Trail of Swedish Fish

The direction of the fish

Follow that fish!

So, it’s the first time in a long time that I went for a run outside. The weather was in the 60’s and, well, I suppose that’s warm enough. Everything was normal and fine and exhausting and crampy for the first little while and then for about a half mile in the middle of the run I find a trail of Swedish Fish. Not a pile of them, a trail of them. Who drops Swedish Fish to form a trail? Why would anyone drop Swedish Fish at all??


So sad.

Obviously accidents happen, but this was no accident. The only way I could think of this being a mistake is that someone had a bag of fish with a hole in it and as they were riding their bike down the sidewalk the fish slowly fell out to form a perfect trail. But really, that’s a stretch. The fish were so perfectly and suspiciously laid out one at a time that I can’t imagine it being anything but on purpose. And that’s a tragedy if I ever saw one.



The waste!


Just a few of the many left behind.

So I ponder over these sad fish that have been dropped on the sidewalk, never to be eaten and enjoyed. What does it all mean? Has anyone else found random things along their runs?

Winter White

Snowy Sand

One of the perks of snow at the beach: Snand

That’s what I’ve been channeling lately. Winter white skin, winter white snow, winter white skin because of the cold that comes along with winter white snow. Seeing where we’re going with this? It’s still cold. Really cold. Cold enough that 30 degrees and sun seems almost like a summer day. What the hell, Mother Nature? It doesn’t seem like she got the memo that the closer you are to the equator, the warmer it should be.

I’ve since decided that running in this weather is unnecessary. Call me a wimp, but it’s just a little much. Even though I’ve got some trust issues with gyms these days, they sure beat running outside with the wind whipping at your ears and the bitter cold air sticking to the inside of your lungs. Or slicing the inside of your lungs, is more like it.

One day I’m sure I’ll find this type of weather invigorating to run in, but today is not that day. Yesterday wasn’t and tomorrow’s not looking good, either. Brr.

Bring a Lock

Who steals car keys?

For real.

Maybe this will go on the Con list for working out inside. This week at my local gym I put my jacket (complete with my phone and keys) in a locker, as always. Now, I have a lock at home but I haven’t used it since high school and I don’t remember the combination, so my locker was unlocked. I’ve never had a problem before, I also like to think the best of people. Well, a girl who saw me walk in, took my keys out of my jacket (as I sat in the sauna nearby) and proceeded to use them to open my car and get inside. The battery on my automatic door-opener thing died, so she actually had to put the key in my door handle to see if it would open in order to figure out which car was mine. After confirming she did in fact steal my keys right out of my jacket pocket, I followed her to out to my car, and there she was, just getting comfy in my front seat. wtf. She saw me walking up to her and was out of my car before I got there (she didn’t seem to take anything), handed my keys back to me, and apologized, saying she thought the keys belonged to her friend. Kids, I drive a very bright car. A car very few people drive. Nobody gets into my car accidentally.

Long story short, a police report was filed and I’ll be investing in a lock for my locker.

Inside vs. Outside Running


Prescription sunnies are the beez kneez!

I’ve been an indoor runner this winter. I can tolerate running in anything above 30 degrees, 20-30 is doable, but below 20 is just terrible. It’s never below 20 degrees in a gym. Plus, the sauna is only steps away when I’m finished. But sometimes, the temperature gets into the 40’s or 50’s and the sun is shining and it’s really nice to just be outside. Today was one of those days (well, 36 degrees was close enough to 40). So I layered up and hit the pavement. Then I made a list comparing the two (because who doesn’t like a list?):

Inside Running:


  • Ellipticals are my best friend. They’re easier on the knees.
  • I can breeze through reruns of Castle while logging my miles.
  • Tank tops all day long, no layering needed.
  • The sauna is close by.


  • Smelly workout neighbors (guys, I’m lookin’ at you).
  • People. Everywhere.
  • Fighting for a spot on one of the two ellipticals I like if I happen to show up at 5:30pm.
  • While I get my heart rate up and break a sweat, sometimes it doesn’t feel like I’m doing a whole lot of work. (On certain days, this is under the Pros list.)

Outside Running:


  • Ahh fresh air. (Unless is trash pick-up day.)
  • Variation, baby! Sidewalk, sand, forest; the options are endless!
  • When the weather is nice I can work on my tan. Well, I can get tan arms, at least.
  • Running with a buddy is way better outside.


  • The elements. Going for a run in the winter? Let’s put on every single article of clothing I own. Summer? Some days any clothes are too many clothes. Rain? Better use that shirt as a tissue unless you enjoy blowing snot rockets down the street.
  • Everything about running outside hurts.┬áHoly sore legs, Batman.

(I really think those two things should count as two bullets each. The extra effort and the weather are the only Cons I can think of for running outside, but they’re biggies.)

Well, there you have it folks. If you were looking for an accurate portrayal of running outside vs. running inside, it has been spelled out for you.

Happy Running!

Spandex-esque Pants

I received a few new working out wardrobe pieces for Christmas and wanted to continue adding to my collection because sometimes it’s nice to have new gear. I recently went on a hunt for skinny black running pants at my local, friendly TJ Maxx. I was there for a long time…that actually had less to do with the pants. I tried looking for workout stuff during the holidays because, well, some people like working out and they might appreciate a working out related gift. Alas, TJ Maxx failed me; but I did find a lot of chocolate baskets there. You might say, “Why not try another store?” Unfortunately, I don’t live in a town conducive for selling tons of athletic gear, unless you plan on surfing. Then you’re in luck. Since the holidays were a bust, I knew the New Year would bring about athletic gear, it always does. So I ventured out and was rather impressed/exasperated with the abundance of black skinny pants. I just wanted black pants. That’s it. After guestimating my approximate size, I meandered down the Activewear aisles and began my quest.

For starters, I give you: The Built-In Tramp Stamp

A Little Bling in the Back

Rear End Running Fashion

Not all black pants are created equal, and if you’re looking for a little something for others to see (since this area isn’t easily visible by the party wearing it), this is the way to go. I was not looking for something extra, so I kept searching.

In line with silver accents, we have: The Silver Stitch

For when you want to accent you buttocks.

For when you want to accent your buttocks at each step.

This is a fun design. The silver stitching runs down the length of the leg and meets a reflective zipper, for when you need a little air circulation in the ankle area. (All joking aside, ankle zippers are part of the trifecta of awesome spandex-esque pants.) I love silver as much as the next girl, but a silver line straight across the middle of my butt isn’t exactly my style. So I kept looking.

Next up: Fancy Ankle Designs.

Because black is boring.

Because plain black is boring.

These actually fit really well and I thought the ankle design was fun. But when I squatted, the pants ended up being see-through. Why?? Why would they make see-through pants? (Side note: I suggest a few trial squats in all exercise pant selection quests. I also suggest being aware of the size of your dressing room when you do this. I bumped into the door behind me repeatedly.)

I finally found a pair of all black pants, only to try them on and discover they suffer from: Excessive Unnecessary Seams.

Criss Cross Apple Sauce

Criss Cross Apple Sauce

So it’s a weird angle, but really, what’s with all the seams? If they serve as some kind of built-in kinesio tape, I could get on board. But I really think they’re just there to make my legs itchy. Pass.

After many see-through, uncomfortable, ugly, and thin try-outs, I finally found the perfect pair of pants.

The winner!

The winner!

I took them out for a trial run today. They not only kept me warm during my trail run, but they kept me cool during my indoor cardio class. They come with small silver reflective designs on the side of my legs, ya know, in case I’m running in the dark and a car needs to see me. They also appear to be made from a simultaneously insulating and sweat-wicking material. Magic, I think.

I am thoroughly pleased with my purchase and will continue my quest for the perfect pant. Because I’ll likely want another pair and this time I’m in search of the trifecta: Ankle zippers, knee vents, and a wide waist band. Bonus points if there’s a small pocket.

Holiday Season

The best way to spend a day.

Coffee and Chocolate

‘Tis the season to skip most of your workouts apparently.

At least that’s what I’ve been doing. The last few weeks have been spent traveling, seeing friends and family, and turning The Boyfriend into The Husband. Things are slowly getting back to normal- as normal as the holiday season is, at least. And since The Husband and I are on the same gym membership now, he’s been peer pressuring me to run more often. Well, ‘peer pressuring’ isn’t accurate, he doesn’t do anything of the sort, but I can’t exactly feel good about my choices if he sweats it up for 2 hours at a time while I sit at home drinking organic coffee (an awesome wedding present) and eating homemade Reese’s peanut butter cups (true story: they came from the neighbor and they’re delicious). So I go, and I sweat, and I mentally check out while simultaneously watching the Kardashians and elipticizing. It’s not the worst.

One day I will be my own running motivator. Today is not that day.