my lungs are on fire.

do you remember that one girl who sang a song about being on fire.

"she's a girl and she's on fire." something like that.

well i experienced this yesterday. i'm running ragnar in june. and i decided to officially start training. hard core training. let me paint you a picture.

(please imagine Katniss Everdeen) 
As I stepped out of the door, my mind feeling good, a light breeze flowed through my loosely tied ponytail. My Asics tied with determination and my Nike Dri-FIT fitting snug, i began my journey to victory. I felt like a lion chasing a gazelle. 
For the first four steps. 
And then. 
BAM!

no more pretty picture. my thighs. my lungs. my nose. NOSE. on fire. so maybe my 'hard core' training wasn't so hard core. i barely lasted a mile. shooot. please send the buckets of water and good vibes my way. i hate being on fire.

this is really how i feel about being the girl on fire.

jayduh. the white girl.

hey. you can call me jayduh. i'm 21 years old. i love grapefruit and humus. i hate my ankles. i have sick dance moves. and i'm white. 
now that you know ALL about me, here is why i'm writing white girl. 

1. some say that i'm a dreamer. whatevs. i have a large scope of ambition. at least sometimes i think i do. i've always thought that i have been an average, mormon, white girl in utah. nothing special right. well part of this blog is to prove mostly to myself that this average white girl can accomplish above average...stuff. don't i sound educated? stuff. 
2. two. too. to document the stuff.  with a healthy dose of sass and sarcasm. here and there. 
3. and....drum roll please. the above average stuff is pretty cool. but i also think that average white girl stuff is coool. 3 o's cool. coool.  seemingly funny at times. for example. like how i've been accused of being drunk at almost every dance i've been at for the past two years. its funny. the situations. smh. 

so enjoy. lessthansymbol3, jayduh. 

the small print. you will notice that there is no capitalization. some grammar problems. abbreviations. incomplete sentences. sentences that run on and on forever because ya know what maybe i just want to write a run on sentence because i want to and maybe i just need to release some stress or i'm sassy. you might not like what you read. or you may find my ranting quite amusing. i don't know. but my point. i don't care. 98% of the day i care. give me my 2%. this white girl has got some sass. so you're just going to have to deal with it. and the extra fine print. my thoughts are my own. they do not reflect any organization or group i am apart of. thank you. also. for everyone above 26. smh stand for shake my head. you're welcome.