Why do I want to smash my face into a door handle????
Because I deleted this day's POST when I had it finished, ready to publish, BUT OH NO! My smartphone decided to flip me the bird and delete everything... EVERYTHING! Thanks Select All (instead of Select) and Paste (instead of cancel) buttons. Thanks for making me have to repeat myself. Thank you...
God, my OCD is screeching right now; like finger nails on chalk board...
I despise repeating myself.
So, instead of TRYING to repeat every little detail, I'll rewrite it in a different manner:
Today, I woke up at 6 AM. My aunt Jill texted me yesterday, saying she was going to pick me up at 7:45 AM tomorrow. I thought, "Oh! A hike? How wonderful!"
This morning, I packed my backpack with tons of snacks, tissues, a camera and other miscellaneous things. Anything and everything needed for a hike. I wore warm clothing, comfy shoes, and hardly took care of my hair since it would be under a beanie anyway.
When Jill was at my house, I noticed Jay wasn't with Jill. And who accompanied us was Willow. They weren't even dressed for a hike. I thought that was mighty odd but didn't bother to ask. I guessed, "Must not be that big of a hike!"
We traveled down highways until ending up in downtown. I wondered, "Why are we here? Is there some secret trail we're expecting to pop up from the ground?"
I didn't worry about it. I just went with the flow.
Suddenly, it hit me. I heard the music, I familiarized myself with the surroundings - we weren't going for a hike... We were never going to hike in the first place. We were going to the Rock N Roll marathon.
My parents and my uncle ran it. My dad finished first, uncle second, but my mom was far behind. When uncle passed, he met up with the gang at the finish line, letting us know that mom had an anxiety attack. He said she was puking and needed a medic.
Panic engulfed the feeling of foolishness from looking like a moron in hiking gear. Uncle Jay asked me to call her to see where she was. We all thought she was in a medic car, heading to a nearby hospital. I tried to contact her, but she didn't pick up. I told everybody. They didn't know what to do. I didn't either.
Unexpectedly, I get a text message from mom. She said she was walking to the finish line. She said she was doing okay.
We waited for my mom to pass the finish line. We cheered her on as she jogged through.
What a trooper.
When we met up with her, she added that she had diarrhea, too. I'm thinking it could have been heat stroke. Today was very warm. Most of the runners looked whooped. My dad including. He had seriously painful leg cramps once we got home. Poor, old guy.
My uncle did well for his first marathon! I'm proud of him.
Besides the marathon, I played LBP2 with a long-time PS3 friend I call Blue (his real name is Miguel. Blue is a nickname cut from his username), watched Family Guy afterwards, then topped off the evening with IMVU and a Longplay of Bioshock.
Now that I got EVERYTHING out of the way, I'm going to sleep... Goodnight... Zzz...
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