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i have several extremely important stories to tell. i am beyond exhausted at the moment so i'm asking everyone to just bare with me if this is even more stream-of-consciousness-y than normal. also, these stories are only extremely important because i'm exhausted. it's like a terrible cycle of things i can't even think to describe. right-o, you've been warned.

story 1: why exactly is elaina so tired at the moment seeing as how it's barely 9 PM? i'll tell you what bud, don't get sassy with me. i was at the gym at 5:30 AM, worked out for an hour, came home and ran 2 miles with amber, went to work all day, met kimy for dinner, met em and went to the canal and ran over 3 miles and now i am home. some day soon i'm going to be buff and you're going to be too scared to ask questions like that. in all reality i plan on achieving my goal of running the monument 10k next march in an hour and nothing is going to stop me. i'm getting there one mile at a time... one exhausting, my legs are killing and i want to die mile at a time.

story 2: i had this craaaazy dream last night. the weird thing is i wasn't even in the dream. in my brain i'm just watching a movie. it's not like i see me watching a movie or i know that i'm watching a movie... it's just like a movie is playing in my brain. and that movie is adaptation starring my one true love nic cage. ::loves:: except my dream version of adaptation has zombies in it. and the entire time i keep thinking 'wow how could i have forgotten about the zombies?! i totally don't remember this part!' when i woke up it made me laugh b/c in dream world it makes more sense to think 'i don't remember these zombies being here' than to think 'there aren't zombies in this movie!' and that is why i love dream world. anything can happen. including running a 10k in an hour.

story 3: TIM PETERSON i blame you for story 3. i just want to throw it out to the universe that i need someone to blame and that person is tim freakin' peterson. you see last night at dinner tim and i were discussing my gyming (that's a new word i just invented! wow!) because that seems to be all i talk about these days and we were talking about how i use the weight machine and he says 'do you grunt while lifting weights?' and then i was totally offended b/c excuse me, i am a lady i would never grunt. my actually response was 'no. while i work out a make sounds like a disney princess ::insert angelic 'oh my's and 'ahhhing's and princess hands::' it was actually quite hilarious in person. in doesn't have the same impact when typed out. anywho, i just want to state that TIM PETERSON is the one who threw the whole grunting while working out thing into the universe, so he is 100% responsible for what happened at the gym this morning.

so em and i are walking up to the gym and we hear this loud grunt / yell from inside. we stop, look at each other and continue on. we get inside to find a cross between gi joe and the harlem globe trotters working out. so he's on the treadmill, running the fastest i have ever seen a person run. his legs weren't like real legs. they were like the blurry circles that the roadrunner gets when he's running away from wile e coyote. why you would ever run like that if you weren't being chased is beyond me. in my head when i think back i could almost swear he was flailing his arms as he ran but that doesn't seem totally possible. it just really seemed like he was running out of control and i expected him to be thrown into the wall at any moment. and all the while he is random yelling out these grunts. it was very distracting and, uhhmm, alarming, to say the least.

so he finishes up the running and moves to the weights. where he proceeds to back flip through the equipment. i'm not totally sure how to describe what he was doing except that he seemed to be doing crunches while balanced on his shoulder blades and he did hand stands while doing push ups. all of which wouldn't have been quite so awkward if we weren't in a 15'x15' room. i mean, we're at the gym in her apartment complex not some big place where we can hide in a corner from this man. after a few rounds of the shoulder blade, hand stand, black flips (during which, i swear his feet never touched the ground) he grabbed his shirt and left. the worst part of the entire experience was actually not the startling yell/grunts, but the fact that after he left everything in the entire room was covered in sweat. i did my best not to start dry heaving.

i'm going to pray tonight that he isn't there tomorrow. thanks a lot tim peterson.

4. i heard that newish michael buble song this morning on my way to work and i about died b/c i love it so much. enjoy the video friends!