Me: One of my friends just broke up with his girlfriend, so I’m spending the night drinking with him
Him: So are you guys in a thing? Or were you guys?
Me: Uh what does that mean nahhh *spastic moment*
Filed under: #uhh #timetorunaway #avoidandabort
Just finished moving on my own for the third time in six months. Four sets of keys. 4:23 am.
Going to miss: amazing parking all the time, being so close to 85 + other things, no traffic on the commute.
So excited for: 3.7 miles from the beach. Beach runs, being near a ton of things, drunk adventures, beddd, decorating.
“You’re pretty cool to hang out with” chest in a vise.
Def over my texting limit right now.
Blew my wallet at Bed Bath & Beyond. Goddamn.
Moving to a 10-cent bag city. Time to find reusable bags…
“Hey gorgeous”, dark lipstick, mattress help, exploring, dirty conversations and uptucks and rolling around, laughing. Weirdest, best, unique relationship. Being so so thankful for some of the people in my life.
The current tally is 7 maybe. K: “Holy hell”
Hiking at 9 on Thanksgiving. Read: flat adorb walk. Waking up at 7 am on a holiday: that happened. More hiking this weekend.
Going to my friend E’s for thanksgiving. Cutest fam and dog and just the coolest TG dinner I’ve had the honor of being invited to/attending. Reminder to self when being hermit-like.
My hair magically does the shiny straight thing because it’s so long. Going to miss that but chopping off four inches.
Moving in tomorrow! As in, it never ends.
This is so late, but “Hitting the Fan” = one of the best Good Wife episodes ever. (recap here)
Just bought dark purple lipstick. Obsessed with it because now I can really be a vampire.
Cold War Kids was, of course, incredibly amazing.
Had cutie brunch with one of my favorites. Who is moving across the world in a few months WHAT.
Went to three beer-drinking engagements yesterday. Without dinner.
Surprisingly was perfectly fine, despite no food.
Drove to Orange, Huntington Beach, Westminster and back yesterday. What.
Went to a pseudo date and managed to pay before this dude had a chance to.
Went on an actual date that was actually better than I expected.
As I was walking in and saw the second kid sitting down, thought “What have I gotten myself into I don’t know what I’m doing I immediately regret this decision”
Got slightly crazy sounding texts from another kid. (uhhhhh)
Watched so much football this week. Bruinsssss!
Having dance parties to Shy Girls. In love.
On the drive up: coming up with a huge series of dares, aka the best game ever. The more dares (guys) accomplished, the more points you win. Goal: get our aliases and numbers in as many dudes’ phones as possible. But not our phone numbers…our friend’s boyf’s number, uh unbeknownst to poor wonderful him. So yeah, we all know his digits by heart now.
Getting in at 1 am and going out by 1:30. Pompeii and Gavin DeGraw. Plans for the sunrise. Tequila. Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes. Dance parties and dirty rap/hip hop. French dudes and tall kids. Now in someone’s phone as “the amazing girl you have to meet” HA. Masquerade masks and costumes. Avicii’s “Wake Me Up.” Secret delicious deep dish pizza. Arguments about white privilege and racial stereotypes. “You drunk told him.” Let’s hope so. Dinosaur dances. Up until 5:30 am. On one (this is for D). Texting via S and Insta friends. Room service. Fat Tuesdays and knocked out dude sleeping at the slot machines. Dumbledoring. Round two. Sparkly dresses and long beachy waves. K and me: so much love. Chasing with sour patch kids. “You look yum.” Earl of Sandwich. Biceps. Cute dude: “Why do you have bandaids on your toes?” Replying, “Because I just ran a half marathon and when you run too much, your toes fall off.” Immediately, eyes widening and laughter erupting, "That was TMI" and he responds “No, no not at all” and actually meant it. Chilled Patron and wicked expressions. Making fun of the Dallas Cowboys (come on). Barefoot, making out in a crowded bar on tippy toes. “Positive vibes.” Texts from curious individuals. It’s only 1:20 y’all. Photos on photos. So much love for these people.
I won the game. But Vegas wins always.
Douche in the line behind me: “It’s 4 am, why you tryin to give me a hard time?”
Me: “Isn’t that the perfect time?”
You can go f**** yourself in a hole. May or may not have told him those exact words and almost started a fight.
Six miles. Not the longest and it was treadmill, but def a high five-worthy, endorphin success in a week like this. Eeeee!!
Best gym day. I am attached to my gym, and totally going to admit it.
The most ridiculous infectious pop shiz is my new running jam. May have blasted it on the way home with the windows down. Yup, sorry for ruining the airspace with this.
Unabashedly ate dinner at 11 pm. Mac and cheese and deliciousness.
Being an adult is overrated (see last point)
Gaining muscles I didn’t even realize were there.
So much to do tomorrow but not thinking about it tonight.
So many apologies that this has become a repository of random meandering bullet posts. That are mostly or almost exclusively about running. (There are actual important things I want to write about too! Promise!)
About 20 days left. Already thinking about SF.
“If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I would make you let me eat you out.” Oh last weekend…
Someone asked me why I wanted to do this job. Part of it is that I get to tell people’s stories. And people let me into their lives and trust me to do that. At least, that is part of the goal.
- The gym made me feel infinitely better. No one was there and cute staff boy showed me how to use intense cable thingz.
- Angela as I was leaving for the gym: “Don’t yarf teddy grahams everywhere when you’re running” words of wisdom.
- Went to the emergency room at 9:50 pm after the longest day yesterday. PA upon hearing my age: “Oh! You’re a puppy. You’ll be fine.”
- I took an alarming amount of ibuprofen today. Whatever the nurse said it was fine. Ouches.
- Not pumped for grown-up conversations I have to have tomorrow.
- So grateful for my dad for being there, helping me and completely being on my side.
- I’ve eaten almost an entire box of teddy grahams in two days. And a baby mochi.
- I got business cards today! Adult-ing. Even if I don’t want to.
- I need to wake up early early early tomorrow (today) to run.
- Interviews tomorrow morning.
- Need to visit some mechanics tomorrow.
- Kindergarteners at Boys & Girls Club today. Oh my goodness melting. No words needed.
- Five weeks to NW(H)M. Counted down after running today and went into slight panic.
- What did I write on my schedule? Five miles tomorrow. Okay. Eeeee let’s do this.
Tiny irrelevant updates you didn’t need. YAY. You’re welcome.
I’ve got 31 minutes to make it count. From Meg Cabot (via Sammie):
Jack’s wife had just walked eighty floors down one of the Towers to reach the ground safely, only to realize the guys in her IT department were still up there, backing up data for the company. Once she reached the ground, and saw how bad things really were, she tried calling them to tell them to forget backing up and just COME DOWN, but couldn’t get hold of them.
So she went back up to MAKE THEM come down, because who doesn’t love their IT guys?
“Why did you go back up?” Jack asked her, when he finally reached her. By that time she, along with the IT guys, had become trapped in the fire and smoke.
“It seemed like the right thing to do,” she said. Of course it did.
If you only read one thing about Sept. 11 today, make it this.
Long Run Recovery: The Ice Bath
I believe it was back in 2010 when I first heard the words “ice bath.” Ummm, what the hell is that? If it’s as awful as it sounds, then count me out. But somehow, someway (because I could hardly walk after some runs) I bit the bullet, and was converted to (dum dum dum) The Ice Bath.
And now, three years later, I fully believe they help. A lot. They significantly reduce/remove delayed onset muscle soreness (DOMS) and help your muscles repair faster.
So I say “be not afraid of the ice.” Should you do it? Yes! Do you need to do it? Probably. Your body will really thank you the next day. It’s the same idea as icing a sore bump on your head. It prevents inflammation and swelling, thereby decreasing soreness. The bath allows both legs to be submerged at once, icing all your lower extremities. Here are some steps you can follow that will make it less of an unpleasant experience.
- Hobble to the store and buy 2 party bags of ice (spoiler alert: no party will be had).
- Have something interesting to read/watch standing by (I watched House of Cards. Frank, you didn’t!)
- Have an alarm/stopwatch nearby.
- Wear a bathing suit and a sweater/long sleeves.
- Make yourself a hot tea/coffee.
- You can take a quick shower to wash off the salt, but don’t make it hot. The more you warm up your muscles, the harder it will be.The Deed:
- Get in the tub first. THIS IS KEY. I think it would be nearly impossible to climb into a bath full of ice. So, start in the tub (pic 1).
- Then fill your tub up with cold water. As the water is filling up, you’re getting used to the temperature. Don’t start your watch yet. Be sure the water covers your thighs completely. I would not recommend lying down - or do (report back if you do). Once the water is above your hips, you’re good. (pic 3 - and I should have filled the bath more).
- Now throw in 1 bag of ice. It won’t feel that bad this way - promise.
- Start your watch and not a second later.
- Distract yourself with your prepared reading material. Home décor, comics, Runner’s World, the latest on your favourite celebrities. Put your laptop on a chair/toilet. Whatever.
- Try to ignore the cold sensation in your legs. Seriously, this works.
- At the end of 10 mins., step out and dry off. Wait for 5 mins., not longer. Then get back in for Round 2.
- Throw in the 2nd bag of ice. Round 2, you’ll notice, isn’t nearly as bad. It goes for another 10 mins. And then…
- YOU’RE DONE!
- Don’t take a hot shower right away. Your muscles need to warm back up naturally. Wait for at least 30 mins. or till your skin temperature has warmed up. (This is important. The point is for your muscles to warm themselves up). I climbed into bed and ended up taking a nap. Go me!
So yup. There you have it. The dreaded (yet I think necessary) ice bath. Oh Marathon Experience, why am I doing you again?
The amazing and fabulous Liz is right. It’s way easier the second round.
Half marathon training. Is happening. HOLLA :)
Currently can’t feel my extremities. Yup.