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The Difference a Day Makes

Had I written this yesterday, I would have had a very cheery outlook… but today, I’m feeling disappointed in myself.

Let’s start with why I was feeling cheery. On Monday, I failed to motivate myself to go running. I stopped at the grocery store after work so by the time I got home it was already after 7 and I really prefer to be home from a run before dark (more on that in another post, I promise). Plus, it was absolutely pouring and it was cold. I don’t have any rain gear (besides an umbrella). I just couldn’t convince myself to get out there. But that’s ok, because Tuesday was a much better day.

On Tuesday, I ate a little bit of cheese (because I was craving it) and a banana before I went running. Then I ran over 4 miles straight! (well… I walked when I had to check both ways to cross the street.) I realize that this might seem short to some, but this is the longest that I have ever run uninterrupted  (let’s ignore the crossing the street part please, for my self-esteem’s sake). I was so jazzed! I’m mainly excited because this was the first time that I ever felt that I actually could run 5k. I know it will take work to feel like a natural at it, but this was the start. Had I posted yesterday afternoon, that’s all you would have heard about.

Unfortunately, I ruined the moment by trying to run yesterday. I was getting fired up at work yesterday (angry and frustrated) so when a coworker asked if I wanted to run out to grab lunch with him, I decided to ignore my typical pb&j, and left the building. It felt good to vent and the burrito was delicious.  

When I got home at the end of the day, I had completely forgotten about lunch. I ate my banana and headed out. Yeah…. That burrito made me feel pretty uncomfortable. I only ran 2.25 miles (and I had to walk for .25 miles after the first 1.5 miles of running). I crossed the street to continue my run. However almost a mile into the next set of jogging, I started to worry that I was going to get sick in the woods.

I turned around and started to slowly head home. If I ran with a cell phone, I would have called my boyfriend to ask him to pick me up because I was about .75 miles from home. I didn’t get sick in the woods, and by the time I dejectedly got home, I was actually feeling better.

But my ego was bruised. I couldn’t even finish the whole trail without having to come home! I feel so lazy because of that. And to make matters worse, when my boyfriend made a comment about ordering pizza, I didn’t have the will power to turn it down. The flab on my knees isn’t going anywhere any time soon!

To make matters worse, I noticed yesterday that I have poison ivy covering both of my forearms (and I think there’s a patch starting on my chin, and cheek, and eyebrow…). I won’t be running until it goes away because I don’t want to make it worse.

I’m hoping things look up next week. But at least I can still be proud of having my best run ever this week!


Social and Sunburned

This weekend was all about being social!

Friday night, I convinced my boyfriend (of over 9 years) that we should leave the house and go on a date. Because I’m always busy, running around, filling all my time with tasks and events, I feel that my boyfriend is the most neglected part of my life. He would disagree, but I’m not sure if that’s just because he’s being nice. So we went to dinner and a movie.

Horrible Bosses Poster

Saturday’s main event was a family reunion… but for removed cousins. I’m not very close with anyone on that side of the family. And by that, I mean that I don’t know all of their names/have never met many of them. It was nice to hang out with the few I know though. Plus, I think it made my dad happy that I was there. So all in all, it was successful and worth the effort.

Sunday was a scavenger hunt around Boston that one of my friends created for her birthday. She did a seriously awesome job! There were 118 things to find (bring back, take a picture of, etc). We were scavenging for 4 hours and still weren’t able to find (get to) most of the things. It was a total blast and my team was awesome!

I used this website to calculate where we went: My team walked about 6.5 miles yesterday (not including going into bars and fast food restaraunts, etc… to find stuff!). I know it doesn’t count as a run, but I’m still choosing to look at it as excerise!

The only downside was that I forgot my skin was an obstacle. I’m pale… like P A L E! I’m not the fairest person that you’ll ever meet, but I’m one of the fairest. My last name actually means “fair or pale,” no joke. So of course I got a raging sunburn.

Right now, I’m about 7 or 8 shades of Irish. That’s my sarcastic scale of redness. Level 2 is a general flush, typical of feeling a little warm. Level 4 is a solid blush. Level 6 is a sunburn, but not a bad one. Level 10 is a sunburn so bad that you can’t walk, sit, lay down, have anything touch the burn, etc. I’ve been to a level 10 multiple times in my life, it’s terrible, and has taught me a valuable lesson (always have sunblock!). Sunburns with blisters get their own scale.

My love

I’m still hurting today, but I should be fine by Wednesday. Meaning, I’ll be on my way back to completely white again. I’ve never had a tan before, ever. The closest thing to a tan I’ve ever had is when my freckles are so robust, they blend together. People tell me all the time that a burn can lead into a tan, but that only works if you have enough melanin in your skin, which I apparently don’t have. I’m ok with that (as long as I remember my sunblock).

So that’s what I’m trying to motivate myself through today. I’m planning to go running tonight, but this will be the first time I will have ever run with a sunburn (outside of being a kid and just generally running around and being burned at the same time).

Wish me luck!

Help can be needed, but not always appreciated…

Waking up this morning was quite a struggle.

Last night, I had dinner at my parents’ house and then my dad and I went out to see Harry Potter.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 Poster

Afterwards, I went back and had dessert: (red velvet cheesecake)

(what was I saying about not even losing half a pound?)

Plus, I was chatting with my dad… let’s just say that I stayed way too late. I didn’t leave until midnight, it took me about an hour to get home, and then like a crazy person, I decided to stay up and read a book for awhile.

I did not want to get up today.

Lucky for me, I had some help! Miss Molly Mayhem was sick of listening to my alarm go off.

To help wake me up, she started throwing things off of my dresser. It certainly did the trick.

(Pictured here in a cape she made for herself out of a brown paper bag)

But, by the time I was done brushing my teeth (read: 5 minutes later), she had curled back up in her little cat bed in my room.

(Pictured here on a different day, but that's the bed. She looked much cuter this morning, as she was lounging more)

This may sound crazy… but I’m pretty sure she was rubbing it in my face.

Not Really a Runner

Last night, I went for a run. Saturday was my last class for the school year (woo! summer break!), so I made an agreement with myself that I could take 2 days to rest, and then I had to be active again.  I strongly believe that Newton’s law “an object in motion will remain in motion, and an object at rest will remain at rest” also applies to people.




So I let myself rebound from classes by spending lots of time on the couch watching tv and reading books, but now it was time to get up before I became addicted to Netflix’s streaming videos. So I went for a run! Now, please know that I am not a runner, I simply go for runs. What’s the difference, you ask?



Struggling Runner


I try to stay fit, but I’m not athletic at all. In high school, I stayed fit by dancing, but again I wasn’t “a dancer.” I had no rhythm, I looked awkward, etc (picture the above, only with a leotard). Now, I feel too old to look awkward doing ballet, so I run. Here’s the problem: I know nothing about running. For example, why am I the only person running around the neighborhood with a bottle of water? But I like it. I even like the bottle of water because 1) I like the hydration and 2) it’s a makeshift little weight. Even though it’s stupid hot and humid outside, I’m actually happy running out there. I have never before been someone who runs outdoors in the summer. However, I am lucky enough to live one block away from the Charles River Walking Path. It’s so beautiful! I know that when I move someday, that will be what I miss most about the area. I’ll try to take pictures next time to show you how awesome it is. (Although if you live near a river with some trees, you probably already understand. But I love the feel when everything around it is city.)

So the view is definitely motivating me to get out there.  Have I been motivated by weight loss? No. I’ve only gone out once or twice per week in the past month (so that’s about 7 or 8 times so far). I haven’t even lost half a pound yet. That may also have something to do with the fact that I’ve had at least 7 or 8 or these in the last month:


I’ve never been a very competitive person socially, but I really like competing with myself. So everyday I get out there, I try to push myself to run just a little bit farther. So far, in terms of results, I feel a little less old (stiff) when I come inside, and I think I look a little “less bad” while running… I’m not looking like a runner yet, but I don’t think everyone I run past is worried that I’ll faint on them anymore.

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So to recap, my motivation to get outside:

1) Avoid addiction to Netflix    

2) Enjoy the scenery

3) Beat what I could do yesterday

And… really… I’d like for my knees to be a little less flabby.

Those are my reasons for getting out there. What gets you going? Do you have any advice for a beginning runner… correction: someone who is just starting to run?

My Calendar Was Overwhlemed…

What motivated me to get out of bed this morning? I had about 7 hours of training classes to lead today at work.

What made me want to stay in bed this morning? Those 7 hours of training classes!

Yes, I got out of bed. But why was I nervous? I’m not nervous about public speaking; in fact, I’m working towards becoming a college professor someday. These classes (5 classes in all) were the wrap up to a week of training. They were just an informal Q & A. I couldn’t prepare, I couldn’t move us in a direction. I was at the whim of the group and I had to really know my stuff! Or they would see my weaknesses.

Of course I got out of bed and went to work. Why?

1) Because I hate letting people down

2) I would have to run the classes eventually

3) I would have been mad at myself for not fulfilling an obligation (and using a paid sick day for no good reason!)

I went to work and the trainings were just fine (even if I missed my desk). 

Was it an exhausting, meeting-filled day?

Did my attendance remind people that I’m a helpful, information-filled coworker who should remain employed?

How do you deal with days that are swamped with meetings or where your day does not belong to you?


I have always been amazed by the energy level of one of my friends. She has a full time job, a part time job, and 2 kids. When she gets home from her day job, she makes her kids dinner, puts them to bed, and then goes into her home office to work on her part time job – a home party plan (like tupperware parties… but that’s not what we sell), which is how we know each other.

Whenever I’m at home, all I want to do is sit on the couch and zone out. I have always considered her to be a superwoman because it seems that she can just keep going.

Recently, I took a look at my life and realized why I just want to zone out and be lazy when I’m at home: I’m almost never there! I have a full time job, a part time job, and I’m a full time grad student. I degrade myself when I say that by adding “but being a full time grad student only means two classes.” I mean this as opposed to being a full time undergrad, which was 5 classes where I went.

First, I need to stop degrading myself and acknowledge that I’m still out of the house until 10:30 or 11 pm a minimum of two nights per week (4 nights when I was taking a directing class) for school. Plus, I often have the stress of homework. And I’m typically losing out on sleep.

Second, I realized that I’m also a really busy person and it’s ok to zone out during the limited time that I’m home.

I find my life is constantly a battle to motivate myself: get myself out of bed, get myself to class or to my 2nd job, or in the off chance I have free time, to motivate myself to excersize. I also want to be as social as possible and see friends. Life is busy! But all in all, I love my life; these things are what keep me going.

This blog will not be about me trying to motivate you. This blog will be about me trying to motivate me.  I invite you to join me on that journey. Please feel free to laugh with me at the little things that keep me going. Please share with me what keeps you going.

Who can’t use a little pick-me-up occassionally, right?

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