fitness and spring weekend

Hey guys,
Been doing some more fitness stuff though I haven't been lifting 2x/week and running 3x/week every week, so that's been a bit disappointing. My roommate and I went running on Friday but didn't get in five miles because I had to go file math at 4:30 blah blah. For whatever reason, his gf decides to tag along. Now, she hasn't done a single athletic thing all year, so she just has no chance of keeping up with us. Imagine like...Vers. Yeah, that's it. Just no chance at keeping up. So we're running on a track where 8 laps = 1 mile. So we do the first two laps and this girl is huffing and puffing and barely able to keep up. Chris (my roommate) and I are holding a normal conversation and his gf just can't contribute because she's so winded. As we complete the fourth lap, she drops out. Keep in mind, we had been doing like 9min/mile pace and giving her the innermost lane just to maximize her chance of staying with us. No dice.

Now, instead of admitting defeat and throwing in the towel, she lets us run a lap and then tries to hang with us again. Can you say GTFO? Seriously. I mean, I really have no idea a) why she would suddenly feel inspired to run (she's never done this before) and b) why she would think that she'd be able to run alongside us. Totally ridic and a bit tilting because Chris and I had to slow down for her. Anyway, she keeps alternating between walking a lap and trying (read: failing) to run with us while Chris and I keep going. We ended up doing 4 miles at 7:55 min/mile pace which was definitely our hardest run so far. This week we'll prob shoot for 5 miles, 5 miles, 6 miles (all at about 9 min/mile pace). I really do hate running but it feels great when I finish and it's cool working toward a concrete goal.

This weekend was also pretty crazy. I didn't do much today but on Friday I went out with my friends to see Nas (he came to our school) and that was a lotta fun despite not knowing any of his music. It was sort of funny that this badass, thug rapper is getting gigs at top schools. It's like...oh rly?

The concert officially started at 7 but Nas was supposed to come on around 7:30 and we wanted to pregame before it. So it's 6 and Stephanie, my roommate's gf, says that she has to go shower and change back in her dorm and then she'll come back blah blah. At 6:15, she still hadn't left. I ask, "So steph, are you gonna go change so we can pregame before Nas?"

*cue gay voice* "Yeah, like totally."

Then she started having a babytalk session with my roommate for the next fifteen minutes. At this point I'm bitching to Reasons cuz this is tilting me hardcore and there's not much I can do about it. It's like right...you guys can do whatever you want as long as it doesn't fuck up my plans. Ofc, they didn't consider that I'm just sitting there being like "can we go....can we go....can we go?"

So anyway, Chris and I start drinking and have like five or six shots before heading to the concert. Concert was good but I get a text from Stephanie at like 10:45 (Nas didn't get on until 10) that they were in the back and couldn't really see and that she was getting cold so they left. Now, this has happened pretty consistently for the last six months. Any time we go out together, they leave early because they're not out trolling for ass. I get that. But for whatever reason, they feel obligated to make up excuses to go back and have sex.

It's like...it's 65 degrees out...you're not cold...anyone could have gotten within 50 feet of Nas. And they know I know this, so it's just insulting for her to shovel manure at me like that. Ugh. So I end up going back around 11:30 and meeting up with one of my friends and her roommate. One of the frats that a lot of my teammates are in was throwing a toga party and obv I run bad at togas so I had her help me tie it. We head over, they know the doorman, we get in ahead of 100 people in line. I run good, fwiw. So we're there and the party's sick. Lots of people, I know a good number of them, dance floor's packed, good music, just a great time all around. End up dancing with some girl, going back to her place, and hooking up. I wake up at 12 the next day dehydrated, without my shirt (I left it in the room of the girl who runs good at togas), and without my phone. Now I have few problems:

1) I'm worried I lost my phone because I just lose shit when I'm drunk.

2) I have to walk back to my dorm (across campus) without a shirt on or wearing a toga. Bad and worse options.

3) I have to deal with the awkward post-hookup conversation. "yeah, i'll see you around...right right..."

Just brutal but a great night on the whole.

Next post'll be poker-related.

Holler,
Yodaddy