Got to get you into my life.

The following is a very real, in-depth and sometimes disturbing view into the mind of Karley while running 20 miles. Read with caution, as your opinion of her might change.

Pre-Run Bus Ride: Dread. Complete and utter dread. Hey genius, way to wait until the hottest possible time of day to run 20 miles. Hey beauty queen, what is going on with your hair? People are staring. Act cool. Be cool.

Pre-Run Walk/Warm-up: Ok, already hot as a pancake. I'm going to run twenty miles, I have no choice. Do I have a choice? Feels like I should have a choice but that I definitely do not have one. Inquire about choice later. Start up iPod and Nike+, put obnoxiously hot pink hat on head. Good, all my girls are here. Let's do this.

Mile 2: Feeling good. Feeling positive. This world is my bitch. See all you walking happy people, I am running and I like it. Here! I'll flash you a smile. Woah, slow down speed racer, these people having a joyous Sunday stroll along the water, they don't want to see a show.

Mile 4: Gosh, The Sun you are a prick.

Mile 4.25: Long-legged, beautiful, SPRINTING Nike billboard just passed me. Be cool. Why must rich beautiful people run marathons? Rich people make everything look easier. I wouldn't be as hot and sweaty right now if I were rich. Yeah, there is toothpaste dribble on my shirt.

Mile 6: What would happen if I ran full-speed into that pole?

Mile 8: Should have ran full-speed into that pole.

Mile 10: Woopdeefreakingdoo. Halfway. No, your eyes deceive you, in fact I am not the first competitive-running hobo.

Mile 12: You're more than 1/4 of the way done gurl! Feeling as high as a kite. That smoked meat smell ought to last me right through to the end, and I have to say I don't mind if it does.

Mile 15: Ok. The only way I'm running any further is for the explicit goal of finding gun to shoot myself in the foot with.

Mile 17: What high-carb to protein ratio candy was I snacking on when I decided it would be a good idea to put Sting on my running mix?

Mile 17.5: Dearest Giants Dugout Apparel Store Employee, you've smoked 5 cigarettes during the two hours I've known you. Let's run away together and be smokers, full-time. Scratch that, let's WALK away together.

Mile: 19.43: Jay-Z and Alicia Keys you are the heroes of my life. You make me want to be a better person and learn about life and stuff. You make me want to run exactly 0.57 miles and like it.

Mile 20: Hands in the air. Waving around like I just don't care. Because I don't.

Karley would like to thank the extremely helpful gentleman who convinced her - not to board that cruise ship, because it was full of old people. She would also like to thank the burrito she ate Friday night for it's seriously "super" inspiration.