Starting Over

yeah, fun is not burpees and burpees are not fun

Burpees. As you know, I hate them. The month of November I was supposed to be doing a burpee challenge to work up to doing 100 of them by the end of the month.

I wish I could say that I was extraordinarily successful at this challenge. But, that was not meant to be. Instead, you could say I failed miserably.  I made it to the halfway point and then life took a disappointing turn where the very last thing I wanted to do was a burpee. So, after making it to 50, I was done.  Continue reading

Small Business Support

Happy Thanksgiving / stuff your face as much as possible day! I hope you had a good one and don’t regret one bit you enjoyed today. I enjoyed some food (not nearly the typical amount) and sweated plenty at the gym before indulging. Because that is what I do.

Now, we come upon the holiday season in earnest. Already stores are opening up with amazing deals for people to enjoy. If you are partaking in these deals on Turkey Day, I hope you enjoy and that you end up getting things you want. Continue reading

It’s Back

My gym for the past two years has offered a 30-day challenge. Go to the gym for 30 days straight between thanksgiving and Christmas and they will pay for a month of dues, give you $50 to use toward services and five guest passes to use at any location or bring your friends to work out with you.

This year will be the third year of the challenge and it is only 25 days. This because Thanksgiving happens so late this year. It begins on Friday and of course I’m up for this challenge. Continue reading

OK, Fine, Good and Great

Ok. Fine. Good. Great. All words used to describe things. How you feel, how something went or even how food tasted. And they all have a mostly positive connotation to them when you hear them. Most of the time, you probably don’t really think about what you are conveying when you say them.

I started to contemplate what these words mean yesterday when I was at the gym. Where else would I contemplate what something means? Anyway, this all came about because my trainer asked me how Bodypump® was. I was telling her about all the stuff I had been doing the past few days and my response to how the class was was just “it was fine.” Continue reading

Color

Before this year, I was never one who was big on wearing a lot of color. Most of my workout attire consisted of black pants and dark shirts. Sometimes the shirt might end up being blue or grey, but nothing bright. Probably because I wasn’t trying to stand out in any way.

But this has all changed this year. It started last fall after I attended a fashion show for running attire. Then it really took off this year with me starting to wear bright colors when I work out. Continue reading

Master of Faking it

I know when I say this, people will not believe me. However you should know it is true. I am far from the most confident person in the world. In fact, I’d say I am rather (or extremely) insecure about a lot of (ok, most) things.

Every time I tell someone this, they always give me the side eye because they just cannot believe it to be true. I must be lying because in their opinion, when have I ever been insecure? Not to mention, sometimes they will ask me for advice on how to deal with something because give advice at times is what i do. I think there are maybe five people who actually believe me when I say this because they’ve seen it. But for the most part, no one believes me. And the reason no one believes me is because somehow I have made myself the master of faking it until I make it. Then again, I do go to great lengths to not burden others with my “issues” so I shouldn’t be surprised no one believes me about stuff like insecurities.  Continue reading

Don’t Tell me to Smile

You should smile. You would look so much better if you smiled. How come whenever I see you, you are never smiling? You should smile more.

That is stuff that I would hear regularly from a used to be “friend.” And quite honestly, it pissed me off to no end. Enough so that I can say good riddance to that person being in my life. At times, I think I suffer from resting bitch face. And even if I don’t, I feel how I feel and don’t feel a need to put on a facade to please someone who can’t handle others not being bubbly and smiling 24/ 7.  Continue reading

Making Mistakes

20131122-191318.jpgI am a type a / perfectionist type of person. I have gotten better at being less type a, but with some things, I continue to be a perfectionist. Or at least try to be one. I know it isn’t good and that more likely than it ends up with me being frustrated, but I try anyway.

Anyway, today I had an audition for something and it was a good experience. In addition to doing well, I actually made some mistakes. Normally when I “screw up,” I tend to beat myself up about it. However today I was glad my screw ups happened. It was a way for me to learn what not to do when I am doing this stuff for real. Continue reading

The Myth Of Football

Football is the only sport or activity that some life lessons can be learned

cartoon_football-956That is a bullshit mantra said over and over by a lot of NFL players and coaches. It is also said by some parents who are justifying allowing their kids to play the game. Before I go further, I should say I like football. I enjoy watching the brutality of it. But I hardly think that some life lessons can only be learned via playing football. Continue reading

The Creek

Tuesday afternoon was Grandma’s funeral. It was a nice service and the outpouring of love from everyone who was touched by her was tremendous.

It a little bit it was odd to see so many people I haven’t seen in forever. I felt a bit bad because I didn’t recognize them, but they recognized me. This including some childhood friends. Anyway, at some point or another, everyone there yesterday had been to Grandma’s house as a kid to play and we all enjoyed this creek at the end of the street.

There were only three houses on the street (Kimball) and one that was on the street that ran perpendicular to Kimball. The house that was on the perpendicular street, its backyard went up to the creek and while we tried to play in that area, we generally stayed away for fear of getting in trouble with the owners of that house. Continue reading