Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
Gym: The Double Blumpkin Upper Decker
(If you have zero clue what the title is about, you might not be filthy enough to follow this blog)
I was rocking out to earth tones.
We talked about:
-Really messed up sex positions (The Angry Pirate, Cleveland Steamer, and a few Sky made up, like the one in the title. Which I will explain, over email, if you're really dying to know.)
-Gym noises versus porn noises. My trainer was yelling at me to "squeeze it harder!" and I ended up lying on a mat laughing.
-The lady giving me stink eye, who was working out in hippie sandals. I'm not sure what I did to earn the stink eye, but sandals lady? Really?
-Is Daniel Tosh gay? My trainer asked. I told him that Tosh, at least recently, had a girlfriend, so while it doesn't exclude him liking men, he, as I put it, loudly, whoops, "stuck his dick in a vagina at least once."
The Workout:
Foam rolled IT band and calves.
Some uber ridiculous warm ups that looked like rejects from the Dance Like The Backstreet Boys dvd.
Football type sprints. So, my trainer had one of those ladder things that would lie on the ground, and I would do overly complicated foot movements through it, then sprint to a cone. Over and over again.
Me: What if I trip?
Trainer: [laughing, shaking his head] You're not going to trip.
Spoiler alert: Of course I tripped. Of course. Thankfully, it was immediately before the sprinting part of the show, so while I had a tiny scrape on my knee, mostly my pride was injured. Another trainer walking by said "if you worked out with me, you'd never fall. I'd always be there to catch you." CHEESE.
3x
15 hamstring curls
20 multiplanner lunges (during which, stink eye)
3x
12 leg presses. I'd like to note that the bad ass built guy next to me was using the same amount of plates, AND his sled weighs less than mine, and I was still kicking his ass. My legs are pretty strong, okay?
That might have been all we did. We spent most of the time on the football stuff. I suck at sprinting. Sometimes I should work on, I guess.
Okay, so I really really love to work out in this particular shirt.
Do you see why?? Do I need to point it out to you??
YEAH!
Almost forgot:
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What's the conversation you've overheard while working out? Sometimes I feel bad for the shit I end up saying out loud. But I love the conversations I have with my trainer. He's so ridiculous.
Do you have favorite workout clothes? Everything I do is sweat-driven, so that's probably not the case with you, which means you should tell me WHY you love specific articles of clothing. And pictures, too! Especially ass pictures.
I was rocking out to earth tones.
We talked about:
-Really messed up sex positions (The Angry Pirate, Cleveland Steamer, and a few Sky made up, like the one in the title. Which I will explain, over email, if you're really dying to know.)
-Gym noises versus porn noises. My trainer was yelling at me to "squeeze it harder!" and I ended up lying on a mat laughing.
-The lady giving me stink eye, who was working out in hippie sandals. I'm not sure what I did to earn the stink eye, but sandals lady? Really?
-Is Daniel Tosh gay? My trainer asked. I told him that Tosh, at least recently, had a girlfriend, so while it doesn't exclude him liking men, he, as I put it, loudly, whoops, "stuck his dick in a vagina at least once."
The Workout:
Foam rolled IT band and calves.
Some uber ridiculous warm ups that looked like rejects from the Dance Like The Backstreet Boys dvd.
Football type sprints. So, my trainer had one of those ladder things that would lie on the ground, and I would do overly complicated foot movements through it, then sprint to a cone. Over and over again.
Me: What if I trip?
Trainer: [laughing, shaking his head] You're not going to trip.
Spoiler alert: Of course I tripped. Of course. Thankfully, it was immediately before the sprinting part of the show, so while I had a tiny scrape on my knee, mostly my pride was injured. Another trainer walking by said "if you worked out with me, you'd never fall. I'd always be there to catch you." CHEESE.
3x
15 hamstring curls
20 multiplanner lunges (during which, stink eye)
3x
12 leg presses. I'd like to note that the bad ass built guy next to me was using the same amount of plates, AND his sled weighs less than mine, and I was still kicking his ass. My legs are pretty strong, okay?
That might have been all we did. We spent most of the time on the football stuff. I suck at sprinting. Sometimes I should work on, I guess.
Okay, so I really really love to work out in this particular shirt.
Do you see why?? Do I need to point it out to you??
YEAH!
Almost forgot:
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What's the conversation you've overheard while working out? Sometimes I feel bad for the shit I end up saying out loud. But I love the conversations I have with my trainer. He's so ridiculous.
Do you have favorite workout clothes? Everything I do is sweat-driven, so that's probably not the case with you, which means you should tell me WHY you love specific articles of clothing. And pictures, too! Especially ass pictures.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
A Love Story, Told Over 3.5 Miles
This is a story of falling in love.
No, that's not quite true.
This is a story about falling in love all over again.
It's not a pretty story.
It starts with socks. Most stories usually do.
It starts with forgetting socks. And digging up dirty, used socks in the back of one's car.
But, remember, this is about love. And the lengths people go for love.
Like, sticking a car key down your shirt. For love.
Last night, I ran a love story. I ran my favorite trail. And it was hot. And it was hard. I had forgotten the beautiful feeling of uneven ground below my feet. The wind and the dirt and the animals. Everything smelled like fennel.
Last night I fell in love.
Hello, trail. I have missed you.
And I can tell from the burn in my lungs and the sweat dripping down my butt crack that you missed me, too.
This is a love story, about a girl who laced up her shoes, took to the trails, saw two bunnies and a coyote, and fell in love with running all over again. It was tough. I took the easy loop (though, I went the hard direction). And once I was warmed up, my brain was flooded with one thought: This is why I love to run.
This is a love story written in dirty legs and sweaty arm pits.
This is a love story written in silly faces and giddy emotions.
This is a love story written in sweat down my butt crack.
Also, thank goodness I didn't drop my car key.
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Every love story has a happy ending (well, that's a lie, for for today we'll consider it true), and mine is this:
No hip pain.
Fuck yeah.
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When was the last time you fell in love with running?
No, that's not quite true.
This is a story about falling in love all over again.
It's not a pretty story.
It starts with socks. Most stories usually do.
It starts with forgetting socks. And digging up dirty, used socks in the back of one's car.
But, remember, this is about love. And the lengths people go for love.
Like, sticking a car key down your shirt. For love.
Last night, I ran a love story. I ran my favorite trail. And it was hot. And it was hard. I had forgotten the beautiful feeling of uneven ground below my feet. The wind and the dirt and the animals. Everything smelled like fennel.
Last night I fell in love.
Hello, trail. I have missed you.
And I can tell from the burn in my lungs and the sweat dripping down my butt crack that you missed me, too.
This is a love story, about a girl who laced up her shoes, took to the trails, saw two bunnies and a coyote, and fell in love with running all over again. It was tough. I took the easy loop (though, I went the hard direction). And once I was warmed up, my brain was flooded with one thought: This is why I love to run.
This is a love story written in dirty legs and sweaty arm pits.
This is a love story written in silly faces and giddy emotions.
This is a love story written in sweat down my butt crack.
Also, thank goodness I didn't drop my car key.
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Every love story has a happy ending (well, that's a lie, for for today we'll consider it true), and mine is this:
No hip pain.
Fuck yeah.
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When was the last time you fell in love with running?
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Stolen From The Web: Before and After Photos of Joggers
Stolen from here.
There are a few more here.
This makes me want to take better before an after pictures. Of my ass.
There are a few more here.
This makes me want to take better before an after pictures. Of my ass.
Workout Tuesday: FARTS
So, here's the deal.
Yesterday, as part of my lunch, I ate like 6 servings of raw green beans.
In case, for some unknown reason, you use me as a role model: DO NOT DO THIS.
Especially not hours before you're going to lift heavy things.
So, most of what we talked about during the session was how I was going to vomit warm green beans everywhere, or try to fart and shit my pants. The whole session. We are *those* people in the gym.
Anyway.
The Workout:
4x (no rest)
60 second rowing machine
30 second giant ropes
20 kettlebell swings
10 TRX pull ups
4x
12 tricep pull downs
12 barbell curls (10lb heavier than my trainer wanted, because he couldn't find the right barbell, and I'm a fucking bad ass)
4x
12 bicep curls on this weird archaic looking machine.
12 straight bar pull downs
3x
60 second planks
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And then I farted in my car all the way home. Not enough, though. My stomach hurt ALL night. It finally feels okay this morning.
Moral of this story: Do not eat a day's worth of fiber in one sitting.
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Never has a picture of my ass been more relevant.
I really need to stop wearing black to the gym. It's killing my pit stain pictures.
We're going to pretend I take these pictures while the car is fully stopped, okay?
I cannot wait to grow out these retarded fucking bangs. They are killing me.
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Today I have 25 minutes of running on schedule. (I'm trying to ration out my use of the word "docket" so I don't get sick of it)
I'm taking it to the HILLS, people. Hitting up my best friend, Victory Trails.
I almost got my trainer to come with me, but he has a session afterward, and wouldn't have time to shower. I told him *I* would mind if he rolled up on my session all sweaty and flushed. Okay, I didn't actually tell him that, but I would have, if I had thought of it then. I've definitely said worse things to him.
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Tell me about your favorite place to run, ever.
Yesterday, as part of my lunch, I ate like 6 servings of raw green beans.
In case, for some unknown reason, you use me as a role model: DO NOT DO THIS.
Especially not hours before you're going to lift heavy things.
So, most of what we talked about during the session was how I was going to vomit warm green beans everywhere, or try to fart and shit my pants. The whole session. We are *those* people in the gym.
Anyway.
The Workout:
4x (no rest)
60 second rowing machine
30 second giant ropes
20 kettlebell swings
10 TRX pull ups
4x
12 tricep pull downs
12 barbell curls (10lb heavier than my trainer wanted, because he couldn't find the right barbell, and I'm a fucking bad ass)
4x
12 bicep curls on this weird archaic looking machine.
12 straight bar pull downs
3x
60 second planks
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And then I farted in my car all the way home. Not enough, though. My stomach hurt ALL night. It finally feels okay this morning.
Moral of this story: Do not eat a day's worth of fiber in one sitting.
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Never has a picture of my ass been more relevant.
I really need to stop wearing black to the gym. It's killing my pit stain pictures.
We're going to pretend I take these pictures while the car is fully stopped, okay?
I cannot wait to grow out these retarded fucking bangs. They are killing me.
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Today I have 25 minutes of running on schedule. (I'm trying to ration out my use of the word "docket" so I don't get sick of it)
I'm taking it to the HILLS, people. Hitting up my best friend, Victory Trails.
I almost got my trainer to come with me, but he has a session afterward, and wouldn't have time to shower. I told him *I* would mind if he rolled up on my session all sweaty and flushed. Okay, I didn't actually tell him that, but I would have, if I had thought of it then. I've definitely said worse things to him.
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Tell me about your favorite place to run, ever.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Tri Training: Biking, Swimming, WINNING!
Wait, is WINNING still a thing? Is it retro yet? Since it's uncool, does that make me a hipster?
I'm on my third week of triathlon training, with 8 weeks to go. Whoops, 9 weeks to go. So far away!
Anyway, on yesterday's docket (love that word!):
30 minutes biking
20 minutes swimming
Biking:
I did two loops. Oh, hey, that makes a figure eight! 8.7 miles in 36 minutes. I got cruising pretty good on some of the stretches. Stupid traffic lights have to mess everything up. Lame. Also lame? Slower people in the bike lane in front of me. The slow ones always have no helmets on I'm sorry, but if you're riding next to a busy street with no helmet you're a fucking moron. If you also have headphones are, you're just asking for it. What are these people thinking? (Yes, I've been biking for two weeks and I'm already a bike nazi. What?)
Done!
If I only sweat around my stomach, can I sweat my way to perfect abs? No? Boo.
I'm sweatin' up in here YO! (where is my face?)
I remembered to bring water, but didn't drink any on the bike ride. Um, yeah.
My favorite bike shop.
Butt.
Swimming:
Five minute warm up (focusing on form, keeping my head looking down, my butt in the air, my chest down, and my legs near the water's surface)
10 minutes of 50m sprints (with ~1 minute of rest between. Which never felt like enough.) This meant five 50 m sprints. Times were 52s, 54s, 55s, 56s, 58s. I would breeze through the first 25m, then reach the wall, stand up, turn around, push off again, and be dragging the whole second half. I don't know how to turn around. And I was clearly using all my energy and arm strength on the first 25m, which wasn't serving me well.
Five minute cool down (Again, focusing on form)
Crazy swim eyes. Imma cut you.
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I always get water trapped in my right ear (because that's the only side on which I can come up for air). Thank goodness for whatever magic shit they put in ear drops to get the water out.
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Today I'm pumping iron, yo. We normally meet in a hot garage on Tuesday, but we're hitting the gym for some reason today. Maybe this will be the day I recognize a porn star (there are supposed to be a few of them at the gym).
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My hips feel awesome! And by that I mean they don't feel like anything except hips! YAY! This means I just need to run more to get them used to running again, and everything will be fine.
I have a 25 minute run on Wednesday, and I think I'm going to hit up my favorite trail. It's been months since I've been out there. *swoon*
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What's your biggest pet peeve about other people who share your form of exercise?
Mine:
Weight lifting: Put your shit away. I don't want to have to re-rack your shit because getting down to business.
Running: Non-runners who tell me I'm ruining my knees.
Biking: Anyone biking without a helmet. The helmet isn't because you suck at biking. It's because of everything else out there that you don't have control over. Same goes for seatbelts.
Swimming: A kid at the pool today decided to get in my lane (medium speed) to prove to his friends he could swim from one side of the pool to the other. What? I almost plowed into him because he stopped halfway across the pool for no reason. There was a totally open area that was the same length of pool, but no, he hopped across a few lanes to squat in mine, which was already being shared. Lame.
Yours?
I'm on my third week of triathlon training, with 8 weeks to go. Whoops, 9 weeks to go. So far away!
Anyway, on yesterday's docket (love that word!):
30 minutes biking
20 minutes swimming
Biking:
I did two loops. Oh, hey, that makes a figure eight! 8.7 miles in 36 minutes. I got cruising pretty good on some of the stretches. Stupid traffic lights have to mess everything up. Lame. Also lame? Slower people in the bike lane in front of me. The slow ones always have no helmets on I'm sorry, but if you're riding next to a busy street with no helmet you're a fucking moron. If you also have headphones are, you're just asking for it. What are these people thinking? (Yes, I've been biking for two weeks and I'm already a bike nazi. What?)
Done!
If I only sweat around my stomach, can I sweat my way to perfect abs? No? Boo.
I'm sweatin' up in here YO! (where is my face?)
I remembered to bring water, but didn't drink any on the bike ride. Um, yeah.
My favorite bike shop.
Butt.
Swimming:
Five minute warm up (focusing on form, keeping my head looking down, my butt in the air, my chest down, and my legs near the water's surface)
10 minutes of 50m sprints (with ~1 minute of rest between. Which never felt like enough.) This meant five 50 m sprints. Times were 52s, 54s, 55s, 56s, 58s. I would breeze through the first 25m, then reach the wall, stand up, turn around, push off again, and be dragging the whole second half. I don't know how to turn around. And I was clearly using all my energy and arm strength on the first 25m, which wasn't serving me well.
Five minute cool down (Again, focusing on form)
Crazy swim eyes. Imma cut you.
============
I always get water trapped in my right ear (because that's the only side on which I can come up for air). Thank goodness for whatever magic shit they put in ear drops to get the water out.
=============
Today I'm pumping iron, yo. We normally meet in a hot garage on Tuesday, but we're hitting the gym for some reason today. Maybe this will be the day I recognize a porn star (there are supposed to be a few of them at the gym).
==============
My hips feel awesome! And by that I mean they don't feel like anything except hips! YAY! This means I just need to run more to get them used to running again, and everything will be fine.
I have a 25 minute run on Wednesday, and I think I'm going to hit up my favorite trail. It's been months since I've been out there. *swoon*
==============
What's your biggest pet peeve about other people who share your form of exercise?
Mine:
Weight lifting: Put your shit away. I don't want to have to re-rack your shit because getting down to business.
Running: Non-runners who tell me I'm ruining my knees.
Biking: Anyone biking without a helmet. The helmet isn't because you suck at biking. It's because of everything else out there that you don't have control over. Same goes for seatbelts.
Swimming: A kid at the pool today decided to get in my lane (medium speed) to prove to his friends he could swim from one side of the pool to the other. What? I almost plowed into him because he stopped halfway across the pool for no reason. There was a totally open area that was the same length of pool, but no, he hopped across a few lanes to squat in mine, which was already being shared. Lame.
Yours?
Monday, July 25, 2011
Tri Training: A Bike, A Swim, Some Hips, and A Trip
Dumb Thought Process Of The Day: Half my laundry is workout clothes. That's funny. Oh, wait, I work out at least 7 times a week. Oh. Duh.
Thing that hurt my hips:
Standing
Sitting
Walking
Things that don't hurt my hips:
Running. At least during. It's just the after.
Lying on the couch dicking around on the internet. Not too shabby.
Friday and Saturday I nailed my tri training plans.
Friday I knocked out a solo 45 minute bike ride (well, 49 minutes) with my new, longer stem. It's awesome. My neck and shoulders thank me.
New stem!
Post bike. I'd sweat this photo was in black and white were it not for the back yard greenery. I am going to keep rocking the pale, though. White power! Oh, wait, that's really not what I meant.
Apparently I let my bike rub all up in my shit. Sshhhhhh, don't tell my husband.
There was sweat. I promise. Ish.
Saturday I met up with my running friends April and Eve. I thought I had a 45 minute run on the docket, because I'm illiterate. We ran for 49 minutes (Theme?). We took it super slow, though. No hip pain, the whole time, which was glorious. I was sweating my ass off, because I thought wearing a hoodie in the Valley heat was a good idea. It wasn't. But, hey. Sweat. Always a good thing.
Bangs? Not a good thing. Bangs are the worst. And I can never find my stupid little hair clips that keep my bangs out of my face. Sweaty bangs are the worst times a billion. Gross.
My stomach was one glorious puddle of sweat.
My running companions. We were like drink sizes of height: small, medium, and large.
You may remember this water fountain from such previous blog posts as the one where I rode my bike. And that's it.
I am a mother fucking gansta up in here, yo.
My hips were in the clear almost all day.
Almost.
Arg.
Sunday was my day of rest, and I don't have a run again until Wednesday (I had to check. I look at my plan at least three times a day. How do I not have it memorized?). We'll see what three full days of not-running does for my hips.
In other news, I'm running a 10k back home in August. My friend Howard is working at a blackberry festival up there. I loooooooooove blackberries. And, he promised to take me square dancing. If I weren't married I'd be smitten. As soon as I saw they had a 10k, I was planning my trip. Plus, it's $15. I wonder how many people will sign up? I bet I could place, you guys? No one up there runs. Am I going to have to mix in some 10k training up in here?
Yes, I realize the flaw in those last two paragraphs. I know.
Ignoring the race, there's also a rodeo. And I can swim in the river (hello test driving my new bikini!). I'm already pondering how many days off I should ask from work. There's a ton of people back home I'd love to see. I haven't been up there in almost a year, and that was for my oldest brother's wedding, so I didn't really have a chance to hang out. You guys, I can go for a run in the redwoods? I cannot begin to express how awesome that would be. And fresh blackberries. Oh, cobbler! And sleeping outside.
I am so excited. Four weeks. *dance of joy*
You can tell you're in NorCal for *real* just above San Francisco. People in gas stations honestly care how your day is going. Speed limits are suddenly far more likely to be obeyed. The number of filthy 4runners increases ten fold. Men have beards, completely unironically. And the hippies. Oh, hippies, as far as the eye can see. It's going to be glorious.
On the docket for today (you guys? I really, really like the word "docket." I'm trying to use it as much as possible. In case you couldn't already tell.):
(I had to check my training program again. Thankfully, I already had it open.)
20 minute swim
30 minute bike ride
I wonder if I should harass my bike shop friend to take me out. It would probably be longer than 30 minutes, though, and I should probably stop overshooting everything I do, at least until the pain backs off more. Boo.
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How often do you make it back to your home town? Do you have a place you consider "back home"?
How do you deal with growing out bangs? I swear, I want to chop my off, but I'm pretty sure that's not a good way to get rid of bangs.
Who else out there is rocking the pale?
Thing that hurt my hips:
Standing
Sitting
Walking
Things that don't hurt my hips:
Running. At least during. It's just the after.
Lying on the couch dicking around on the internet. Not too shabby.
Friday and Saturday I nailed my tri training plans.
Friday I knocked out a solo 45 minute bike ride (well, 49 minutes) with my new, longer stem. It's awesome. My neck and shoulders thank me.
New stem!
Post bike. I'd sweat this photo was in black and white were it not for the back yard greenery. I am going to keep rocking the pale, though. White power! Oh, wait, that's really not what I meant.
Apparently I let my bike rub all up in my shit. Sshhhhhh, don't tell my husband.
There was sweat. I promise. Ish.
Saturday I met up with my running friends April and Eve. I thought I had a 45 minute run on the docket, because I'm illiterate. We ran for 49 minutes (Theme?). We took it super slow, though. No hip pain, the whole time, which was glorious. I was sweating my ass off, because I thought wearing a hoodie in the Valley heat was a good idea. It wasn't. But, hey. Sweat. Always a good thing.
Bangs? Not a good thing. Bangs are the worst. And I can never find my stupid little hair clips that keep my bangs out of my face. Sweaty bangs are the worst times a billion. Gross.
My stomach was one glorious puddle of sweat.
My running companions. We were like drink sizes of height: small, medium, and large.
You may remember this water fountain from such previous blog posts as the one where I rode my bike. And that's it.
I am a mother fucking gansta up in here, yo.
My hips were in the clear almost all day.
Almost.
Arg.
Sunday was my day of rest, and I don't have a run again until Wednesday (I had to check. I look at my plan at least three times a day. How do I not have it memorized?). We'll see what three full days of not-running does for my hips.
In other news, I'm running a 10k back home in August. My friend Howard is working at a blackberry festival up there. I loooooooooove blackberries. And, he promised to take me square dancing. If I weren't married I'd be smitten. As soon as I saw they had a 10k, I was planning my trip. Plus, it's $15. I wonder how many people will sign up? I bet I could place, you guys? No one up there runs. Am I going to have to mix in some 10k training up in here?
Yes, I realize the flaw in those last two paragraphs. I know.
Ignoring the race, there's also a rodeo. And I can swim in the river (hello test driving my new bikini!). I'm already pondering how many days off I should ask from work. There's a ton of people back home I'd love to see. I haven't been up there in almost a year, and that was for my oldest brother's wedding, so I didn't really have a chance to hang out. You guys, I can go for a run in the redwoods? I cannot begin to express how awesome that would be. And fresh blackberries. Oh, cobbler! And sleeping outside.
I am so excited. Four weeks. *dance of joy*
You can tell you're in NorCal for *real* just above San Francisco. People in gas stations honestly care how your day is going. Speed limits are suddenly far more likely to be obeyed. The number of filthy 4runners increases ten fold. Men have beards, completely unironically. And the hippies. Oh, hippies, as far as the eye can see. It's going to be glorious.
On the docket for today (you guys? I really, really like the word "docket." I'm trying to use it as much as possible. In case you couldn't already tell.):
(I had to check my training program again. Thankfully, I already had it open.)
20 minute swim
30 minute bike ride
I wonder if I should harass my bike shop friend to take me out. It would probably be longer than 30 minutes, though, and I should probably stop overshooting everything I do, at least until the pain backs off more. Boo.
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How often do you make it back to your home town? Do you have a place you consider "back home"?
How do you deal with growing out bangs? I swear, I want to chop my off, but I'm pretty sure that's not a good way to get rid of bangs.
Who else out there is rocking the pale?
Sunday, July 24, 2011
NEW CRAP!
1. MAIL!!!!!
A guy I sort of knew in college writes hilarious zombie books. I helped him fund his next endeavour, which earned me a role in his next book, and a signed copy of his latest novel (which you can get on your kindle for $1.99 BUY IT NOW PEOPLE BUY IT NOW).
I also won a pretty rad cookbook, which I can't wait to try out.
2. THRIFT STORE DRESSES!!!
I'm actually wearing this one right now.
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Does anyone else see little faces on my knees?
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I'm on my rest day today, which is good, because my hips are pretty mad at me. I've eaten my weight in bacon and hash browns this weekend. I'm pretending this is part of my training plan.
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What new crap have you bought/received recently?
Who ran a race this weekend?
A guy I sort of knew in college writes hilarious zombie books. I helped him fund his next endeavour, which earned me a role in his next book, and a signed copy of his latest novel (which you can get on your kindle for $1.99 BUY IT NOW PEOPLE BUY IT NOW).
I also won a pretty rad cookbook, which I can't wait to try out.
2. THRIFT STORE DRESSES!!!
I'm actually wearing this one right now.
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Does anyone else see little faces on my knees?
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I'm on my rest day today, which is good, because my hips are pretty mad at me. I've eaten my weight in bacon and hash browns this weekend. I'm pretending this is part of my training plan.
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What new crap have you bought/received recently?
Who ran a race this weekend?
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