*KICK* *POW* *BAM*

Fucking shin splints. That’s all I really have to say. You know, it’s really NOT COOL looking to be limping back home after running. I’m just irritated with myself. And with people. More like a stupid roommate. And a co-worker who thinks she’s right all the time. No, it’s not my shoes that are the problem. And no, it’s not my running form. The shoes have never been the problem. It’s my flat feet and weak ankles. She’s all telling me that you are definitely supposed to hit the ground heel first…then I read in a number of different places that if you’re running for an extended period of time, try hit the ground flat with your foot. Since my feet are flat, apparently my ankles roll inward or something. I don’t know. That’s what the internet said. And she just says it all in this tone, that really frustrates me and makes me seem like the most irrational person ever if I get annoyed with her. She’ll just smile and keep on talking like she’s the most enlightened person in the universe. It’s really patronizing. I KNOW HOW TO RUN PROPERLY. And it’s fucking pissing me off that I can only run for like, 20 minutes before the pain hits and I’m totally screwed. And no, The Prestige is not far superior to The Illusionist, as she thinks it is. Oh., go and watch The Prestige, you’ll see what I mean. GRR. YOU ARE NOT ALWAYS RIGHT. And then I just called my manager at Earls to find out what time I could go in next week, and now I’m super embarrassed, even though I didn’t know. He answered and then said that generally, don’t call during 11am-1:30 and 5pm-6:30, because those are their busiest hours. Maybe he sounded annoyed, I don’t know, but it’s generally not a good rule to go annoying your manager before you’ve even started. But oh well, I didn’t think about it before I called. I’m still pissed with myself though. I just want to kick something. Yesterday, I was so annoyed with being at work all day, dealing with dumb people, going for a run seemed like a great idea. Plus, I had to drop off some movies. It did alleviate my bad mood, but I was an idiot to go running so soon again. It was the worst pain I’ve ever had in my leg. And what’s even more painful, is that I can’t run away from the mosquitoes. Lol. Stupid mosquitoes. I hate them. And I keep getting calls from this temp-agency that I worked through last summer, for my dad. No, I do not want to work in a warehouse, thank you very much.

Ok, I really need to go take a few deep breaths before I explode.