I'm not gonna lie, I like to think of myself as fairly hardcore. We're not talking monster truck driving, chick fighting, porn star hardcore. I'm more of an obsessive compulsive perfectionist with a lot of energy and an addictive personality. Which... easily lends itself to goals achieved only through extreme commitment. And I must say, as I look back on the past month, the badge of hardcore honor goes to me.
Sixty-hour work weeks feel like cake walks, and multiple trips to Last Chance each week have become customary to round out my extensive Christmas list. (For those of you who aren't familiar with Last Chance - it's a warehouse discount clothing store in which shoving, kicking, aggressive shopping and stalking of staff are essential in order to get the good stuff. There's also an underground barter system among the "regulars" and I'm getting closer and closer to becoming a member of the club) Six mile runs are now short, and don't limit me from going out the night prior with girlfriends to local blues bars and dancing until the wee hours of the morning. December 25 calls for a 10 mile run, and even in the snowy land of Ohio (where you'll find me come Christmas), I'm really looking forward to it.
Also, I finished my holiday shopping on time. Self proclaimed as hardcore, and no less proud to boot. A Celebration Ale is in order.
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