12.31.02 - Washington Resolution Run
01.19.03 - San Diego Marathon
07.13.03 - Tri For Real #2
10.23.05 - Nike Women's Half Marathon
11.23.06 - Sparks Turkey Trot
05.05.07 - Marathon de Mayo (Half)
05.13.07 - Moms on the Run
10.??.07 - Nike Women's Half Marathon
05.10.08 - Moms on the Run
06.21.09 - Pleasanton Spirit 5K
07.29.09 - San Francisco Half Marathon
10.04.09 - SJ Rock 'N Roll Half Marathon
10.18.09 - Nike Women's Half Marathon
11.01.09 - New York Marathon
11.26.09 - Spark's Turkey Trot 10K
02.20.10 - Bay Breeze Half Marathon
03.14.10 - Shamrock 'N Half Marathon
03.21.10 - LA Marathon
03.27.10 - Scheel's Fanatic 5K
04.25.10 - Marin County Half Marathon
05.02.10 - Reno Rock 'N River Half Marathon
06.05.10 - See Jane Run Half Marathon
07.25.10 - San Francisco Half Marathon
09.05.10 - Pier to Peak Half Marathon
10.10.10 - Chicago Marathon
10.30.10 - Healdsburg Half Marathon
11.07.10 - U.S. Half Marathon
11.25.10 - Scheels Turkey Trot 10K
02.06.11 - Surf City Half Marathon
03.13.11 - Dublin Shamrock 5K
04.18.11 - Boston Marathon
05.01.11 - Big Sur Marathon
06.11.11 - Lake Tahoe Relay
07.31.11 - San Francisco Half Marathon
09.11.11 - Walnut Festival Run 5K
09.18.11 - NorCal Half Marathon
11.24.11 - Scheels Turkey Trot
12.03.11 - Las Vegas Santa Suit 5K
12.04.11 - Las Vegas Half Marathon
03.11.12 - South Bay Duathlon
03.25.12 - Oakland Half Marathon
05.20.12 - Morgan Hill Sprint Triathlon
06.24.12 - Silicon Valley Intl. Triathlon
07.15.12 - Ironman 70.3 Vineman Triathlon
03.09.13 - Lucky 13 Half Marathon
04.28.13 - Eugene Half Marathon
05.11.13 - Folsom International Triathlon
5k:19:17 @ Dublin Shamrock 5k 2011
10k: 41:01 @ Scheel's Turkey Trot 2010
Half:1:30:07 @ Oakland Half 2012
Full: 3:31:44 @ Boston Marathon 2011
70.3: 5:20:07 @ Vineman 2012
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After I got injured, I knew I was going to train again and achieve my Ironman dream. However, signing up for another Ironman, let alone one that was sold out and I had to buy a foundation spot for, meant that I had to watch my budget closely and I wouldn’t be able to sign up for multiple races leading up to IMCDA. Thus, I knew I wanted to do at least one triathlon before my A race, but it had to be cheap and close.
Enter the 2nd Annual Folsom International Triathlon: 1.5K swim, 40K bike, 10k run
I registered, I told my family about it, I told my coach about it so he could work it into my schedule, and that was about all the thought that went into it. Even during the week leading up to the race, I was simply considering it as a good Saturday brick workout, i.e. I didn’t look at the course, the details, nada.
Friday night I packed my stuff, we woke up and Chicken Face drove the two hours to Folsom, where some of my favorite people in the world would be as well:
I didn’t expect my mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law and my nephew all to come! Definitely the best part of the day <3
So where were we, oh ya, this whole triathlon thing. My goal was to get re-acquainted to the race day atmosphere, open water swimming, transition practice, and try and push it if I could. But given that I had run my first 20 mile long run two days prior, by legs were heavy and tired; I was anxious to see what would happen.
The start was pretty seamless as it was a small race. Race-day check-in, no line at the port-a-potties, body marking, and transition set-up — easy shmeezy. I also wore my SOAS race kit that I bought last year and raced in it for the first time. It was AMAZING. Zero complaints here (I’ll do a full review on the kit soon!).
But then I looked out and realized that the swim start was waaaaaay out there. Apparently, the water levels were down this year and the swim start was a solid 800 meters (or it least it felt like it) down uneven dirt and rocks. What does this mean? That post-swim we would have to run up it to the bikes for T1…and there was no man-made path. I know, first world problem, but definitely not ideal.
We made our way down to the start where I got in the water, did my drills and got a mini swim warm-up in. You couldn’t see crap in the water, but I’m used to it now, and the temps were perfect. It was exactly what the doctor order.
Soon it was time for the wave beach start. My age group was fairly small, so we all chatted and then ran when the gun went off. The water was so shallow that I ended up running further than most as I’m sure my slow swim wouldn’t have been any faster than me trying to run through the water.
I dove in and just began to sight and swim. NO ANXIETY. I somehow found myself swimming solo. The fast people were far ahead of me and I was just ahead of the back pack. No one to draft off of, just me making my way around the buoys.
I simply found my swim zone and counted down the buoys as a way to break the swim up. Next thing you know, I’m at the finish, ripping off my cap, running up the dirt path and making deals with the devil as I beg to not roll my ankle on the rocks.
Swim Finish: 1.5K — 27:18 — 1:40/100 yard
Transition was quick, well, except for the fact that I put on socks (hello, blister!) and I don’t have Yankz on my shoes. The bike wasn’t difficult per se, but rather it felt like roller after roller after roller…with a big roller/baby climb near the end. It was enough to keep you on your gears and feeling the difference — my legs definitely were. No spring chickens here.
The only part I can really complain about was as we neared the finish of the bike, there was a volunteer telling us to slow down and be careful as there was a 75 ft. gravel path we had to ride on to get to the road. WTF?! I felt like I was taking my tri bike mountain biking — NOT COOL! Please find a different route as this made me come to almost a complete stop for 75 feet, not only loosing all speed but any momentum.
Bike Finish: 40K — 1:24:40 — 17.6/mph
Oh silly Page, you didn’t bring your trail shoes. But how would I have known? The site said “challenging” run, but that was it. They failed to mention that it was 6.1 miles of mostly single track trail that would go UP and DOWN, UP and DOWN, UP and DOWN, in the blazing heat.
People were dropping like flies and were either verbally huffing, puffing and cursing, or just plain walking. I did not expect this AT ALL. But perhaps I have myself to blame as I didn’t do my homework. Regardless, this course was tough, but it’s intensity was multiplied by the relentless heat. My legs were heavy and I decided that my goal would be to just stay steady. Don’t over exert as it would just burn me out.
I kept it slow, I kept it focused, I dumped water on myself at almost every aid station, and I even had to walk twice up to steep climbs and down a few so that I wouldn’t fall or hurt my ankle (I really wish they told us to bring trail shoes).
The great thing about this course is that all of the athletes were in it together, telling each other “good work,” or venting together about the heat. Occasionally there would be a view that was so gorgeous it would distract you for all of eight seconds, but then it was back to the trails and the heat.
I saw my sister, nephew and brother-in-law on the final stretch in, and she shouted, “You’re third!” I coud see Chicken Face and my parents at the finish and was so happy to be done. I was not expecting such a challenging course today.
Run: 10k — 54:12 — 8:43
My body was feeling the result of the training and such a challenging triathlon, but the good news about small races is this:
(The race site doesn’t have detailed results up yet…hoping for those soon)
Yaaaaaaay third in my age group. The woman who got first in my age group also got first overall and set a new course record (2:18:15 — damn!). I even hear one of the top female finishers say that this race was, “Like a mini Wildflower, but on actual trails.”
What I am excited about is to see the volume that my body can now handle. Never before would I have been able to run 20 miles, have a crazy intense Friday, then an international triathlon, followed by 3,000 OW yards and a 100 mile bike ride on Sunday. During Ironman training, endurance is the name of the game and I’m so grateful that my body if letting me do this.
Now on to the next week of peak training.
When it rains, it pours. But I’m totally in love with the downpour that is life right now.
Alongside with a few personal things that have been pushing me, challenging me and making see things a new perspective, training has been doing just the same. Week 15 was light leading up to the Eugene half marathon and week 16 was lighter in the beginning allowing for a little recovery, followed by a new level of challenge that I haven’t felt in a while. We’re getting close folks…
Mon., 4/22: Swim
Tues., 4/23: Yoga & Run
Pretty standard, except the run was an interval run on the treadmill which I haven’t done in a while. And yes, if we are on a treadmill next to each other, we are racing. Guilty as charged.
Wed., 4/24: Indoor Ride & Transition Run
Thurs., 4/25: Indoor Ride & Swim
Another ridiculous swimming selfie. Note the new TYR tri top I got from Left Lane!
Fri., 4/26: Run
Both Friday and Saturday were short runs with a series of pick-ups (short bursts of speed to wake the body and lungs up. These are my coach’s pre-race workouts of choice:
35′ Run @ Zone 2 with 6 x 30″ LVL8 (Zone 5a) Pick Ups (1′ Easy RI) in the middle of this run.
Sat., 4/27: Run
Shakeout run with the blogger mania that was at Eugene. So many nice runner babes that I creep but now say that I have officially met in person.
Sun., 4/28: Race Day!
13.1 miles through the city of Eugene ending on Hayward field. You can check out the entire race recap here.
I closed out week 15 with:
9 hours and 14 minutes of training:
7,000 yards swimming
36.75 miles cycling
29 miles running
45 minutes yoga
Mon., 4/29: Rest Day & Travel Home
You’d think that because Eugene is on the west coast, it would be easy to fly in and out of. Not so. I spent the morning at a cafe then the rest of the day traveling home. When are we getting those super bullet trains in America?!
Tues., 4/30: Swim
The final miles of the race were chock-full of rollers, leaving my quads a bit chewed up. I opted to skip the run and solely swim at Club Sport. Nothing one more day of rest couldn’t solve.
Wed., 5/1: Ride & Transition Run
Standard stuff here, folks.
Thurs., 5/2: Indoor Ride & Swim
The sun was out in full force and so were all the pool newbies. What are you all doing in the pool?!?! Come when it’s freezing outside and then we’re cool. But for now, you and your itty-bitty-bikini are taking up precious lanes and I really would rather not circle swim around you. Harumph.
Fri., 5/3: Rest
Working in the city meant an impromptu rest day. Does shooting hoops at the Adobe basketball court count as cross training? (Yes, I know I’m not even close.)
Sat., 5/4: Long Ride & Transition Run
Heeeey-yo 90 miles in 90 degree heat, including climbing both Mt. Diablo and Morgan Territory. But here’s the crazy thing: I actually ate and drank enough this ride and felt pretty good. Or maybe it was my secret weapon…
Pringles might be the cycling fountain of youth on a hot day. Just trust me on this one.
What’s that? You mean you don’t take your bike through CVS to get more food too?
Sun., 5/5: Open Water Swim & Run
“Where you going?”
“Yup. See you at 1.”
3,000 open water yards with no anxiety (hurrah!) followed by the longest run that I have done in a loooong time: 18 miles. I didn’t get any great mileage in last season because of my knee injury and knowing that I could do this was a huge mental boost. However, running 18 miles as a season PDR, after a 90 mile ride and a 3,000 yard swim, plus forgetting my fuel in the car left me struggling. By the time I finished, you could pull the fork out of my back because I was D-O-N-E.
I closed out week 16 with:
13 hours and 15 minutes of training:
8,828 yards swimming
117.4 miles cycling
23 miles running
So I have to admit, I feel completely ridiculous taking so many selfies. But I train by myself 90% of the time and I’d feel like I wouldn’t have anything to post without them. So tell me A) Nah, it’s cool, keep the selfies coming, or B) Cool it with the selfies girlfriend.
I feel like a ridiculous Sex & The City episode right now.
I’m currently sitting in the corner of a cafe in Eugene right now reminiscing about the weekend that was and trying to find the right thing to say. There’s a fire next to me, vegan pastries and green tea in my belly and I am literally peering out the window as rain lightly drizzles over all of Eugene. The ridiculousness of my statement above is even making me gag, but I can’t help it: it was a an amazing weekend!
Let’s start by saying sometimes I wonder why I blog. I talk about myself far too much and I take painfully embarrassing selfies. But then I remember about all of the people I meet because of it and then I’m back at it. This weekend was an example of just that.
Over the past year, I started chatting with Nicole over the Interwebz as we were both training for an Ironman. We had met once IRL when she was in SF for a wedding and in that one meeting, we had decided that we should do a girl’s trip to Eugene. Through Nicole, I started following her friend Asia’s blog and that is how team NAP was born. Thus, I met Nicole for the second time and Asia for the first time ever in Eugene. Who’s ready for a four day weekend with strangers from the Internet?! (Don’t worry mom, I checked ‘em out beforehand to make sure they weren’t crazy.)
Our adventures in Eugene began with a questionable motel in (what we would later learn) a questionable part of town. This includes lovely citizens shouting, “I’m DRUNK, but I’m not high…” to her mom at 5 a.m. (we later learned that the mom had just picked up her little angle from jail that morning), an apartment complex that I’m sure was a meth house and other such gems. However, I will say that the motel was clean for what it was and was quite close to other popular restaurants in the area. You win some, you lose some I suppose.
I’ll spare you every detail, but I will say that Eugene is full of veggie and vegan friendly food (to clarify, no, I’m not vegan. But I can’t do dairy…more on that another day). Nicole, Asia and I all had similar and adventurous food preferences so we sought out different restaurants, of which, almost all of them proved to be amazing.
Our favorite: Laughing Planet.
The worst: Cornbread Cafe.
Awesome breakfast: Morning Glory.
Amazing pastries and homemade breads: Hideaway Bakery.
Vegan pizza that worried us but ended up being drool-worthy: Pizza Research Institute.
A good brewery with great outdoor space and only $4 pints: Ninkasi Brewery.
Outside of eating, we ate some more. But then again, that’s one of my favorite things to do while traveling: explore new restaurants to get a taste of the city and Eugene is definitely a city open to strange diets. Asking for dairy-free in California or Nevada still leaves people with question marks across their face. Eugene? It’s almost expected.
But I digress. After our first round of beering and fueling, we made our way to Hayward Field. I knew that Hayward Field was famous for having some of the fastest runners in the world run here, it being the home of the Olympic Trials, and was where the half/full marathon finished. But the idiot in me didn’t realize that Hayward Field is solely a track field. None of this “football in the center” crap with an all-weather track around it. Nope, it’s purely dedicated to all things track and field. Now that’s what I’m talking about!
The next morning, we made our way to meet a gaggle of runners/bloggers/tweeters for a shake-out run on Pre’s trail. Running on that trail finally gave me some understanding why people love Eugene as my super awesome view from our hotel and surrounding area left me quite confused. We soon made our way to brunch, lolly-gagging around Eugene for a bit and the expo, where we met many more new running/blogger/tweeter friends.
I’ll save the Eugene Half Marathon Race Recap for the next blog post as I felt this weekend with strangers earned it’s own post. Meeting people you’ve been chatting with over the past year, like Holly, from the Internet isn’t all that bad. Eugene, I thank you for that.
Some strange guy just sat down next to me because I’m sitting next to an outlet and is trying to talk to me. Maybe this is my cue to sign off.
Prior my ankle fiasco, I signed up for the Eugene Marathon with hopes that it would be a big comeback marathon and I would smash a very dated marathon PR. But it turns out that the world had other plans for me, threw an injury my way and I was back at Ironman training.
With some very critical Ironman training weekends ahead, my coach and I made the decision to drop to the half marathon at Eugene. I was ok with this, but also asked my coach if I couldn’t do the full, then could we train for a PR in the half? He then reminded me that training for sub-1:30 is much, much different than training for an Ironman and we must focus on the main goal: IMCDA. My little competitive heart broke.
Thus, it pains me to think that I went from a full, to a half, to now a half that I’ve been given strict instructions to just use as a training run and to NOT race it. If I do aim for the sub-1:30, the recovery time would eat right into critical training I have the following weeks.
But on the other hand, my first-world problem isn’t that bad. I get to go on a great girl’s weekend with Nicole and Asia, cheer them on as they aim to BQ, meet new people, and just relax and enjoy myself.
So with that, I’m off to Eugene this morning. Let me know if you’re going to be there so I can say hi!
I’m not sure how I can put into words what to feel right now. Sadness, anger, disgust, disbelief, the list goes on. I can’t help but to feel complete confusion and ask why, over and over again.
I wasn’t there and thankfully my friends are safe, but I just need to get it out there. I feel like this was an attack on my own family, because this entire running community is my family. It’s your family. It’s our family. And this is completely senseless and gut wrenching, but we will not let it hold us down.
The Boston Marathon holds a special place in my heart, as do all of you, and I can’t imagine all of that being taken away. So with that, just a note to say I love our running community, please be safe, and my prayers are with everyone in Boston.
Tomorrow, hug a runner. Then your mom. Then your dog. Then the person next to you. Then go for a run. And then read this.
This week was ripe with lingering injury pain, mini bouts of strength, yoga and massage, quality time with the treadmill, challenging hills and a day when you are reminded just how much you love being on two wheels. This is week 11.
Photo courtesy of Coach Paul, five second before my precious last piece of PB&J fell to the ground and I had to make a very serious decision. I ate it.
Mon., 3/25: Strength
Oversleeping = moving your schedule around and just getting in a quick strength training session. The highlight? A Monday evening “hurts so good” sports therapy massage at my chiropractor.
Tues., 3/26: Swim & Hill Repeats
The swims are getting longer and so are the hill repeats. The hill repeats were challenging, but not as much as the foot pain I got at the end of the last repeat. Cue the nerves.
Wed., 3/27: Ride & Swim
Paying close attention to my foot pain, I changed my indoor ride and transition run to a longer indoor ride. Later that night, more time in the water.
Thurs., 3/28: Ride
Another indoor ride. Nice and sweaty, trying to focus on my petal stoke (think oval, not circle).
Fri., 3/29: Long Run
Guilty confession: I’m afraid of running solo in the dark. I will do it only if I know that the majority of my run will be in the light, rather than the other way around. I’ve tried to conquer these fears, but it’s not the night that I’m afraid of, it’s just plain runner safety. If I was with anyone else, it’s not a problem. Just solo running in the pitch black seems unsafe and something I don’t want to risk if I don’t have to.
Thus, with 15 morning miles on tap, I did the unthinkable: I ran 15 treadmill miles. I used to do long runs on the treadmill when I was commuting to my old job, but since then, I have done that sort of mileage on the dreadmill. Thankfully, the ClubSport treadmills all have personal TVs, I had my podcasts, my fuel, and of course, Matt Lauer soon kept me company.
Sat., 3/30: Long Ride
Every so often, you are reminded why you do all of this. This moment came again on Saturday.
75 miles through Morgan Territory, Diablo and beyond, where we climbed for what seemed like an eternity – over 7,700+ in total elevation gain for the day! There were points on the Morgan Territory climb that I thought my bike would actually fall over it was so steep, and the VIEWS, oh the views! I was tempted to stop and take photos, but then I’d have to figure out how to start climbing again and that wouldn’t be a pretty picture.
I heeded Coach Paul’s advice and really focused on getting in the right gear to keep my legs spinning to preserve them, and would you look at that, it worked! I rode for the majority of the ride by myself, just breathing and smiling so hard you could probably hear it. It was challenging, humbling and motivating all at the same time.
I love you cycling.
Oh, and I love you new sushi place that we just found. Thanks for filling my calorie defecit.
Sun., 3/31: Ride with Chicken Face
To top off my cycling high on Saturday, I woke up on Easter morning and made Chicken Face and I breakfast: orange vegan cinnamon rolls (SO, SO GOOD!) and spicy veggie scramble. It was heaven in my mouth.
Just when I thought the morning couldn’t get any better, Chicken Face asked if I wanted to go on a ride. Of course I said YES and we went on our first-ever ride together. 21.5 happy miles for his first “real” ride. I shared a few tips (weight back on the downhill, grip the horns, this is how you signal for debris) and it made my heart wanted to explode! He’s a natural already!
I closed out week 11 with:
13 hours and 33 minutes of training:
5,800 yards swimming
125.43 miles cycling
19.69 miles running
30 minutes strength
15 minutes yoga
While little injuries started to act up again this week, the weekend left me the happiest that I’ve been in a while. There’s nothing quite like finding the joy in what you love again, then sharing it with those you love.
Happy Easter and Happy Running!
With Chicken Face finishing his latest quarter of school, I’ve been taking some extra time to relax with him this week and catch-up on movies that we’ve wanted to see for a while (Note: I highly recommend Argo; Zero Dark Thirty is also worth your time).
(1) Spanish style Spicy Turkey Burgers
(2) Perfectly sweet, yet not fried, Sweet & Sour Chicken
(3) Easy, yet not too many crazy ingredients, Chicken Pad Thai
(4) The “I’m so frickin’ proud of myself for making these” Vegan Veggie Burgers
Also, thank you for all the love on Pinterest! I wanted to share that I used to have one giant board for all my recipes, but have reorganized them all by meal. Hopefully that makes life a little easier.
Happy Eating & Running!
Are you one of hundreds, if not thousands of bloggers who are fretting the loss of their beloved Google Reader? Indeed it is a shame and a decision I strongly question, but dry those tears fellow social-media addict, a solution exists. Enter: BlogLovin.
I haven’t explored too many other options because they all look like they are straight out of 1998 and need a screeching dial-up to go with it. BlogLovin is the antithesis of said monstrosity: clear, easy to use and it’s not too bad on the ol’ eyeballs. Even better: importing your Google Reader feed only takes two steps and I thought I’d show you how.
Step 1: After you’ve signed up for BlogLovin, simply hover about your name and click “settings.”
Step 2: Scroll to the bottom and click “Import Blogs.”
Wham, bam, presto! Your Google Reader blogs are now in BlogLovin. Want bonus points? You can follow Twenty-Six and Then Some on BlogLovin right here.
Phew — now that we’ve adverted that crisis. Here’s a look at the biggest week thus far, which also happened to be a recovery week, how did that happen?
Mon., 3/11: Swim
What’s that?! You swam again at Club Sport Pleasanton? In a pool? With water?! I’m as shocked as you are by this revelation. Let’s take a moment to let it all soak in.
Tues., 3/12: Ride/Run & Strength
A short little ride on the trainer followed by a transition run where my legs and bottom of my injured foot felt like death. This was one of those days that you just do it despite what your brain is telling you.
Wed., 3/13: Run
What was supposed to be a timed trial turned into “just finish the damn five miles.” My legs were in a state of shock after the prior week’s half marathon. After more than 3+ months of not running anything close to what I did at that race, but legs just needed some active TLC.
Thurs., 3/14: Ride & Swim
Getting’ sweaty on the trainer followed by a confidence boosting Club Sport swim (finally)!
Fri., 3/15: Yoga & Threshold Testing
This is Paul, my coach. Don’t let his endearing little smile fool you.
On Friday night he hooked me up and put me through the cycling ringer. In return, I left perma-sweat marks all over his garage floor. You’re welcome, Paul.
This testing was to determine my heart rate training zones and to analyze my fitness progressions (you can see round one from last year here). The zones are the same but the good news is that my fitness and associated heart rate has improved (even with the injury time off). I’ll take it.
Sat., 3/16: Double Brick
30 mile ride, 30 minute run, 20 mile ride, 20 minute run… all with my new favorite cycling partner by my side: Cate! We rode, we climbed, I cursed, we rejoiced in the wicked-fast downhills while gripping our brakes and fearing for our life. It was Saturday at its finest. So fine, in fact, that this was the best shot of the day…sexy.
Sun., 3/17: Long Run
Sunday was 10 miles through my neighborhood where the hills were green and the weather was simply perfect.
I closed out week 9 with:
11 hours and 29 minutes of training:
5,100 yards swimming
82 miles cycling
23 miles running
30 minutes strength
30 minutes yoga
Tell me, how do you read blogs and how will you read them now?
If I could take running on a steamy Valentine’s Day date, I would. I’ve been courting him for years and I think it’s time I finally get lucky.
We were introduced by friends at high school track, but truth be told, I didn’t really care for him at first. He was the cool kid. You know, the one that all of your friends doted over as he had that John Travolta, plain white tee with rolled up sleeves, Grease suaveness about him. Sure I had chills, but they weren’t immediately multiplying.
When we met, I was shy and had zero experience. I mean, my dad always told me that it takes at least two years to really know a guy and I had been fairly brainwashed about teenage boys and their hormones. Enter awkward gait and arm position.
So there we were, pushed together by fate and one of us had to make the move, or I literally wouldn’t be going anywhere. With a push from my friends, I ended up in a place I shouldn’t have been. A dangerous place that is for experienced folks, maybe even the seniors.
Sprinting and hurdles.
What?! How did I get here? He was moving way too fast for me. That’s almost third base — I am a lady and should be treated like one!
Being young and naïve, I got duped into the hurdles and sprinting because all of my friends were doing it. Oh young Page, haven’t you learned? Wasn’t this the type of peer pressure that they warned you about? Do you know what kind of diseases you could have gotten? Tendonitis Sprained ankles! Ligament tears! I can’t even continue on… What I should have done was listen to my dad, stood up for myself and declared, “Sorry, but I’m not that kind of girl.” What was I doing messing around with such a boy?
It took me two years to finally realize that I was approaching this relationship all wrong and what I really wanted. I was the girl who looked forward to our Friday dates more than anything. We weren’t doing 400 meter repeats and pushing out of the blocks. It was where we’d go long and we’d best of friends. Where we’d reach a new state of euphoria fueled by hormones, ehem, endorphins. Where I’d find my knight in shining armor. That’s all a 16-year-old girl really wants after all, isn’t it?
Once I was true to myself and had an honest conversation about where I wanted this relationship to go is when it happened: we fell in l-o-v-e and I haven’t looked back. We keep each other honest, accountable, entertained and in respectable shape. We made memories and continue to do so to this day.
If I can promise you one thing it’s this: this high school sweetheart relationship and I…we’re going to work out. No pun intended.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
(Don’t worry Chicken Face, I love you more!)
I’m going to go ahead and admit it: I’m addicted to Pinterest. I eat it up. All of it. Every ridiculous pin is an opportunity to try something new and in the process, I’ve found a few gems along the way.
Not only am I eating my way through Pinterest, those motivational quote pins that show up everywhere are my secret little weapon. It’s cheesy, but I love them. Enter: entire “Get Inspired” board.
These inspirational little sayings have been just what I need over the past three months. Who knew a social platform could motivate you through an injury (I’m apparently drinking the KoolAid)?! Couple the inspirational posts with my latest obsession of all things “chalk” (just look at my sister’s baby shower) and I’m going to get crafty DAMMIT.
I stumbled upon a framed chalkboard for $12 at TJ Maxx and I couldn’t pass it up — this would be my inspirational quote board! I hung my affordable little find in the kitchen and plan on updating it with whatever quote strikes my fancy.
I can’t totally take the credit for these; I found the look and feel on Pinterest and just copied it. But I am madly in love with this interchangeable piece for the kitchen/living room and that’s just what Pinterest is for: inspiration.
Oh, and if you’re wondering how to get the chalk to actually show up vibrantly, here’s my little secret: chalk markers! Don’t even think about using actual chalk. It won’t work. I recommend investing in the full set as the colors are vibrant, yet pearly. A perfect set for indoor decor (…like I know what I’m talking about when it comes to interior design).
What are your favorite inspirational quotes?