My Christmas


When I was little, my siblings and I would open our presents from Santa at unreasonably early times. I’m talking like four in the morning. Basically, my parents were not able to sleep at all. Nowadays, my mom has implemented a new rule… No opening presents before six. This means that I was ready to rise and shine at five thirty, but waited until six to wake up the rest of the house. Yes, I was up first. I was EXCITED!
I had given my mom a wish list with about ten things that I wanted, but there was one item that I was especially hoping to find under the tree. I have been wanting a Garmin gps watch since I trained for the Chicago marathon, but could not justify purchasing one for myself. I marked it with five stars, so that she knew how serious I was about this. (FREAKING SERIOUS!)
And what do you know… BOOM! Adorable pink Garmin.

My first run with my new accessory was okay. My expectations were low considering my diet has recently consisted of too much sugar and alcohol, and not enough protein or vegetables. But what are you gunna do?


And since obviously I had no intentions of reversing this pattern, I followed up my run with some delicious recovery eggnog (the Christmas version of a protein shake-CLEARLY).


Twas the Night Before Christmas… and Santa’s not Skipping a Workout

Happy Christmas Eve!!! In light of the approaching holiday, I wrote (or I suppose I should say REVISED) a Christmas classic… sweaty style!

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the gym,
not a person was sweating or trying to get slim.
The towels were hung behind the counter with care,
In hopes that some exercisers would soon be there.

The treadmills were silent and powered down.
With visions of speed and going around.
And the weight room was empty of jocks making wise cracks,
The dumbbells and weight plates were set on the racks.

When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my workout to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Imagining I was racing and making a dash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my sweaty eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With an awfully thin driver, so lively and quick,
I knew after a moment it was a fitter St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
To the fitness center! Be careful don’t fall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So into the parking lot, the reindeer they flew,
With the sleigh full of work out apparel, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I they landed so quick,
I thought for certain Santa would be carsick.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Through the front door St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in lycra, from his head to his toes,
I wondered why he was there and if he’d be opposed to some photos;
He had a race bib pinned to his front and his back,
And he looked like an athlete, right down to his six-pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The last of a protein bar, he held tight in his teeth,
And washed it down with a bottle of water from beneath;
He had a happy face and a very flat belly,
It no longer shook like a bowlful of jelly.

He was muscular and toned, but still a jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And turned on the treadmill; it started with a jerk.
After five miles, he wiped off his nose,
And dashed to the locker room to change his clothes.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,


Thanksgiving & Turkey Trot Recap

I intended to drive home Wednesday morning for Thanksgiving, but Tuesday night I decided that I could not bare to wait the extra nine hours. I threw a bunch of stuff in a suitcase, grabbed my dog and took off. I know that it’s irresponsible, or dangerous, or whatever to drive through the night. Call me young and reckless.

Wednesday basically consisted of Thanksgiving preparations, and spending as much time as possible glued to my mother’s side. After living with someone who hates me (seriously, I’m not being dramatic. She’s miserable.) it was especially comforting to be surrounded by people who love and appreciate me.

Thursday morning my sister and I ran in our first ever Turkey Trot. She was surprisingly pleasant about the whole experience (you know how teenagers can be). She even agreed to wear matching colors, woke up that morning on her own, and ran the whole race with me. She is on her middle school cross country team and is much speedier than me, so it was sweet of her to stick with her slowpoke old lady sister. We started in the back of the pack- it’s more fun to pass people than to be passed (my advice).

We did get to pass a lot of people, but we were also stuck weaving around them for the first half mile or so, but then the crowds thinned out and it was a pretty fun run. I use the word fun kind of loosely. I did enjoy the atmosphere and spending time with my sister, but the hills on the course were a little more challenging than I am used to. It may have been just the rude awakening I needed to make me prepare seriously for the hills that will be on the Knoxville marathon course. We ended up finishing in 31:55. Between the crowds and the hills I’m okay with that time. The experience was more about being together and active on a gluttonous holiday than breaking records.

I spent the rest of the afternoon cooking with my momsy, and then the entire evening trying to not share this little cutie…

She even spit up on me, but I don’t care. I think it was a bonding moment. Over all, yesterday was a great day, and we all had a wonderful Thanksgiving.


Happy Halloween!

No, I’m not doing anything cool tonight. I’m a graduate student. The first draft of the first two chapters of my thesis is due in twelve days. I need to be WRITING- not partying. I might be a little stressed out. I’m not alone though. One of my professors asked the class today if everyone was excited about halloween tonight, and everyone laughed, or rolled their eyes. Misery loves company.

I gave all of my students lectures about staying safe, and making good choices. They probably think I’m a total stick in the mud. It feels good to be mature.

I did get to dress up for a group fitness class that I taught today. I wore a tutu and a sparkle headband. I’m sure I get points for creativity (not). It was fun though.


My New Year

Happppppppppy Newwwwwww Yeeeeeear!

Yes it is the middle of the night on the biggest drinking holiday, no I am not blogging under the influence. I actually JUST got home from WORKING all night and have not had a drop of alcohol.

It’s lame I know, but things get even better. I was actually holding cleaner in my hand when the clock struck 12:00.

The whole ordeal was actually very “Cinderella-esque”, which can only lead me to one conclusion… 2012 must be the year I meet my Prince Charming!

So if you know any eligible bachelors in my area send them my way!

(Must love running, insane yellow labs, and vegetables. Must have the patience of a saint, plenty of cash-money, a cute butt and an excellent smile.)

The fine print is very important!