The BF Needs to Boast

"I got 45th!"  
"I know, out of 5,000 something."
"There weren't that many people in front of me."
"Yes, I know, 44..."


This is how the conversation just went with the BF while discussing the 5K we ran on Saturday.  He does have a right to brag, he ran it in 23 minutes.  The best part is he ran under the registered number of an 8 year old girl - which makes her look like an Olympian.  Needless to say, he got first in the 8 year old division. 


The girls did a great job running - I got shin splints.  I'm pretty sure those were supposed to stop after I passed 18 years old, but apparently not.  Don't those signify growth?  Am I going to be taller than 5' 7 1/2" ?? Hold. the. phone. 

I googled shin splints and they do not signify growth.  They signify the fact that I've been running.  Thank you, WebMD.  


On Saturday night, the BF thought it would be a great idea for me to finally get my tattoo filled in.  I've been talking about doing it for months, but hadn't because I've been busy (aka didn'twannabecauseiknewhowmuchitwouldhurt).  So, we went to Iron Age in the Loop.  I've had other tattoos done by them, always good/clean/intimidating.   I love the fill, it turned out great.  But, I must say, I was right.  It hurt like a *$&#@.  I did a lot of cursing and a lot of whining. Unfortunately, the cursing didn't come out of my mouth in those cool symbols.  Although, the guy that tatted me had a devilish creature tatted on him, so I doubt he was offended.  The guy in the next office, we'll call it, did ask at one point, "What are you doing to her over there?".  I assume that was the whining.  
The BF was convinced something was wrong because it bled a lot.  I reminded him that alcohol thins your blood and makes you bleed...
Check it.  

It looks much better now, without the red blood splotches and such.  

The countdown continues...14 days of school=112 Classroom Hours=WAY TOO LONG