It’s been a long past week and a half.
Long like donkey kong.
I know that’s not how it goes, but it works for me sooo yeah. anyways.
I worked 46 hours last week. 46 HOURS HOLY COW I AM SUPER WOMAN. I know for a lot of people that’s like no big deal, but for me? That was a miracle right thur. I recently acquired a second job thinking that I’d have a nice 30-35 hours a week now. lolololjk at my life. I’m dying. I am a dying, soon to be filthy rich woman…right after taxes and tithing. So moderately rich. Middle class. I can deal.
In between all of the working, I have been dragging my butt to the elliptical to attempt to stay in shape. My shin splints were starting to feel better, but I didn’t wanna risk it. No wayyy Jose. I plodded along, trying various intervals and watching HIMYM until I couldn’t breathe from the exertion and laughter. I also decided to try and do more strength circuits too! HA. HAHA. I’m all over the abs, and did planks, aka the worst exercise ever, until I thought I would collapse. Then I tried to do push-ups. Guess how many LEGIT 90 degree flat back beautiful push-ups I can do? Go ahead, guess.
THREE. I can do three in a row before my abs and arms give out. I will be a dead woman in Brazil if I don’t get mah act togetha.
Oh wait I’m already dead from working.
BUT on the bright side, guess who ran for the first time in THREE WEEKS on Saturday?? This girl right here. I ran 3.11 miles like it was mah job, and no pain. I felt a tiny tinge, but it went away and never came back. I iced my shin asap and it was beautiful. The run was a little shameful though. I went when it was hot, and around mile 2.5 I was d-o-n-e. Oops. I’m sure I’ll be back to 10 mile runs by late July or early August, but until then I’m just going to enjoy the runs. I’ll only have about 30 minutes to exercise each day during the mishhh, so I’ll be okay.
THE MISSION. Holy cow words cannot express how excited I am getting for this thannng. I keep reading sister missionary blogs and practically crying from excitement and happiness (check out bella in berlin and the hipster RM yo). I’m going to go missionary clothes shopping part 1 of many this weekend! I just can’t believe how blessed I am. Life is beautiful (aka my catchphrase because it is and ya’ll know it). Brazil Fortaleza East won’t know what hit it.
Speaking of Brazil, getting a visa there is COMPLICATED. I am so grateful for my mom, the brains of this whole operation. She has been scouring over those papers like nobody’s business. I took THE UGLIEST passport pictures ever today. Well granted, my actual passport picture is the ugliest thing ever (I was sick with the flu…and will look that way until 2021), but these visa app pics are a close second. You can’t smile, and your hair has to be tucked behind your ears so you can see your ear tips. Turns out that a 6 am shift doesn’t look good on me. Oh and my mouth is crooked when I don’t smile. So kewl. whaddup brasil
Hopefully it’ll all be turned in soon—my visa application for a visa application that is. It’s like inception. Visa-ception. Except not because I hate it when people say that and now I’m judging myself like it’s my third job.
Whoaaa baby I need to sleep. Obvs. Two more days till a short but needed vacation #hallelujah
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