Look who is celebrating Friday by finally figured out how to (almost) successfully enhance her (now natural?) waves with her straightener.
Speaking of running out of time, I need to establish a command for Chloe that means “Hurry the crap up. Mom’s late.” It always seems to be the times I’m in a big hurry she thinks it’s cool to dawdle around the backyard instead of pottying.
I’m sure my neighbors enjoy my frantic “NO. GO POOPIES.” squeals at 7 a.m.
You’ll be able to find my hydrating all day in preparation for my 20 miler tomorrow. Anastasia is coming to town (YAAAAAAAY!), and we’re psyched to tackle our new PDR together.
And I already need new running shoes. I calculated the miles I’ve run, and I’m about to break 500. I wish I was ballsy enough to try the New Balance Minimus, but I think I need to stick with what I’m used to for the second half of marathon training (YES.. we’re halfway there!).
I’m praying to the Gods of Asics I can find some cuter ones than my current pair I hate.
In honor of the long run I’ll be doing tomorrow, I’m leaving you with one of my most favorite new playlists I’ve had in a while. Enjoy (and go download the new Matt Nathanson album… this is his best one yet, and I’m completely obsessed).
I’ve got homeboy Gavin’s new album on preorder, too. I’m psyched.
After work today, Jamie and I will be skipping off to the gym for a Lululemon trunk show. Somebody better clothesline me at the door, ’cause I have a feeling I may go all banana sandwich with the fantastic workout gear.
Dear Dad, consider yourself warned. Mom, if someone calls you blubbering incoherently about “no more funds” and “really cute running leggings” or “Jamie made me do it,” it may or may not be your youngest daughter.
This is me with Lululemon gear.
This is me without Lulumeon gear.
See? I’m bald save for some blonde bangs and strange brown whispies. That’s how tragic life would be without some great new workout gear.