You Like Me! You Really Like Me! Again!

I received an awesome-sauce surprise a couple of weeks ago from a fellow I-live-in-inhuman-like-heat-and-I-almost-well-pretty-much-love-it blend named Helly.  She writes a great little blog aptly named Helly On The Run.  And much to my surprise, she found this particular little corner of the interweb….wait for it…..INSPIRING!  Now be assured, no exchange of cash, bribery, or promises of Princess Lisa’s Bailey’s Buttercream cupcakes, has taken place.  A common love of traveling – especially to Italy – may have been the beginning of a beautiful blendship.



Whatever the reason may have been for dragging Helly kicking and screaming to Black Dog Runs Disney, (oh crap, did I say that out loud?), I’m sending her a big, wet, sloppy Calypso kiss for the nomination.  So here goes.



So let’s get to the good stuff.  First of all, the good part.

Whoo hoo!

Whoo hoo!

Now for the rules – ’cause we all know how much I LOVE rules (teeheehee…):

Rule One – thank and link to the person who nominated you – check!

Rule Two – list the rules and display award – checkcheck

Rule Three – share seven facts about yourself – oh boy, this could get ugly

Rule Four – nominate 15 other awesome-sauce bloggers and let them know they’ve been nominated.  I’m going to “adjust” this one just a little bit and nominate the blogs that make me laugh the most – because that’s the whole point of living isn’t it?  That and Moose Tracks Ice Cream. (like how I ALWAYS find some way to work that in?)

So here’s some little known facts about me…

7 facts

More than you ever wanted know huh?  Especially the Sponge Bobs.  There’s an image you won’t ever be able to get out of your head.

Now for just some of my fave blends! (There’s just so many, I can’t list them all…oh the humanity!)

blog list

Back yet?  Didn’t I tell ya these bloggers rocked?  Black Dog would never steer you wrong, especially when it comes to blogs and ice cream.  Never.  I take that stuff seriously.


Enjoy the ride.

What are some of your favorite blogs?  Do they make you laugh?  Do I make you laugh?  If not, just think of the Sponge Bobs.  Or go get some for yourself.  I’ll even buy you a pair.  I’m nice like that.

So You Married A Runner. My Apologies.

Remember when  you said I do?  Did you really think you had any idea what you were in for?


Did you think you would ever see so much laundry in your life?  Did you ever realize just one person – possibly one very little person – could ever PRODUCE that much laundry?  Let’s not even bring up the amount, but how absolutely, inhumanly, STANKASS said laundry can be?  Sorry baby, I may only come in at 5’3″, but I can can get a sweat on as good as Phil Simms ever did.

You're welcome Kellie.

You’re welcome Kellie.

Let’s just get the more “sensitive” areas of being married to a runner person out of the way shall we?  I’m going to break these down into three general categories:

1.   No holds barred conversations regarding bodily functions.  Suddenly, in sickness and in health begin to take on a whole new meaning.  Sleeve snot?  Check.  Sprints to the bathroom after being gone for only 20 minutes the day after Margarita Madness, only to be treated to the most inhuman sounds possible?  Check.  Clothing that still smells like decomposing body even after being pre-treated, soaked in bleach, vinegar, and every de-fumigating solution ever invented?  Check.  It’s all part of the ’til death do us part package.  Guess you just never thought the “death” part included the odor.

Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. God.

2. Dealing with sad puppy dog face the closer registration day gets.  And you said no.  Now let’s give credit where credit is due.  There’s not too many significant others who can unequivocally drop the hammer when facing the power of a runDisney event.  But let’s be honest.  Who really has the power to resist the numerous heavy sighs, slammed cabinet doors, 2,145 repeats of Let It Go, and denial of…well, you know – because you want to spend your vacation at this place instead?

I don't even know what to say.

I don’t even know what to say.

3. Wondering just how many shoes, clothes, gadgets, bags, and weird supplements one runner can possibly collect.  You go to the fridge simply looking for a quick snack.  Instead, you spend the next 15 minutes digging through Beans, Bloks, waffles, bars, and some weird, nasty goopy stuff with the oh-so-appetizing description of goo.  Feeling adventurous – and slightly frustrated at the lack of Snickers, Milky Ways, and just plain good ol’ American Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups – you rip open a bag of what looks like jelly beans.  When suddenly, out of nowhere, this comes flying at your head.

Step away from the Sport Beans and nobody gets hurt. NOW.

Step away from the Sport Beans and nobody gets hurt. NOW.

I know there’s plenty of other areas of concern for those co-existing with us runner types, but I figured these are probably the main areas of contention concern.  I readily admit it, we can be a frightful bunch of individuals.  We have our own idiosyncrasies, disgusting habits, and heck – we’ve even invented our own language.  So what’s an innocent, by-standing, non-runner to do?  I think you know the answer to that one.

Yes.  Become the douche.  It'll be okay.

Yes. Become the douche. It’ll be okay. I promise.

 Enjoy the ride.

What annoying, disgusting habits does your significant other have to put up with?

Running Update-The Saga Continues

Since I know you’re all on the edge of your eats with anticipation, please allow me the opportunity of acquiescing to your desire to know how my running is progressing.  It’s an honor.  Really.


I’m happy to report this week has seen considerable progress.  I managed to crank out my fastest average mile to date, which I fully believe was entirely due to celebrating Christmas in July – runner style!

Whoo hoo!!

Whoo hoo!!

Then  there was that one time, at band camp, (sorry, side trip into American Pie), that I got in my truck and saw the temp in the sun was 122 degrees (WHAT!?!), and decided I’d rather go for a run instead of going to the gym.  That was the same day I ran a 3 mile training PR, while looking fabulous in my Minnie Mouse BAMR band, (if I do say so myself), then proceeded to come home, drink three gallons of Orange Mio flavored water, and wasn’t allowed to plop on the couch.  Actually I COULDN’T plop on the couch.  I kept sliding off.

run collage

I’ve still had a few crappy runs – perhaps I should re-evaluate the whole run the dupa off day right after monster leg workout day – but for the most part they have been relatively pain-free (or pain-low), and I do feel as though I’m making slow but definite progress.  I’m not sure if I’ll nail that sub 2:00 PR at my favorite half ever, but hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?

Ooooooohhhh, pretty.....

Ooooooohhhh, pretty…..

So let me know if this has been two minutes of your life that you’ll never get back – kind of like when I watched Gravity this weekend – or if you really have no life and want to know what I’m doing with mine.  I promise to keep posting silly pictures of what I think is going on in the Wonder Mutt ‘s head, since she’s probably the most entertaining aspect of my little corner of literary brain vomit anyway.

Master of my domain1


Enjoy the ride.

What’s the next big race you’re training for?  How’s it going?  Are you allowed to sit on the furniture when you look like a walking blob of Jell-O?

Crazy Days

Since the time for creating this little literary piece of genius is extremely limited today, I’m going to blow through this like the tornado my brain looks like.  So hang on.  It might get scary.

My brain.  Constantly.

My brain. Constantly.

Wonder Mutt – I walked in the door yesterday to what sounded like a lion trying to hack up a hairball.  Apparently Lucy thought it would be nice to leave us with a parting gift – aka kennel cough.  Off to the vet we go this afternoon.  On the up side, Lucy did find her furever home and went home with her new humans last night. #Adoptionwin



Brooks Ghost 7s – Cranked out my first three miles in the new dogs last night and may I say they rock?  Okay, thanks.  They ROCK!  Of course mine look much better buried in Beecause Charms bling.  Just sayin’.

Like the wind.  Really.

Like the wind. Really. Blustery.

Running – I am happy to report that the pavement and I have been getting along pretty well lately.  I was actually able to crank out the aformentioned 3 miler with a training PR average mile of 9:12.  May sound like zombie pace to most of you, but for this turtle, it may as well have been Greased Lightning.

"...burning up the quarter mile..."

“…burning up the quarter mile…”

Laser therapy – Since I’m going no holds barred with trying to keep that nasty ITBS from making a reappearance, I’m trying something new.  Twice a week, I get beat up for a few minutes by a massage therapist (aka retired member of the WWF), followed by a few minutes of getting zapped by this thing.

The doctor's name is Jetson.  Honest.  I wouldn't kid you.  Okay, maybe.

The doctor’s name is Jetson. Honest. I wouldn’t kid you. Okay, maybe.

I even get to wear what looks like yellow cataract glasses while I’m getting zapped.  Fashion score to say the least.  I may even try to market them for the fashion conscious runner.  #not

So that’s my brain vomit for the day.  My apologies if it gave you motion sickness.  Just send me your PayPal information and I’ll send you a bottle of Pepto right away.  I’m helpful like that.

Enjoy the ride.

Ever have one of those weeks where it feels like you’re living in the middle of a Disney ride?  How do you keep from going completely insane?