athletics and alcohol
Welp, this is 29. I don’t know how I got this old, but I hope it stops soon. Tim said when he came home late last night, I, half-asleep and totally out of it, started whining, “BUT I DON’T WANT IT TO BE MY BIRTHDAY.” Haha.
Regardless, its here. I woke up to a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the counter. And I started 29 with a seven-mile run and Pilates. It was very nice. I then opened my gifts from my family. My mom gets me the best presents, she really does. I guess that’s one of the perks of owning a gift shop.
I am SO excited to go see Third Eye Blind tonight. I am even leaving work an hour early, because YOLO. We are planning to grab a bite to eat then head to the show. I can’t wait. I unsuccessfully tweeted at them asking for meet and greets. No luck. Oh well.
Tomorrow, I am hoping my shin cooperates so I can run. I have no idea what I am doing all day because Tim has planned a “surprise” for my birthday. I am honestly in the dark about it. So, I guess we will see?
Sunday is Sunday is Sunday. I may try to extend the celebrations a bit… So, you know :) Maybe 29 won’t be so bad.


That about sums up yesterday. It was a very, very long day. The last thing in the world I felt like doing was getting changed and being social. But I am glad I did. I had a nice time at happy hour and stayed til 7. My family is really annoying me and I don’t think I want to go home next weekend after all. I woke up and thought it was Sunday, which really makes no sense. I went to spinning class this morning because I want to kick off tomorrow with a run and it was a really hard class, but the guy played some country music in between Katy Perry and Sublime. It was strange. I’ve really got nothing, my brain is still fried from yesterday. 

I went a little crazy at the library last time I was there, and checked out a ton of books. In the past few days, I finished The One & Only: A Novel  by Emily Giffin  and Landline by Rainbow Rowell. I know neither are deep or intellectual reads by any means, but I like reading fluff. However, I have to say The One and Only was absolutely terrible. I only continued to read it because I kept thinking it was so ridiculous and unbelievable, it HAD to get better. It did not. It’s unfortunate, because I generally like her books. Landline was a little out there and I definitely rolled my eyes at points, but at the same time, I was very curious to see where the story went. If you can get your hands on it from the library, I think it’s worth it for a mindless read. I also got a James Patterson book because I am an addict, and I don’t care that it’s garbage, I can NEVER EVER figure out the twists, haha. And the books are so easy to read, I finish them very quickly.
Wow, I was very defensive there, wasn’t I? I guess I just feel like Oh GOD, I should be reading smarter books! But, I don’t. I read blogs and I read shitty books, and that’s all I have to say. 
Last night, Tim and I made this gigantic spaghetti squash. They are all the same price at the farmers’ market, so I always get the biggest ones.
I do love spaghetti squash, but it doesn’t fill me up. I always need a few trips to the kitchen for a “snack” after.
I started this morning with a run that felt surprisingly good. My shin still bothers me off and on, but its not painful, just more like a twinge. I hope it goes away soon so I can stop staring at the ceiling and worrying about it. Because that helps.
Tonight, I am swinging by Sara’s happy hour and then probably crawling into bed. I don’t know what’s up, I am just so tired lately, even though I have been getting a solid 8-9 hours of sleep. Must be the old age. I am so happy its Wednesday and we are that much closer to seeing third eye blind.
And I guess I can finally open my birthday presents that have been sitting on my dresser for more than a week? Does anyone else save their presents for their actual birthday? I always do, I think I would be sad to not have anything to open on my actual birthday. It’s weird, because when I was younger, I used to snoop SO bad to try and find gifts. But now? They are just hanging out wrapped until Friday. Thanks Ma.

New Stitch Fix arrived last week! I have to admit, I was pretty disappointed in this box. I am hoping next month’s is better. I cut my head out of all of these pictures because it was late night and I looked pretty terrible. Also, Tim was being incredibly lazy with the photography, so there’s that. Whatever.

Dress - $58


This dress is so not me, but I liked it on. Or I thought I did. I put it on yesterday morning and thought it made me look very pregnant. But whatever. It’s paid for, and I am not trying to impress anyone at work, so I wore it anyway.

Sweater - $58

Jeans - $98


$98 for a pair of jeans. I am sorry, are there diamonds in the zipper? Way too expensive. I didn’t hate the sweater, but I don’t think it did anything for me.

Shirt - $38


I am surprised I even put this on, because I hated it when I pulled it out of the box. So not me at all. Plus, it was very, very baggy (as I am sure you can tell). Definite no. Also, I was pretending I was doing a senior picture, hence my weird pose.

I also was sent a $44 blue t shirt that I cannot find a photo of. It was pretty nice… but $44 for a t-shirt? Yeah. No.

Their system does work though, because I always feel like I should keep at least one thing, since I already paid $20 for the styling fee and that $20 can go towards the purchase of an item, but you don’t get it back if you don’t purchase anything. So, generally, at least something is half paid for already.

And plus, its fun. I like getting a box every month. I haven’t been to the mall in ages, and I really can’t buy all my clothes at Target.

I had a mostly-delightful, slightly-sluggish 11 miler by 7 a.m. It’s a good feeling, especially because my stomach actually behaved. 

I wish this week could go a little faster.

Where do the weekends go? Seriously. UGH. Anyway, I had a pretty great one, just WHY GOD WHY IS IT OVER ALREADY?

On Friday, Tim and I stayed home and made sauce.


I feel like I was moderately helpful, until I became more interested with my rum and diet coke. As usual, the sauce was SO good. Holy cow, I don’t think I can ever go back to store-bought again. Just kidding, this was a ton of work. But delicious.

On Saturday, I had an absolutely delightful 18-miler in the rain. Except for the first four miles, in which I strangely felt like Gumby, as if I had no control over my legs and they were flopping all over the place. I don’t know how else to explain it. But I felt really, really good for most of the run, which makes me smile.

Then, Tim and I went to the grocery store, Target, the library, Costco and a few other places, so it was really an exhausting afternoon. Seanie arrived around 4:30, and we went to Shady’s to meet some people for a few drinks. We came home just in time for the Notre Dame game.

Liz, Sloane, Ryan and April also came over and we had chips and sausage (not together, unless you wanted), so I think everyone was content. I even stayed up until the third quarter, guys. I was pretty proud of myself.

On Sunday, I had a “meh” run. I felt way slower than Saturday, and it was hard not to compare. However, it got done and I am in one piece. I am so glad I don’t wear a watch. It’s so much better to run by feel. In my humble opinion. I think I would have been really upset with my splits on Sunday, but luckily, I HAD NO IDEA.

Anyway, after I cleaned myself up and drank a giant protein shake (I just throw a ton of fruit and spinach in there. It’s probably like 1,000 calories), and then we hit the road to go meet a baby in Philly.

Not my picture, but same babyNot my picture, but same baby

I even feed him a bottle! We went to lunch and hung out for the afternoon. As cute as Ethan is, oh my god, this is even further proof I never want kids. I definitely could not deal with that every day. Good job, parents. I am honestly impressed with all of you. Kudos.

Anyway, around 4:30, I started giving Tim “THE EYES” because we had a two-hour ride ahead of us, and I had (and still have) no work done, so we left around 5. It was a nice day, just long, and oh god WHY CAN’T THE WEEKENDS BE LONGER.

I am so excited to see Third Eye Blind on Friday, even if I do have to turn 29 in the process. 

Hi ho. Hi ho. FRIDAY.

I forgot to mention that when I arrived home on Thursday after work, there was a very large box on our porch, addressed to Tim. I immediately called him and asked “WHAT DID YOU ORDER NOW?” Turns out, nothing. It was all the stuff that survived his car crash. As he was unpacking it, pieces of glass and his car were being strewn across the kitchen.


Then, we ran three miles together. I like running with someone. I didn’t even fall.

Which lasted 12 hours, and I am still pretty beat up from my fall yesterday morning. It HURTS. As usual, I don’t even know how it happened. Per the norm, I left my house before dawn, but of course, I didn’t fall until the last half mile, when the sun was shining and people were milling about. I went down hard. I made a weird moaning/yelling noise, and then cried a little. I cleaned myself up as much as I could, and jogged home. As usual, Tim took care of me while I whimpered that him putting the Band-Aids on “really hurt.” At one point, he said “This is another reason we cannot have children because you are a child and I need to take care of you.”

This is accurate.

Tonight, I am “helping” make the world-famous tomato sauce, as Tim has once again invested in a large box of tomatoes (this time, ORGANIC!). I will most likely drink a bottle of wine and sit on the couch.

Tomorrow, I hope my body cooperates because I would like to run in the rain. Then, I have to take care of a thousand errands and clean the house because we are having a few friends over for the Notre Dame game. One of my college roommates, Sean, is coming and I am so excited to see him.

Here we are, hugging a mailbox in 2011Here we are, hugging a mailbox in 2011

Hopefully, I will not over-celebrate, because on Sunday, I would like to run and then Tim and I are driving to Media to see his best friend, his wife and their new baby. If they let me hold the baby, I hope I do not drop him. That is all.

We are stopping at Stoudt’s on the way home. I just looked at the menu, and I have no idea what I can even eat there. Guess I will just order about four baked potatoes.

Unrelated, but here is a new picture of my family dog, Rudy. I miss him.


TGIF. Longest week ever…. until next week.

So, race pictures are up. I figured it has been a while since I’ve shared any of these, and also I like having them in one place in case I ever need them (because you know, you often need photos of yourself running) so……..











Obviously, these are all “borrowed,” as I would never pay what they charge for race photos. I do like the first one, but what would I do with a large photo of myself running? Hang it on the fridge?

So, that’s that. I am having an “ugh” week (as opposed to when I am not). And then this happened this morning.

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Universe, are you trying to tell me something? I give up.

At least my shin doesn’t feel nearly as bad. +1

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For the record, this is why Liz is one of my favorite people.

My uncle is in town for a conference, so he took Tim and I to dinner last night. I tried to be healthy and order a salad and then I was violently ill. So that’s what i get for not ordering a grilled cheese. Then again, I wasn’t bloated this morning! HAHA, oh my stomach, you trickster.

I didn’t get home until 9, so I did not pass go or collect $200 or fold my laundry or do anything except take my pants off and crawl into bed.

I went for a run today and my shin randomly hurts so I am pretty sure I have a stress fracture or perhaps bonce cancer. I also developed a cold sore on the corner of my mouth and I am out of the $20 medication, so I’d say things are going real well around here.

First of all, have you ever seen a photo of me in which I looked happier than right here?


That is a genuine smile.

Anyway, guys (or the two of you that read this, whatever).

I have to talk about something I saw on Saturday because Tim thinks I am crazy. So on Saturday morning, I was running along the river, and decided to run down by the river (there are two paths for non-burg dwellers). While running down to the path to the river, I saw what looked like someone passed out on the grass.
At first I thought, “Are you kidding me?” Because on Friday, I was walking to happy hour and found a man passed out at 5 p.m. next to the laundromat. So, I woke him up to see if he needed help, and he pretty much got mad at me. I think I have a problem with “trying to be a good person” and so I take it the extreme. 
ANYWAY. Upon further inspection, someone STUFFED a shirt and jeans and laid it out to look like a headless person. I shit you not, I am not making this up. I even went up close to make sure it wasn’t a decapitated person but there was no blood and I could see the stuffing. IT LOOKED SO REAL. It really freaked me out because who would do that? Honestly. I inspected it to make sure it was fake, was creeped out and went on my way.
I totally forgot about it until I was running back up the path like an hour and a half hour and there WAS A MAN WITH A HEAD IN THE EXACT SAME CLOTHES IN THE SAME POSITION.
What. The. Hell.
I swear to god if I hadn’t gone up and personally inspected the “body,” I would have convinced myself I had imagined it. But I know what I saw and I was sober and what the hellllllllllllllll.
I am assuming it was just a weird prank, or maybe someone put drugs into my protein shake, I don’t know. SO WEIRD.

Wow. What a weekend.



I finished in 1:37.4, good enough for third place in my age group. Honestly, I just felt really solid the whole race. I somehow maintained a consistent 7:20ish-7:30ish pace and never really fell apart. Obviously, I had wanted to PR, but I truly didn’t believe I was quite there. But honestly, it was one of those races where the miles just ticked by. I never really felt tired until the last two miles when the sun came out and the heat really was starting to bother me. However, the weather was much milder compared to Saturday and last weekend, so I am very grateful for that. I am super happy to land a PR. My old one (1:40.08) was from 2011!


Mile 1- 7:25.28

Mile 2- 7:24.54

Mile 3- 7:22.98

Mile 4- 7:21.70

Mile 5-7:19.79

Mile 6-7:28.10

Mile 7- 7:23.18

Mile 8- 7:30.05

Mile 9- 7:7:32.17

Mile 10- 07:25.38

Mile 11- 7:28.77

Mile 12-7:32.42

Mile 13- 7:36.23

Last .1 - 7:01 pace

Also, Notre Dame destroyed Michigan, so my family was happy and Tim was happy, and I like watching a small amount of football.  I was eating pizza at the time as well, so therefore I was happy. Plus, I was able to keep obnoxiously blasting their fight song.

The bad.

Oh, a drunk driver totaled Tim’s parked car. At around 3 a.m. on Sunday morning, we heard a loud crash, so we went to look out the window. Oh wow, a presumably drunk driver hit some cars, that sucks. (The guy did a number on his car too, so he left it there and fled on foot.)

We went back to bed. Suddenly, Tim remembered he had parked his car across the street. “I am going to go get my glasses.”



Fortunately, Tim is a very calm person and was realistic in that there is nothing he can do. As opposed to me, who would have been a hysterical mess. They caught the guy rather quickly, and now Tim has to get a new car. Still, crazy scary and very fortunate no one was hurt.

Otherwise, the weekend was low-key. On Friday, we grabbed drinks with my old roommate, Nadya, who I hadn’t seen in a while. On Saturday morning, I logged some very slow, very humid very just crappy miles. As much as it sucked, I was relieved that my legs felt shitty on Saturday rather than Sunday. I ran a hundred million errands and then Tim and I stopped by a bbq at his friend, Bree’s. It was fine, we didn’t really know anyone, so we just kind of awkwardly sat around and I ate tortilla chips, so I was happy. 

We went out for a little yesterday to watch the games, which I didn’t mind because I really like drinking on Sundays. Helps ease into the week, I always say.

Well, my sports bra (one I wear regularly) caused some serious chaffing, so things are a little painful over here. But  I GUESS it was worth it for a PR.