Track Day!

Today (Tuesday), as any dedicated runner would know, is Track Day!  I am very excited to bring my awesomeness on the road for others to see.  Tonight, after the completion of this deposition, I will be at UCSD track for 400's!  I know what you are thinking... can the world handle that much awesome?  Honestly, I don't know.  I just don't know.  My arms will be on display.  My chest will be heaving and most importantly I will be rocking the runner shorts.  Women will be swooning.  World look out.  Everyone knows that it will be epic.  I would take pictures, but I am worried my iPhone will melt.

Now for yesterday's topics in one quick paragraph (make sure you keep up):

I love lists.  I do.  The simplicity and order to them cannot be matched.  There isn't even a question, you must Garmin!  Your muffins are better than pannikans?  I actually don't doubt that, but am amazed you would say such a thing.  You like Kumquats (a fruit with a sweet exterior and a bitter inside), I wonder if this says something about you.  This will need to be further analyzed.  I have no opinion about patchouli oil.  I even had to look up how to spell it.  However, I do know that hippies love the natural things in life (patchouli oil, hemp, prayer circles, and trust falls). I can't comment at this time as to how you smell, I haven't sniffed you in awhile, but you definitely are great.  And of course, no one can argue that you don't indeed look smashing!!

[And a deep breath] 

Okay, I must admit that such a long paragraph kind of hurts my eyes in blog format.  Nevertheless, in order to entertain my readers (all one of them), I will soldier on.  That song is indeed awesome.  However, I can't determine if it is a happy or sad song.  I really need to think about the lyrics.  All I know is there is so much passion in his voice.  It gives me goosebumps.

Finally, I would like to point out that you eat daily at a place that has a picture of Obama on the wall.  Allow me to paint a picture for you of the typical Obama supporter:

Lyndsey, I mean Moonbeam, I fear you might be a hippie.  The next thing you know you will be throwing away your razors and growing dreads.  I am concerned.

Zeus out.