I ran a race this weekend - a 5K that I put on my schedule so that I would get off my ass and run. I’ve been in such a head space about that lately, and I needed a goal date. You might think that this picture is a humblebrag, like, “look at me, I won top in my age group!” I’m here to tell you that looks are deceiving. I wasn’t aware when I signed up, but this was a really small race, only the second time they’ve held it. They had a competitive and a non-competitive category to choose from. I wanted to be timed, therefore I chose competitive. And I came out on top because I was the ONLY female competitive runner in my age group.

I ran a race this weekend - a 5K that I put on my schedule so that I would get off my ass and run. I’ve been in such a head space about that lately, and I needed a goal date. You might think that this picture is a humblebrag, like, “look at me, I won top in my age group!” I’m here to tell you that looks are deceiving. I wasn’t aware when I signed up, but this was a really small race, only the second time they’ve held it. They had a competitive and a non-competitive category to choose from. I wanted to be timed, therefore I chose competitive. And I came out on top because I was the ONLY female competitive runner in my age group.

sometimes i feel like i really have my shit together

and then other times, i manage to make it to the gym before work but forget deodorant and a razor, so i text my mom and see if she can bring them when she comes in (oh the perks of working with your mom). she mentions having peanut butter and banana sandwiches for lunch (because yes, lunch is another perk), and i mention that i’ll eat it for breakfast because i’m taking a friend out to lunch for her birthday. but mom’s not here yet with the banana sandwich and deodorant and razor, so i bust into the candy corn on my desk for breakfast.

Let’s get this party started. #viewfromahotelroom

Let’s get this party started. #viewfromahotelroom

I hate leaving this face. Gets me every time. #freckles

I hate leaving this face. Gets me every time. #freckles

Freckles is not thrilled that he’s without his buddy. #frecklesfriday

Freckles is not thrilled that he’s without his buddy. #frecklesfriday

+ / -

- in the office super early this morning because I’m leading a training at 8:30 and I have to make sure I’m prepared

+ but I’m leaving a half hour early this afternoon for a haircut

+ my first haircut in 5 months….to say I’m excited is an understatement

- poured OJ down the front of my shirt in the car this morning

+ it dried without staining at all

+ my boyfriend is awesome…that is all

- today is one of those days when my team is sitting on pins and needles. we’re waiting for news on a huge potential contract, and we’re supposed to get word any day now. with it being Friday of the second week since the last time we’ve gotten any news, everybody is SUPER tense.

+ but if we win this contract, it would be amazeballs.

+ it’s Friday.

Been a while since I’ve done one of these, but I’m happy to see that most of them are +

Freckles can’t understand why his favorite water hole is taken.

Freckles can’t understand why his favorite water hole is taken.

every once in a while, i get the urge to travel. i get restless and feel the need to be in a different place for a few days, a week, a month. of course, life and work and adult responsibilities get in the way of that, so i usually spend some time on VRBO to satisfy my craving. today’s choice of search: NC mountain retreats. and boy have i found some impressive options:

Cloud 9

Twickenham

Majestic Manor

Mia Bella Vista

relationship real talk

In every new relationship (that lasts long enough), there’s that point that you reach where you realize it’s not all rainbows and puppies. Nothing major, it’s just normal that once you begin to spend time with someone in a real world setting (like at their place for overnights as opposed to just dinners and movies and drinks), you begin to notice the issues that are going to require some compromise. Today, I hit my wall with one in particular.

Apparently, JB likes to wake up “gradually,” requiring multiple alarms set at certain intervals apart to wake up a little bit over time, instead of getting out of bed when the first alarm goes off. I mean, I get it, I hit the snooze button some days too, but the following schedule is a regular occurrence:

Alarms set for 5:40am, 5:50am, 6am, and 6:10am. When each one goes off, he hits snooze once on it. So count ‘em – a 5:40am alarm, a 5:49am alarm, a 5:50am alarm, a 5:59am alarm, a 6am alarm, a 6:09am alarm, a 6:10am alarm, and a 6:19am alarm. That’s 8….eight…..alarms.

I don’t have to get up until 6:45am, so getting woken up an hour earlier than necessary is no bueno for me. Especially when, with that schedule, you don’t even get out of bed until 40 minutes after the first alarm goes off!! Trying to play the part of the flexible, undemanding girlfriend, I jokingly said this morning, when the 5:50am alarm went off, “Man, it sure would be nice to sleep until MY alarm goes off.”

To which he responded, “Then sleep.”

This is clearly going to be one of those issues that is either resolved with separate sleeping quarters or me throwing his phone across the room when the 6th alarm of the morning goes off.