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Yesterday was my best run to date. I was not particularly fast, I didn’t break any records (false, I broke my own), but looking back on it, yes, I’m happy it’s over, but I’m also very happy that it happened.

Before the race:

We were both nervous and excited, but also very ready. A little while later (hahahahaha funny), we were finished and my Love and my Dad were hunting around a field looking for me

Rachel rocked this race. I rocked this race. I then had Friendly’s. YES with a Happy Ending Sundae. In all honesty however, I wasn’t even that hungry. I was much more sleepy considering I didn’t sleep more than about 3 hours the night before. I woke up in the middle of the night to rain on the window of our hotel room, which caused me to freak out and panic that I would have to run 13.1mi the next day in the rain. Which is one thing I promised myself I would never ever again do.

Somehow the One I Love eased me back into some sort of sleep, and BAM it was time to get up and run.

Run went well…very well the first five miles that I started out way too fast, but also pretty well for the last 8.1. I’m overall quite pleased with this run, and it’s given me the motivation I need to continue training for the next half marathon on December 4th-Yikes!

Anyhow, just wanted to get a quick post up, but I checked my body at the door of the gym this evening and must have left it there. I’m not certain whose body I have right now, but it’s feeling like rigor mortis has set in. Bleh.

Hope everyone has a great night!

I will have finished my second half marathon! I’m heading down to Long Island in a few hours to hit up the expo and grab my packet-I’m so psyched!

My partner-in-crime for this run is this chick:

A while ago Rachel suggested this run, and she has a special kind of peer pressure-it’s very strong. I was signed up shortly after she suggested it.

So tomorrow I’m going to try to get a favorable half marathon experience under my belt (the last one was a little rough!), and Rachel is running her first half marathon!

So for the past two months I’ve been training, and I am feeling mildly confident-I’m not going to finish fast, but I’m excited to hopefully not end up with massive blisters and just overall enjoy the experience

I just realized I’m leaving in less than 2 hours and I still have to shower and pack so I should probably get started on that! I hope everyone has a great weekend!

So I’m thinking about blogging today and I realize my happy little blog is 4months old. Jesus I sound like a friggin new parent with a first baby. Sorry.

So yeah, bit of a hectic week. Quick tip-Don’t drink coffee that can sweat through styrofoam. It will probably kill you. Or make you sweat coffee, which has happened to me before, only with tequila and it is NOT pleasant.

Creepy.

Number next. If you pick ONE gummy worm, and several come out of the bag attached to it, it still counts as ONE GUMMY WORM.

I know what you’re thinking and I totally agree-that looks magical. Now, for eating purposes I did NOT cram them all in my mouth at the same time. I just took them off one at a time, kind of like string cheese only a thousand times more awesome.

I’d show you pictures of food, but lets be honest. I eat the same thing day after day, with little to no variation, and I know I need to switch it up. I also know that you’re probably tired of seeing pictures of vegetables with quinoa. Don’t worry, I’m tired of that garbage too. I’ll stop.

So lets skip ahead to last night. My darling friend Amber realized that if you offer to pay someone in wine to paint your bathroom, they’re probably going to a shitty, drunken job at it. Well, I did, anyhow. My SIL Sarah was kind of the team leader yesterday, as she actually knows what the hell she is doing.

Case in point. She asked Amber to take down the towel rack and I’ll be damned if that process didn’t take 8x longer than it needed to. Do not, I repeat DO NOT give this girl a screwdriver. Unless it contains vodka. In that case give her 3.

Painting actually went pretty decent. It wasn’t a huge bathroom, and there was 2 of us working so it went quickly and Amber kept the wine flowing. I’d gotten a run in before we started, and I’m sure my sweaty self was EXACTLY who poor Sarah wanted to be trapped in a bathroom with, but she took it like a champ   See how happy she is putting on the first bit of paint?

It ended up taking us a little over 2 hours. Sarah started a little early while I took Amber’s crazy dog for a run, but once we all got down to business it went very smoothly.

Running this week has sucked x1000. I have had no motivation and no desire to do anything but lay on my couch and curse at the idiots on House Hunters. I managed a couple of 2mi runs and I put in a 3mi HIIT workout today, so I’m feeling a bit better, but to be honest with you, tomorrow is supposed to be my long run day and I have NO IDEA what I am going to do. I got all cocky last week with my stupid 10mi run and now I think I’m some sort of badass or something who can just wake up one day and run a half marathon, and let me be the first to tell you-THAT IS NOT THE CASE. Not at all. So with just over a week to go I’m going to try to stop sucking big time and get out there and get some mediocre workouts in during my taper week so I feel like I’m not a waste of life but someone pushing themselves toward a goal. And by goal I 100% mean walking normal in the days after the race, and also not wanting to sell my soul to the running devil in exchange for a free pass on my next race. Aim high, Jess, aim high.

So yeah, I’m ready for dinner so I’m going to go handle that and then it’s time for my Sweet Thang to come home- Hope everyone has a great night!

Yikes…last week was a crazy one! Thursday I headed out of town for work…sort of. I had been invited to an Underwriter Appreciation day that one of my agents was sponsoring. They had plans to take a bunch of us on the ferry to Burlington, VT for drinks or shopping or hanging out, and then back on the ferry to dinner. Enter: The Scavenger Hunt.

We all split up into teams, and when my coworker saw some of the teams really getting into the game, my coworker decided that we needed to get after it.

With items to find such as a Phish fan, VW bus, person sleeping, a person with a mohawk…I knew we’d have to get a little creative.

Item number 8: A street performer.

Yeah…I just wanted the fn hunt to be over. Hence the next item on the list: A Protester.

That’s my handy signwork. He definitely didn’t like hangovers or shaving. Definitely.

The next day we headed back home, and I jetted to the market to get some groceries. My house was going to be food-prep headquarters that night, and I didn’t want to be unprepared.

By prepared, I mean I made sure to have a couple of take out menus available.

I was cool with making a salad and some cookies, but not so cool with making dinner. Hello there, pizza night!

We did manage to make some salads that night too

Saturday morning I got my behind out of bed and got to a 10mi run. My long run last week was only 8mi, but I’m thinking I might start tapering a little early for this run, to make sure I’m rested enough to actually bang out 13.1mi, rather than struggle through it because I put too many miles in. On the other hand, almost every training plan I’ve seen peaks at 10mi. Now it’s a mental thing for me that at some point I have to get a 10mi run in for half marathon training. Yeah, I’m a mess.

After my run and a shower, it was time for some errands, to make some cookies, and to head to my Dad’s house for his 50th birthday party!

Now here’s the deal with me. Everything I read says to eat a balanced menu before going to any party or whatever, so you don’t snack as much. Personally, I’m going to eat the same amount at a party whether or not I ate before, so for this day I decided to chill a little on my constant munching. Lord knows I ate about 6 days worth of calories at the party!

Here’s a cameo from a reader who is NOT my dad (yes, people read this blog. Not just my dad. My mom also reads it. And so does Lisa below)

OK, I could have taken a better picture. Sorry Lisa!

I was finally introduced to Lisa last night, and she it totally badass. Her husband is a pimp as well. Just a great couple all around. Also, beer drinkers. I respect that. Even though I started out with the bitchy drinks myself, I only wanted to test all of the 4 flavors first before I moved onto beer. (I managed to not sleep on the lawn last night. I’m really growing up)

The party was ridiculous fun. The food was insane, the band was great and it was so great to see everyone come together for something other than a wedding or funeral!

Baby brother and his BFF

My BFF (awwww)

There was tons of food, and an ABSURD amount of drinks, so things managed to slowly get more interesting as the night wore on

Also, here is a super cute picture of my Dad and my stepmom, Lisa-

Aren’t they adorable? And if you look in the bottom right corner of the picture, you’ll see Lisa the Blog Reader snatching herself a beer. Attagirl, Lisa, Attagirl.

All in all not a bad 50th birthday party! Of course, considering there was alcohol, there was obviously going to be some intermingling of my dad/the band, uncle Sean/the band, everyonethere/the band.

Case in point-Dad rocking the vocals with the band. These guys were seriously awesome. They weren’t really fluent with the country tunes, but that’s cool. They really rocked with the 80’s rock music-The guitarist was friggin incredible and looked like Slash. Keep rockin’ man, keep rockin’.

Even my little sister got in on some vocals:

All in all it was a great night-My dad had a LOT of fun, everyone had a great time, and I have fabulous leftovers to eat all week. Pretty sure that’s a win all around!

So, 2 weeks from today I will be running the Diva’s Half Marathon in Long Island! Granted, I signed up for it in May (maybe? June?) but it seemed like it was so far away! I’m very happy I decided to do it though, because I have a feeling I wouldn’t have run half of the miles I have in the past 2 months without that goal in mind!

On that note, I’m going to make my Sweet Italian Sausage a fabulous Sunday dinner Hope everyone has a great night!

A sad thing happened today.

I had to go to work

Hahahaha…no, in all honesty today I had to say goodbye to Tramp, the trampoline.

When my Dad, stepmom and sisters moved out, they temporarily left the trampoline. It was a wonderful addition to my yard, and I began to think maybe, just maybe, they might leave it.

That was not the case.

Today I came home, and this was what I saw in my backyard…

Goodbye, Tramp.

My yard looks so empty now!

So once he packed up the Tramp, he headed on home to reassemble so my sisters can continue to enjoy it. Sad day.

I then decided to push my run off a little because it was pretty hot, so I put together some dinner. I had some orecchiette pasta left over from last night, a couple portabella mushrooms and some broccoli. And considering I love nothing more than putting a bunch of things I love together in a bowl…this all made dinner!

Doesn’t look like much, but it was fabulous! I love grilled portabella like the Hoff loves vodka.

After dinner it was run time, and sadly, it’s the time of year where it starts to get dark earlier and earlier. I only managed to get a couple of miles in before I had to high tail it home. Boo. Now I have to actually get my behind in gear and stop slacking.

So, what did I learn today?

• Mondays at work are kind of a bummer. Even when you like your job.
• Jersey Shore is dumb enough that I feel justified in judging people who love it. You all can judge me back, I don’t honestly care.
• No matter what I am doing outside, my neighbor knows it and will walk his dog back and forth past my house six times.
• I’m 28, it’s been 4 hours, and I miss the tramp. My yard looks so grown up. At least I still have Paul the Fish.
• Cupcakes make my house smell fn amazing.

Now it’s time to watch a few episodes of Family Guy before I go to bed. Yes, I consider Family Guy to be a million times better than Jersey Shore.

Hope everyone has a great night!

OK…I am just going to say it. I’m seriously tired of greek yogurt. Yeah, protein-wise it’s great, and nutritionally it’s fabulous, but I’ve had enough. It’s too much of a commitment. When I want yogurt I want it with like, 4 other lunch things, not as a meal in itself.

Enter: Australian yogurt.

Wallaby Organic vanilla bean flavored yogurt. This stuff is easily the best yogurt ever. So yeah, you’re welcome. Go try it and you can thank me later.

Maybe Thursday-ish last week Amber and I went out for Chinese. She let me pick my fortune cookie first, and there was one package with 2 cookies in it. Clearly a sign from the universe, my gluttonous self chose that one. Also, I have a history of getting fortune cookies with NO fortune in them, so I figured this would help my odds a little.

Instead, the 2-cookie package gave me conflicting information. I was undecided on my 1mi run that night…my legs had been hurting a little so I was considering taking an extra rest day, but if I did the 1mi run, my total for the week would be 20 even miles.

This is what my fortune(s) said:

The top one says ‘Your efforts will result in much profit’ (aka: run, idiot). The bottom says ‘Soothing your body are the name of the game today’ (aka: go home and watch tv on the couch and drink chocolate milk).

The grammar on the second one alone was enough to piss me off, so I assumed the appropriate path to take would be to go and run, per the first fortune.

This was not the case. My legs hurt sooooooo badly. Running fail.

Friday I just hung out. It was great. The Man and I just relaxed-he had had a long week and I had a long run scheduled for the morning.

Saturday morning I woke up and really dragged my feet. When I finally got out there, the first 2 miles were spent with a dull but noticeable ache in my legs. They were both tired and just all around sore.

Thankfully, once mile 3 hit I was feeling much better. I made it through all 8 miles and hit the shower RIGHT away!

I had only a few minutes to get ready and we all met at my house-it was a boating day!!

The weather was beautiful, so we headed to Saratoga Lake. My brother had been there the week before to check out the launch, and it was going to be tricky to maneuver but between him and my Dad they made the other boaters look like amateurs

The launch was seriously flooded-my brother had to find the pier that stretched out in the water and hop out onto it-it was underwater! Once my Dad parked the truck and trailer, he had to wade out to us…

Yup…he’s not even to the start of the decline of the launch yet. Thanks, Irene.

Then the Captain decided it was time for some tubing…

Even The Man decided to get in on the tubing action Then it was time to swap out the tube for some waterskis-

How many Suttons does it take… Yeah, nevermind

Dad’s one badass skiier!

I know, I know…’Jess, obviously a day on the boat means drinking, and drinking means self photos. Where’s the self photo?’

Of COURSE there is a semi-intoxicated self photo!

There we go!

And now today is Sunday. I did laundry, grocery shopped, mowed my lawn and had a lovely exchange with my favorite neighbor…”Looks like you finally mowed the lawn.” Yeah, guy, I did. Thanks for noticing. Hater. “Ya know,” he (unfortunately) continued, “My son will mow your lawn if you pay him.” Now, I get what he was trying to do. Well, one of two things anyhow. The Neighbor seems, for some reason, to truly enjoy interrupting me with meaningless, BS conversation whenever I’m doing anything. Or, he was trying to score his kid a job.

Guess what? 1)I’m not going to pay some teenage kid to mow MY lawn-I remember being a teenager and not wanting to do something but wanting the money for doing it. When I was a teenager I did a shitty job at things. If my lawn is going to look like crap, it’s going to be my fault. 2)I have zero reason to think the kid actually wants to mow my lawn. If HE wanted to, HE should have come over. I’d probably consider it a little longer than 0.00003 seconds if someone other than his semi-creepy dad asked me. If you want a job, go after it. Don’t make your dad go after it. Especially if this guy is your dad. Jeez.

OK, so that was my rant for today. Overall it was an incredible weekend and I feel fabulous!

Now I’m watching some garbage movie on comedy central, and I’m totally cool with this being the way I send this weekend off. Hope everyone has a great night!

Irene happened. Apparently Irene was like a mama duck storm, and now her little baby duck storms are following behind her, ONE AFTER A FRIGGIN ‘NOTHER. Seriously, it stops raining and then BAM more rain.

Because of this constant rain situation, all of my scheduled runs this week were at the gym, on a treadmill (except for one mile yesterday to try out my new sneakers).

My gym is the epitome of a high school reunion. I don’t actually need to attend my high school reunion in November, because I see everyone at the gym anyway.

Literally, I said a quick but friendly hello to one girl, and while having a conversation with another guy, another girl walked by us and said hello. All three graduated with me.

And this is just one day. I’m not even complaining, it’s nice to see people, but whoa.

Lunch today was my standard-issue turkey sandwich with banana peppers. I went over to Fresh Market and picked up a yogurt and some mango, and chowed like a maniac before I took any pictures. Here’s proof-

After work I went to check out my Gramie’s brand spankin’ new apartment that she finally got to move into. Then it was gym time.

I had no intention of running today because while my legs weren’t sore, they were definitely very tired.

Apparently I’m a sucker for a treadmill.

I only did 2 miles because my legs were definitely tired and I was starting to feel it in my calves/shins, not to mention I had my new sneakers on and I’m an idiot and didn’t put my Superfeet in them, so who knows what was happening from  my knees down. I might not be able to walk tomorrow.

After the gym I scooted home to make myself some dinner. On tonight’s menu was quinoa with diced tomatoes, asparagus and mushrooms-

It was decent. Not as good as I had hoped it might be, but also not bad enough that I opted for the PB&J sandwich.

So I’m not sure who came up with this cockamamie running schedule (me) but that person really sucks this week. I’m tired. Thankfully, aside from my long runs increasing, this week is my highest in terms of mileage. I guess I’m OK with that because I have a 1mi run for tomorrow, a rest day, then an 8miler. Then a nap. I’m putting that on the schedule too. Right now.

So what did I learn today?

• When people drive like jerks, I say mean things.
• I paid way too much for a container of Mango and I can’t go back now. It’s done.
• Stretching feels good. I should do more of it. Duh.
• I wish I could have new sneakers everyday.
• Constant rain is a great excuse for not mowing my lawn.
• Virginia is in the same time zone as New York.

So on that note, I’m going to go clean my kitchen and watch tv. Hope everyone has a great night!

And that is a fact.

Today it was back to work for me, and I was not feeling it at all.

Thankfully, I brought an amazing breakfast-this new Bear Naked Nut Cluster Crunch. Oh. My. God. This stuff is amazing. Almost worth spilling the milk on the floor for. Almost.

Please note the children’s sippy cup. Yes, aka ‘Best Milk Transporter Ever’. Also I got it on sale for $0.33. To be honest, there’s not much I won’t buy for $0.33.

Fast forward to my mid-day doctors appointment where my doctor I think maybe called me fat in a very  nice way but then turned it into some quest for me to find my ‘happy weight’ and I honestly just wanted to tell her to go away. I run almost every day, and I love sour gummi worms. This is me, deal with it.

After my appointment I headed home to work because my house was *much* closer than work. Also, I was jonesin’ for a ‘home lunch’. Mmmm…on a real plate. That someone washes (me). On a *gasp* PLACEMAT!!! Apparently I don’t get home much, ha!

OK, blah blah blah, day day day, food food food…Now onto the workout.

Today was NEW SNEAKER DAY! The sneakers I had ordered a couple of weeks ago were too small, so I had to send them back and get a size bigger. And they came today! AHHH!

Unfortunately, I had 4mi run planned today, and I kind of wanted to get it over and done with. I ended up leaving before the UPS man came to deliver my sneakers, and I was a little bummed but I got over that quickly. I headed to the Corning Preserve trail because it’s open again and was shocked at how gross and muddy it was! Apparently I need to get my behind back in a classroom because I was so confused as to why there was so much mud on the trail. Duh, Jessica.

I decided it would be in my best interest to skip the trail and just head to the gym. On my way there, I passed my Mama and Gramie and whipped my sick sports car around (ha) for some impromptu shopping with them. (all together now…Awwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!)

Then it was gym time. My legs were pretty tired so I decided to split up my 4 miles and do 3 at the gym and then go home and do 1 in my new sneakers outside. This gave me something to look forward to…new sneakers waiting at home=carrot dangling in front of me.

Went home. Tried on sneakers. Danced around because they fit perfectly. Ran outside IN THE RAIN (shocking, somehow I didn’t melt). Felt awesome. Except for my legs being a little sore and just all around tired. Also that one mile I really pushed it, which felt great.

So what did I learn today?

• My doctor may or may not think I’m fat. I may or may not care.
• New sneakers are better than sour gummi worms, but a HELL of a lot more expensive.
• Spilling milk on the floor=lots of ferocious language happening at 630am
• I’ve been beating the crap out of myself and need to take it easy. My legs told me so.

And on that note, I’m going to go watch some (hopefully trashy) tv in bed while I rub my legs and talk lovingly to them Hope everyone has a great night!

First things first-I need to find somewhere to get my oil changed where I cannot see my car while it is being worked on. Also, I do not want to meet or see who does it, unless he comes out looking like something that belongs next to ‘April’ on a calendar. With no shirt.

Instead, the guy who changed my oil today showed such a lack of confidence in HIMSELF that I was terrified for my poor car. And also myself.

So more than likely he knew full well what he was doing, but nervous people make me nervous. And the 30 minutes it took for him to change my oil were spent with me staring intently at my car, trying to hide the panicked look on my face.

This just in: I’m sometimes a neurotic mess.

Tonight I cooked up a super ‘comfort food’ type meal for my darling. Bruschetta Chicken Pasta.

I saw a recipe earlier in the day but couldn’t find it when I wanted to actually grocery shop so I just kind of winged it…

Bruschetta Chicken Pasta

Ingredients-

• 1lb Chicken, cut into chunks
• 2-ish cups of cooked Farfalle pasta
• 1 container garlic-something Philadelphia Cooking Cream
• 1 package grape tomatoes
• Fresh basil, maybe 6 leaves or so, chopped into strips
• Garlic powder
• Fresh minced garlic. A couple cloves.
• Chicken broth-I have no idea how much, maybe half a cup or so?
• 1/2 yellow onion, chopped

Directions-

• Cook onions in a bit of EVOO or smartbalance butter spread, once they’re softened add the chicken. Cook it and don’t rush this part because that’s gross.
• While that’s happening, boil water for bowtie pasta. Cook bowtie pasta.
• Once chicken is cooked, add chicken broth and garlic powder. I’m a garlic fan so I also added some fresh garlic too. Just go wild, it’s not going to hurt anyone. Cook for 3 more minutes.
• Next add cooking cream and tomatoes. Cook another 3 minutes
• Add cooked pasta and basil. Mix it around so it looks pretty. Cook about 3 more minutes or so.

Then put it on a plate and watch in smug satisfaction as the guy you made it for goes back for seconds

Theoretically that’s what it’s supposed to look like. I think. Either way, it looked really good, and also tasted good, so I’m chalking this one up as a win.

Today I realized that after this week, I only have 3 more weeks until my half marathon! I feel like I should probably be more nervous than I am, but I rocked out a 5mi midweek run, so I’m feeling mildly confident.

Also, I am a planner.

Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance. I am taking that to heart and I think that’s helping me to not be so nervous. Not to mention I don’t actually put pressure on myself to perform to anyone else’s standards, so if I totally blow this I’ll still think I’m awesome. I cant not win

And now that I’m breaking out the double negatives, I believe that’s my signal to go tuck in! Hope everyone has a great night!

Ah! It feels like forever since I’ve posted! Oh wait…it’s been forever since I posted.  (sorry Dad).

What was I doing all week?

Well, aside from that crazy full time job thing I’ve got going on, I managed to get all of my miles in that I had scheduled on my training plan. I did have to play around with it a little due to the hurricane, but they are all done-YAY! One more week down!

I also tampered with my Dad’s mail and stole his $10 Birthday coupon from Victoria’s Secret. Sorry, Dad. I promise to let you have the next one

I tried out a new running trail by my work. It would have been a great run except some dude on a hand-pedal bike seemed to think going around me on the left to pass wasn’t his problem. He yelled to me (I had my iPod on) until I finally turned around, took my earbud out and heard him say ‘hey, I need to pass you’. I should have responded with ‘Listen, jerkoff, here in the US we pass on the left, go the F around me’ but instead I just rolled my eyes and moved over. And later passed him on a hill and said to him ‘This is how passing is done’. Why Hello, Passive-Aggressiveness!

Thursday night my darling Amber came over to ‘help’ me make up some dips and desserts for the Labor Day picnic. She came over with a bottle of wine that she was trying to open pretty much as she was walking through the door so I realized right away there would a)be no documentation of this evening and b)I would be lucky if any of the food we made was actually going to be edible.

Turns out it all was edible, we drank the bottle of wine and she bought me chinese food. Perfect night.

Friday the Man and I headed up to camp for the night and for the picnic the next day. On our way there, we stopped so I could get an iced tea and some sour gummi worms. This is where I made a huge mistake. I only got one bag of candy.

Around the campfire, Stephanie, my sweet, amazing protégé/cousin discovered I had sour gummi worms. Because it’s the appropriate thing to do, I offered some to her. I did not want her to say yes, but she did. SHE ATE THE REST OF THE BAG EXCEPT FOR THREE. She fn left me THREE!

The next day, we went into town because someone had come and drank all of our beer the night before. While in Rite Aid, I had an epiphany.

Decoy Candy. Noun. Definition: Candy that you don’t actually care for but that is appealing to the masses that you can offer to them in place of the candy that you love. (ie: Sour Gummi Worms).

Enter the swedish fish.

See how innocent she looks?

So later on the beach, everyone was pumped about the Swedish Fish and left me to eat my sour gummi worms in peace. Amen.

Saturday morning, I woke up super early and headed out for my weekly long run. It was only 6.5mi so I figured I could get it done quickly and still make it back in time for blueberry pancakes.

My legs felt great, my time was respectable (for me) and I was done in time for breakfast. Win!

Unfortunately, I came back to camp and was immediately berated by my Gramie.

“Jessie, don’t you ever do that to me again! I didn’t know where you were! It was dark out when you left! There couldn’t have been anyone else out there!”

I replied…

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you up! I was running! It was light out! There were tons of people out there! Also they were nice!”

To which she responded-

“Well what about the bears?!?!”

This exchange OF COURSE prompted one of the most asinine conversations I’ve been part of in a long time. My mom mentioned that with black bears and brown bears, you’re supposed to play dead for one and punch one in the nose. (yes, this is a real conversation that we had). So of course everyone had an opinion, and I was just trying to explain that most people don’t jerk around in the morning and delay their run until 10am, many people get their runs in at 7am because then it’s done for the day.

Bear conversation took over. Fail.

Yesterday I took my sisters for frozen yogurt and that was seriously the biggest event of my day. I also made some incredible stuffed peppers for my man. He loves me

Today it looks like garbage outside, so I went to the gym and did 5mi on the treadmill. Treadmills are boring as hell, but you can keep your pace steady and Lord knows I need help in that department.

When I came home I realized I was a sweaty nasty mess so really there was no better time to pick up all of the branches that had fallen in my yard due to the hurricane and also the epidemic called ‘Old-Ass-Trees’. I was pushing a load of branches in my wheelbarrow and one of them tried to escape.

I know-not easy to see but trust me, it hurts like anything.

Soo…a couple creative, r-rated words later the branches were cleared up and I was able to take a shower.

Now I have to go get my oil changed in my car. Maybe someday you’ll be lucky and get to have as exciting of a life as I do. False. Don’t hope for that.

Hope everyone is having a great Labor Day!