Know what I love? When friends I haven’t talked to in ages approach me to tell me they follow this. Seriously, you guys are too cool. Keep coming outta the woodwork, cause I love hearing it.
We’re not going to talk about what I don’t love. Chloe’s interactions with the papazan chair this weekend weren’t so awesome.
Chloe – 1; Papazan Chair – 0
I’m thankful that chair had already seen better days. My friend Anna and I probably logged 80 hours in those chairs watching every episode of The O.C. as 8th graders.
I use the term “better days” loosely.
Speaking of Chloebear and her obedience, guess who is going off to Boot Camp next week? For what may be FIVE whole weeks? I’m excited for her. She’s going back to her breeder and learning how to be a lady. And she’ll alongside her mama, Kate.
You’re welcome, dear Papazan Chair.
I’m a Phan.
Victoria’s Secret may have gotten MLB apparel. And I may have used my Secret Rewards card to do work.
I have a valid excuse, though. I don’t live in Philly country. It’s hard for me to get my hands on some good Phillies gear, and I love Vic Secret clothes. Don’t rain on my parade and tell me this is out of hand. I like it too much.
Hanson Never Disappoints.
Why I haven’t heard their new single before today is beyond me, but my college roommate Dana sent me a bbm telling me I had to download “Give A Little.”
Can we saaayyy… “this baby’s gonna be played on repeat on my obnoxiously long drive this weekend?”
Cause it is. I have no shame. I’ll own this Hanson love.
Plus, they cut their hair. It’s now a little more socially acceptable to profess your love for them.
I almost died on Tuesday.
I’m also melodramatic.
I showed up to a little running group with my buddy Robby expecting a nice long run with some people who would probably push me to plug along a little faster. After a little warmup run, what words did I hear?
“Six 800 repeats. Two minutes in between. Let’s go.”
Let’s talk about speed training. I haven’t done a speed workout since high school track. I did suicides and punishment sprints in college field hockey.
Me and sprints? We don’t like each other. I don’t like them. They’re ugly, they’re mean, and they aren’t nice to my slow-twich muscle fibers. Although I was a sprinter in high school track (200m runners, whatwhat!), my natural ability definitely lies in long distance.
I wasn’t happy.
But I did it. And I’m happy I did it. My shins are not so happy I did it.
And ya know what? I ran with the faster group, and I didn’t come close to being last once. And then I kept a 7:30 minute pace for a 2.5 mile cooldown. Bam!
Q & A
I had entirely too much fun completing Carrie’s goofy Q & A for my guest post yesterday. And I wanna do it more.
So, give me some random questions I can answer just like I did on her blog. I’ll even make a fool of myself in some more shorty videos. Just for you. You’re gettin’ that fa sho. Fa sho.
I’ll be on haitus from here till next week. Tonight Anastasia comes to me for a nice dose of friendship and wine, and tomorrow I’m headed on a rooooad trip to a fun formal. Thankfully, I’ve got my new tunes and Water for Elephants on audiobook. Ah, yeah!
Hit me with some questions to answer!
And really, let’s not get too serious here.
Do you incorporate speed training on a regular basis?
something tells me I need to start doing this.
What’s the most recent Audiobook you’ve purchased?
I’m a fan of the mindless Shopaholic series by Sophie Kinsella for car-listening. Cause dad likes me to focus on the road. We all know I’m the best driver ever. I don’t know what he worries about all the time.