The End of Fun

I am exhausted this week. Not only did I have a really busy weekend starting with a girl’s night on Friday, a trip to Tampa on Saturday, a half marathon and then a trip back to Orlando to see Pink in concert on Sunday – we also had tickets to see Muse on Monday.




It’s crazy to think that was all set up for Pink the night before.

I’ve seen Muse twice now and they sound amazing live, but as cool as that stage set-up is, I think it was better last time. Still a great show, though. I got pretty wild during the show and had two whole bottles of water and a soft pretzel. You can’t stop the fun machine that is Paula! I don’t even know how I survived it, honestly. I was wiped out. When we finally got home, I was so tired that I couldn’t sleep. I ended up with 3 1/2 restless hours that night before I had to get up for work.

When I got home from work Tuesday night, I ended up taking a three hour nap. I’m not even sure if that’s considered a nap once you hit the three hour mark. Then of course, I couldn’t sleep again that night because I slept too long when I got home. It’s really hard having so much fun packed into one weekend, ya’ll.

Anyway, last night I finally sort of slept. But apparently not enough because even though I’m on a break from working out and I’m burned out from running, I’m still crazy enough to think I want to run this race on Sunday.

That’s the medal, by the way. Look at the cute gator feets!

I know that I shouldn’t run it, but I could really use a good end to my race season rather than the crappy one I got last week. It’s going to be 35 degrees at the start. THIRTY FIVE! That is my dream race weather. So my hot ass race last weekend is surrounded by two weekend cold fronts. Why does mother nature hate me so much?




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12 responses to “The End of Fun

  1. I was soo tempted to sign up for Swamphouse, but I know it’s not a good idea. 35 is balls cold. Please don’t freeze your a$$ off.

    • Paula

      Aww, you are cute. We all know I would never wake up early to run only 3 miles. I’d rather drink late. 😉 That’s my other option btw!

  2. That is an awfully cute medal and the temperature is right for a run. But, you know…do what your body and mind want…. 😉

  3. I’d run the race just for the bottle opener. That’s sweet! Anyways, you are clearly in half marathon shape and you run enough of them that it seems reasonable to do one last race. Then again, I never know when to take a break, so don’t listen to me.

  4. I’m funned out too and I only did 1/4 of what you did. Yet you’ve still found ways to bang out blog posts. When I grow up, I want to be you.

    I wish I could take a three-hour nap right now.

    LOVE that SwampHouse medal. You did it last year, right? Or am I imagining that.

    I’m really just babbling at this point, so I’ll stop.

    • Paula

      You take that nap. I’ll cover for you.
      No, didn’t run it last year but most of my running group did. They’re running it Sunday too so I’d know someone there at least. And it’s only 35 min from home…I need to stop talking myself into this race. Particularly because my anniversary is Saturday so I’m sure there would be no sleep beforehand.

  5. I say go for it. You race better in cold weather and I mean, how could you pass up that medal? 🙂
    Sorry last weekend’s race sucked by the way. That’s exactly how I felt in my last race. I think a pick me up race is in order. For you I mean. I see only Cadbury Mini Eggs in my immediate future. 😀

  6. DO IT!!! It will not be this cold for long!

    That gator is mega cute! Post pone the Sat drinking then you can use your little gator to open all yours drinks. 🙂

  7. I want that medal! Last minute flight booking – COMMENCE!

  8. Does that medal have a bottle opener for the mouth? I may have to change my advice on this one.

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