Inspire Me: Healthy - You're Looking A Little Pale

Ladies,
your attention please.

We're doing something new and exciting around these parts.

In three days, I will be here:

Doing this:

Like these crazy people:

Yup. I signed up for the Color Run.

That's the CMY5K, for those of you other crazy runners out there.

I'm running a 5K. Holy crap. 3.1 miles of stupidity on my part, 

because I am not a runner. 

I am so freaking excited about this though!

The rules are simple:

You start wearing a white T shirt.

You make it to the end of the race however you want - 

run, walk, jog backwards, whatever.

Along the way, people throw handfuls of powdered color at you,

so when you arrive at the finish line, 

you look a little like this:

It's going to be totally brilliant. 

I've been running more this week in preparation and working out more in general.

It feels pretty good. 

Like when you're the one taking forever to get down the stairs

and your 60 year old co-worker goes around you,

laughing,

because your legs are so sore.

I'm having a lot of fun with this.

Then again, so are my co-workers.

Being healthy is supposed to be fun.

Make it that way. 

I'll be back with pictures from the actual race next week! 

the race is Saturday, but you all have to wait til Thursday ;) 

Tell me - how do you have fun with working out? I want to know :) 

meet my alter ego.

sometimes I think I have an alter ego.

I haven't named her yet, but I'll bet it would be something along the lines of Lafawnda. or Lucretia. or Shanay-nay. or Wanda Sykes. things get pretty fun when she shows up. 

sassy nameless alter ego does not look like this:

nuh uh. no way. And whoever tagged January Jones as a "sassy woman" (yes, I Googled it): for real? Are you for real? 

no, sassy alter ego looks a lot less calm and a lot more like this:

yes. my alter ego, oddly enough, is a sassy black woman.

[I'm not trying to be offensive here, just going with stereotypes. because we all know those are so true.]

sassy alter ego doesn't take crap from people. she has no problem saying no, she actually holds up her index finger to make a point, and makes the duck face more than any person should. she also gives a damn good hairy eyeball. 
sassy alter ego says the heck with eating healthy; we are going to Subway today. because that's what we want to do. and momma gets what momma wants. (kidding. that was too far)
sassy alter ego swears in front of her mother, refuses to conform to work dress code, yells at people who can't drive, glares at everyone, has witty comebacks for anything thrown at her, and offers scathingly honest opinions no matter what the topic. 
sassy alter ego wonders what it is, exactly, that they put in those little brown pills at the end of the packet. and she would give a certain apple-eating, snake charming female of the B-I-B-L-E a royal smackdown if she ever got the chance.

sassy alter ego and I are almost complete opposites. she's a fun houseguest, but thank God she only shows up for 2 days a month. people might start thinking I have problems. you know, serious ones. 

366 days ago

366 days ago, on the first day of my last first semester at college,
I marched into my 8:35 Geology class
and fell in love with A.
We looked at each other, and we just knew.
It was tummy-churning, starry-eyed
love at first sight.

No, wait. That's not what happened.
What really happened was more like this:

Of course I woke up late on the first day of classes,
so when I got there most of the seats were full
but I saw my good friend Jessie sitting all the way in the back
with an open spot between her and some kid I sort of recognized,
pushed my way grumpily to the back, and sat between them.

We introduced ourselves and did the usual "nice to meet you"
icebreakers,
and realized that we'd all had a class together the year before,
that I didn't even remember him being in. (go me)
And then class was over and we went on our merry ways.

What I didn't know at the time, of course,
was that the kid was A,
and that he had a huge crush on my friend Jessie,
and had positioned himself a seat away from her for a very good reason.

Even after he and I started talking he was still crushing on her,
and spent a good deal of time trying to get up the balls to talk to her.
And I was trying to help him because I had no idea who this girl was
that he was stalking liked, and wanted him to be happy,
since we were sort of friends at that point.

Of course once we really started talking and hanging out,
he obviously realized that I was awesome,
and I thought he was pretty cool too,
and by the beginning of November we were dating.

So while I didn't know it for a few months,
I unwittingly cock-blocked my own boyfriend
from flirting with one of my best friends,
and made him fall in love with me instead.

And that, girls, is how you get a boyfriend in college.

The end.

I'm going back to college!

Psych.

I wish I was. I've been wishing so hard, hoping that if I close my eyes

tight enough and just focus hard,

I'll be able to go back to Ursinus.

That I'll be back home.

Obviously, I'm wasting my energy here.

Not a good feeling.

What makes it worse is that I still have a lot of good friends there,

who are going to be telling me all about the exciting happenings,

and there will be PNMs for Sigma,

and worst of all,

A has this one last year,

and I'm not there.

In a lot of ways, UC is our place.

Where we first met almost 3 years ago,

where we had class together and first started talking,

where we studied together and hung out with our friends,

where we took all those late night walks

and got into fights and made up,

where he hit me in the face with a football

and came to my room between classes, just to see me for five minutes,

and where he helped put me back together during

one of the roughests times of my life.

I could tell you how many steps it takes to get to our spot

on the second floor of the library,

or what to avoid at all costs in the dining hall,

and how to make the Campus Safety guys laugh.

I could tell you that living near Reimert Hall isn't great

unless you don't mind not sleeping,

and that Main Street is always treacherous when it snows.

That brunch sucks, that Wawa bagels are better any day,

that the President's dog loves kisses,

and which professors will be your best friend, no matter what.

It's our place and I'm not there with him.

Maybe I should have failed last year on purpose?

#notrichenough

I think looking back over people's lives in pictures is one of the

coolest things about blogging,

but if you choose not to look through the next 4 gajillion pictures,

I won't be offended.

They're mostly for me anyway.

But if you could pass the tissues, that'd be a huge help.

Halloween freshman year - as Sarah Palin!

Sophomore year

Junior year - became a Tri Sigma!

Found my passion and classes that I loved

Studying abroad in Scotland :)

Met and fell in love with this guy :)

Got my very own little

Senior formal

To say I'm not tearing up would be a flat out lie.

 I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have spent
four years of my life at 
this amazing place.

- 1

We may be odd,

but we sure take some good last minuteportraits.

And can we just talk about how gangsta my parents are?

Little bro's at college now.

I didn't cry.

Really. I didn't. 

Happy Friday, peeps.

PS. Something for all you matrimonily-minded kids:

a good life lesson for all of us.

Inspire Me - Healthy: Week 4!

Or technically Week 3 I guess, since I skipped last week. Rather, I wrote a really long and whiny post about how I wasn't eating right and it was everyone else on the planet's but mine. Nobody wanted to read it, trust me. So, Week 4!

I've been running like a fiend.









Did I get you there? No? Bummer. Because I haven't run at all. 
But you know what I have done? 
Kept saying no to the crap. Even the Klondike Bars. #sohard
And I've been doing a lot of office exercises. Believe me, it sounds way lamer than it is.
Every hour, on the hour I get out of that stupid chair, 
make sure my door is closed good and tight,
and get at it. 

Here's the deal:

Shadow Boxing	3 minutes
Lunges	50
High Knees	2 sets of 100
Squats	100

If your butt doesn't hurt after that, we can no longer be friends. Because my butt is jealous of yours. 

The funny thing? Even though this isn't by any means super intense or a good long workout - because somedays, there just isn't time for that - it works! Keeping active during the day keeps your metabolism up - and makes my butt disappear. Or at least get a little smaller.

Do you guys do anything during the day to keep moving? Especially if you happen to work in an office - I want to hear it! 

the most excited wednesday post ever

Happy Wednesday, kids!

Why is it a happy Wednesday?

Three reasons.

One - I have off tomorrow to move the brotha into his dorm!

Two - My hair somehow managed to look amazing today!

aaannndddd reason Three -

Guess who has two thumbs and an apartment?

This chick, that's who?

I HAVE AN APARTMENT, YOU GUYS!!

I'm pretty freaking pumped.

As in jumping up and down screaming and running in circles pumped!

I found out last week but didn't want to say anything until it was finalized,

but now it is and I move in on September 1st!

Which leaves me with approximately eight days

to buy a big girl bed and furniture

and learn how to feed myself regularly.

And I think I might be getting old because these are the kinds of things that

excite me these days.

I can't wait to show you all pictures and to see how it turns out!

I have a quiet little alter ego with a passion for interior decorating that doesn't

get to come out much.

I'm looking forward to indulging her.

Oh, and there's this little giveaway going on over at We & Serendipity. 

these days, in case you aren't aware

(feel free to crawl out from under your rock now)

thanks to Mrs. Schroeder and Sammantha from Dsyfunctional Ever After.

You might feel tempted to enter.

Don't.

I'm only mentioning it for the additional entries.

This girl wants that latitude ring and some sweet Essie nail polishes.

Peace and blessings, lovelies.