Run for Hunger

I’m honestly surprised I can see my laptop screen right now as I write this post. I had somewhat of a hydrogen peroxide “mishap” this morning and it’s a wonder I’m not blind. Seriously, just because you can use hydrogen peroxide solution to clean your contact lenses doesn’t mean you should. I know there’s a giant red warning printed along the top of the bottle and instructions on how to properly use it, but what the optometry field doesn’t understand is that if America is stupid enough to put Donald Trump anywhere near the White House, then we probably don’t know how to read or think logically.

But I’m okay. My right eye just hurts like heck!

How is everyone on this fine Tuesday evening? The weather is finally starting to stay consistently sunny and warm-ish, so I’m already in a much better general mood than I was a month ago. (Seriously, February and March are the worst.)

It’s weird that Easter that was in March this year, but it’s been three months since Christmas, so I guess we were due for some family holiday time.

My sister hosted Easter dinner this year, which was just one highlight in a fun, busy weekend. Clay and I traveled to Muncie on Friday night so we could all get up early the next day and drive to my hometown to participate in a 5k my dad and his non-profit organization host every year.

Everything in that last sentence sounded bizarre, I know. I mean, when was the last time I was in my hometown? Let alone to run a race?

I’m not race ready by any means, but I really wanted to support the cause and just told myself to have fun with it. The race route weaved through a scenic part of our town that was actually pretty trippy because we ran past a playground I remember playing on numerous times as a child.

A big draw for this year’s race was that Ben Higgins, the dude from The Bachelor, was going to be the “master of ceremonies” since he’s from my hometown. So a lot of girls showed up to the starting line wearing a full face of make-up so they could snap pictures with Ben before they started running and got all sweaty and ugly and undatable. I've never watched an episode of The Bachelor (and not because I take a strong moral stance against it or anything. I own the first two seasons of VH1's Flavor or Love for cryin' out loud), but I understand he's quite popular. 

Ashley's boyfriend took this picture with my cell phone while I made friends with a nearby dog.

My dad is one of the race organizers/directors (I’m not sure they assigned themselves formal titles) and I gotta admit, it was pretty cool seeing my own father have such a huge role in the activity I’ve dedicated so much time to in my adult life.  In fact, last week I practically willed people to ask me what my upcoming weekend plans were so I could do a little a brag on my family and drop it into casual conversation. It was like, “I don’t think my father, the inventor of Toaster Strudel, would be too pleased to hear about this.”

It was a brisk morning, but the sun was shining and you honestly couldn’t ask for better running weather in March. I settled into a steady pace at the beginning of the race and even though I didn’t beat or come close to my best 5k finishing time, I consistently sped up with each mile and it was enough to place 3rd in my age group.

We grabbed lunch with my dad after the race, and then I practically sprinted back to the car so we could go get custard at Ritter’s.

I worked part-time at this particular Ritter’s Frozen Custard throughout high school and a few summers during college. I worked with many of my closest friends and it was an extremely positive, memorable experience in my life. Being around the sights, sounds, and delicious smells for a few more brief moments on Saturday was a big deal for me.

Plus, BIRTHDAY CAKE was one of their flavors on Saturday! And I already knew it was going to be one of Saturday’s flavors because I emailed a friend of mine who works there and she said she’d make sure it was. So ya, I influenced Ritter’s weekend menu. No big deal.

*flips hair behind my shoulder* “I don’t think my friend Shayla, the manager of Ritter’s Frozen Custer, would be too pleased to hear about this.”

I ordered a Glacier (it’s like a DQ Blizzard) with birthday cake crumbs and birthday cake custard.

I could have died right then and there.

We also stopped by a candy store called Rocket Fizz and thought it would be hilarious if we all bought the grossest sodas we could find.

Then we all tried them.

And all almost threw up. The taste of that Sweet Corn pop will forever haunt my tastebuds.

Then we headed back to Muncie to meet up with my mom and enjoy the rest of our Easter weekend. My mom prepared another one of her famous holiday meals and I got to spend some more time with my newest fur nephew, Kylo Ren.

Looks at those eyes!

He’s a bluenose pitbull that showed up on my sister’s doorstep neglected and malnourished earlier this winter. She and her boyfriend rehabilitated him, fell in love, and decided to add him to the family. We were all really excited. Joey was pooped by the time we got back to Bloomington!

It's only Tuesday (now Wednesday by the time I realized I forgot to officially post this), but we've already had a hectic week! We had the carpets professionally cleaned on Monday and we just had our old sectional couch hauled away to make room for the new (which we can't pick up until this weekend so we have nowhere to sit). Moving the furniture around exposed a few spots on the wall that need paint touch-ups, so we know what we'll be doing tomorrow evening, too. Plus, the grass is turning green and starting to grow which made it painfully obvious that I need to start pulling weeds.


Hope you're having a great week!