Contradiction

If you were to look up the word "contradiction" in the Oxford Dictionary right now, it would say this...

"noun

        a combination of statements, ideas, or features of a situation that are opposed to one another:the proposed new system suffers from a set of internal contradictions

• a person, thing , or situation in which inconsistent elements are present:

the paradox of using force to overcome force is a real contradiction

• the statement of a position opposite to one already made:

the second sentence appears to be in flat contradiction of the firstthe experiment provides a contradiction of the hypothesis

• Larissa Rudnicki"   

And honestly, there is not one reason why it shouldn't. The roomies and I decided to run a 5K this morning. Of course, we prepared the night before by bowling and drinking...

Kathryn and I had a bet as usual, of which I won. It was surprising, I really am quite a miserable bowler. But I guess when someone adds massaging feet into the equation, I step. it. up. So here are the scores on the lane I was on. Kathryn achieved a 68. I think that says it all. Anyway back to the run. We woke up early (too early) and ran it. We didn't do too shabby either! 

You might be asking "what are you guys wearing?" 

Answer:

It was a Hawaiian theme mixed with 80's. Don't ask. We were the only ones dressed up. But we finished it and so did Kelly and Ashley! Yay! Now since we felt so good going for a run in the morning, we figured we would continue our healthy lifestyle by going to a blueberry festival. Sounds innocent right? 

Wrong! There was a pie eating contest. 

And as usual, I had to partake. The competitors? An Asian boy, two older men with quite the bellies, and me (the token girl). We needless to say, in the middle of the competition I bust out laughing. 

See all that whip cream in my nose? Yup, shot out and sprayed at the small children gathered to watch the "adults" eat pie. The announcer, who already found me to be the brunt of his jokes, loved that move. He said something along the lines of, "give her some room" or "maybe I am supposed to eat the pie." Basically, I didn't need the poncho, the people standing near the table did. In any case, I may have lost the battle (to the Asian boy...I am not surprised one bit - Takeru Kobayashi says it all), but I won the war. 

I mean, hello free blueberry facial. 

Well the festival had other activities as well like hula-hooping! I cannot hula-hoop. Seriously, I am terrible. One rotation and done. There was a boy next to me hula-hooping while eating chicken wings. It really did numbers to my ego. Kathryn is also a great hula-hooper. I mean perhaps not up to eating chicken wings standards but pretty darn good!

I will say though, in the sport of fly casting, I win. Yes, fly casting. There was fella there who was teaching it, so as intrigued as I was, I took the free lesson! 

And it was quite fun. I mean, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi. 

I have decided that at any moment, I might quit school and become a fly casting fisherwoman. I mean  I know you all have seen "A River Runs Through It." 

So again, another day full of contradictions. Drinking before running. Partaking in a blueberry pie eating contest post doing run. And discovering that after going through a year of grad school of what I really "want to do," I have discovered my true calling is fly fishing and it is free. Splendid day for the walking contradiction. 

And HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR KRISTIN ALLEN!! Welcome to 25 aka hell. 

One last thing to leave you all with. We took a ski lift up to pick blueberries on top on a hill and we asked the dude to take a picture of us as we were lifting off. This is what he did after he just finished telling us how he knows how to use every camera. Also take note of the guy in the top right corner. Priceless.