The worst thing about it, not only did they give me some bullshit excuse which I know was a lie, but they did it FIVE DAYS before I was supposed to go on vacation. Worst. Timing. Ever.

// I took a shit ton of pictures while in Florida and had a blast. I had every intention of recapping it all when I got back but quickly realized I was back in reality with no job, no money, and no husband present. So I let things pile up and never got around to it, and eventually became a little depressed
// The next month J came home and I was practically giddy with excitement. Blogging quickly got pushed to the back of my mind until it disappeared altogether. J and I had a mini getaway in late October when I started taking pictures again and wanted to share them with everyone. By that time there was so much to write that I got totally overwhelmed and just gave up. At first it made me sad, but then I thought back to the post when I wrote about people probably not caring anyway. And I figured no one missed me so why bother

Annnnd cue to right now. Why start up again? I honestly couldn't tell you. I guess it all comes down to the fact that I miss writing and sharing, even if no one is out there listening. Maybe people will slowly start to trickle in and pay attention to my little corner of the interwebz, and maybe not. It doesn't matter either way- I'll still be here. 

Do I get a welcome back hug?

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