We went on a run! Together! Under the redwoods! It was cool! And it sucked a little. But I got a piggyback ride halfway through, so it was okay. I 100% signed up for this race because of the t-shirt. Who doesn’t love big trees? Plus, The Husband loves trail runs, so it was win-win! Except we didn’t actually win the race. But that’s okay, it was still a fun way to spend the morning!
We pre-gamed with everything bagels and pumpkin spice lattes. Can’t say that was our best decision, but it was totally worth it.
Mr. Floppy Ears
So this happened a few weeks ago. We got a pup and pups need exercise. They also need all their shots so the excersie had to wait until all vaccines were given. It was a while until we could let him out into the world, but we’re out here now!
He’s pretty terrible walking on a leash (see: stops and smells EVERYTHING), but he’s not bad when running. He needs to get energy out in order to sleep soundly at night and to listen to me when I talk to him and I need to run more. It’s kind of a win-win.
Plus, I signed the husband and me up for a 5k on trails through some tall trees, so this guy will be my new trainer. Woof!
Maybe I’d do more running if I wore Disney-inspired kicks. Bring on the Sleeping Beauty go-fasts.
Shred the gnar
Until recently, exercise has fallen to the wayside. At first I didn’t mind so much, but then I saw all my previous hard work turn to mush before my eyes and I started to change my tune.
My reasons for not working out:
1. I drove across the country. Twice.
2. I got a job that was an hour away.
4. A cold.
5. Bruised tailbone from falling too many times while snowboarding.
Most of those reasons aren’t my reality anymore. I’m already across the country, no more moving for a while. We’ve since moved closer to my job, cutting my commute in half. It’s February, where my biggest threat is Valentine’s Day, and tbh- bring on the conversation hearts! Not sick anymore. Even though I fell a lot again while snowboarding, turns out as long as I take it easy on the squats, my tailbone is just fine.
Two weeks ago I got back into it and have vowed to not let anything stop me from exercising anymore. It’s too important for my health, sanity, and those sweet abs I want to get back.
That feeling you get when you do a yoga pose and your instructor doesn’t have to come over and fix it.
Every morning should start with nice words and a hug
After switching coasts, starting a new job, getting acquainted with a new area, and meeting some cool new folks, I’m finally getting back into working out. It’s been a while.
It’s funny how quickly you get out of shape. It takes mere weeks to erase what it took months to achieve. Not cool. Granted, those weeks were spent sitting in a car, eating the most delicious travel-friendly snacks ,and sight-seeing some of the most beautiful places in the country. Still not cool, though.
In this new land of California, I’ve found a gym and have gotten fed up enough with my laziness that I’ve also found the motivation (when I’ve found the time) to get back to it. How do you all find time to workout? There’s got to be an easier way. Mornings aren’t really my thing, but I’m getting up at 6am to get ready for work and I usually get home by 7pm. Blame it on the commute. Sure, I can workout before 6, but that means losing out on things like sleep, or I could do something after 7, but that means postponing one of my favorite parts about my day: dinner. What’s a girl to do?
Fortunately, this schedule won’t last for long, but in the meantime I’ve been a devoted weekend work-outer. It’s my least favorite of all the types of work-outers. Weekends are for lounging and exploring, to be quite frank, but when workouts are neglected during the week, I guess sacrifices must be made. Thankfully, my day started with a workout and will end with a chick flick, popcorn, and sea salt caramel dark chocolate.
Flex in the mirror with my friend after a workout. Check.
Well, not the internet, just some of the people on it. The internet is a magical place where you can simultaneously watch cat videos, find out which Hogwarts house you belong in, and buy camping gear. It’s usually a beautiful place.
Except for when it’s not. Do you ever find that sometimes people aren’t on their best behavior when they’re online? It’s like they didn’t get the memo: If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Usually it’s easy to brush off rude comments, but when you’re emotionally invested in the thing everyone is commenting on, it can be hard to just shake it off (hey, Tay Tay!). There’s something to be said for constructive criticism, but there’s a point when the line is crossed and you end up in the world of plain old meanness. That’s kind of a bummer.
I suppose the obvious solution is to just get offline, but for many, that’s a bit unrealistic. So instead, maybe go for a walk, or a hike, or a slow-as-molasses jog (that was me today). Or start a hobby or jump into something you’re passionate about. I find that just staring out into the ocean does wonders. Don’t have an ocean handy? Tall trees help, or an open field, or a view of the city skyline. Whatever helps to take you out of the feeling that this one moment is bigger than it actually is. Negative people will say negative things; I don’t know the solution for that. I think everyone should just take a chill pill and learn to laugh a little more. Maybe we can just be good to ourselves, not take anyone’s words too much to heart, and then go find something that makes us happy.
We could also send good jujubes their way and hope those folks get a happy outlook one of these days.
Love this shirt
When your husband buys you a new running shirt because you got lipstick on a bunch of your other ones. (Note: This shirt matches the color of my lipstick….just in case history repeats itself.)
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??
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.
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?