Confession Time.
I am kind off a snob.
I have NO idea where this came from (most likely my dad's side). But my family is not wealthy, I don't have designer clothing and I am only moderately good looking. But the snob inside is there. She's always been there.
Case in point:
Picture a 3 year old P.O.M. hanging out with her grandmother. (This is my grams favorite story by the way.) Anyway Grams has to run some errands. First stop is K-Mart. POM looks up at her Grams with blue eyes bigger than her entire face and says, "Gamma, we don't like this store, do we?"
As I have "grown up" (ha, yea right) I have been through some hard times and I'm not as snobby as I used to be. I realize half that shit doesn't' even matter anymore. But every once in a while, that little snob within rears her ugly head.
Like today on my 12 miler. I'm thinkin' I'm pretty bad ass, hittin' the pavement with my fancy gear. Some douche-bag passes me. I look at his feet and immediately think "he's not really a runner with those shoes."
See, snobby, right? 
Then I look down.
And realized that I look like
and over-geared Punky Brewster on Steroids.
Spilts:
Mile 1: 9:27
Mile 2: 9:44
Mile 3: 10:00
Mile 4: 10:01
Mile 5: 10:08
Mile 6: 10:00
Mile 7: 9:54
Mile 8: 9:14
Mile 9: 9:39
Mile 10: 9:45
Mile 11: 9:13
Mile 12: 8:44
Total: 1:55:50 = 1334 calories
Song of the Day: Sun in Shining - Spencer & Hill Radio edit by Yanou
