What a week, I tell ya.Sunday November 17 – Rest Day I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck. I managed to piss off every member of my family by first forgetting that I was supposed to go dress shopping with my sister for her wedding next year, and then realizing that I couldn’t breathe through my nose and had a slight fever and shouldn’t leave the house. I apparently, “ruined everything”, and they didn’t go as a result. While I apologized to both my mom and little sister, it didn’t seem to help and no one is talking to me still. While I get that it’s an emotional time for the bride to be, I wish when things happened between me and another person in my family, the rest would stay out of it. Like my dad! He’s great at not getting involved. Monday November 18 – 3.1 Mile Run – 32’17″ – 386 Calories This run was fun, but I didn’t want to do it. I hate how on Mondays the last thing I want to do is exercise but it’s the one thing I need to do. I need the stress depletion and the centering that a run gives me. Although I was coughing, sneezing, and generally miserable (hence the slowness in my time) I still felt better afterward. I came home and stood underneath the hot shower for about 20 minutes, and that made me feel better. What also made me feel better was lots of tea. I went through 10 bags! Tuesday November 19 – Sprints on the Treadmill I had actually thought about taking a rest day, but I promised myself a “speed workout” once a week, to see if this helps with endurance, and by golly, I am not going to let myself down. I’ll call this my HIIT for the week. Plus Thursday (when this was originally planned for) I have to go back to the doctor for my TB reading, and this will not allow me enough time before class to get a workout in. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought. I did 20 minutes and then was exhausted. I guess HIIT is supposed to be short, so I don’t feel horrible about how small the workout was. I mean I did something. I just wish I could easily be like “Hey I’m going to go run hill sprints for like an hour.” I am not sure if people do that, but it sounds bad ass. Wednesday November 20 – 3.1 Mile Run (On Treadmill) – 33’57″ – 474 Calories (6 APs) I wanted to run this outside, but by the time I got home I was so tired, and unmotivated, and it was dark, and I was annoyed, and didn’t want to do anything. I figured me doing SOMETHING was in order, so I took a really slow run on the treadmill (slow for me). I set the speed at 5.6 and just jogged while watching Tuesday’s Biggest Loser episode. I really like watching that while I work out because it’s like I’m working out with them (kind of). I plan on doing strength training once I’ve finished my races for the year and I think Wednesday will be that day while I watch B.L. Thursday November 21 – Rest Day My legs were not feeling it today. I was tired, and I was planning on working out at my work gym and I just woke up not wanting to. I was disappointed in myself for not working out but then I realized that I have to listen to my body when I know something isn’t right. Friday November 22 – Sprints on Treadmill – 387 Calories (5 APs) I pretty much copied the workout from Wednesday, except I just went longer. It was only 25 minutes and then a cool down of 5 minutes. I felt pretty good after this workout and am realizing if I stick to these speed runs I can improve my time overall. The burst of high intensity for a short amount of time and then recovery is great. I wish I could do all runs like this. I mean I guess I could, but that would be kind of tiresome. I am wiped after these workouts more so than I am after a half marathon. Saturday November 23 – MCM Turkey Trot 10K race – 1:03:11 – 871 Calories (14 APs) I really didn’t want to do this race. I was not dressed properly for the waiting around aspect before the race and really just wanted to get started. Once the gun went off and the race started I zoned out. I just ran. I didn’t look at my watch for pace until mile two. I knew I was going faster than I should be, but I also knew that there was no harm in walking when I had to. Granted, I walked a lot more than I had to, but I was trying to save my hip from certain pain that would occur, eventually. Recap here Sunday November 24 – Rest Day/Prep for Thanksgiving I did not prep for Thanksgiving. I did rest, however. I went and saw Catching Fire, and then went grocery shopping. That was my big day! Weekly Totals: Miles: 16.80 Calories Burned: 2395 Goals for Next Week: Miles: 20.00 Calories: 3000
I woke up Saturday Morning wishing that I hadn’t signed up for this race. The weather called for rain on Saturday all week, so I was pretty happy to see that it was in fact not raining, but sunny outside. This was the first good thing I had seen that day. I got out of bed, hobbled downstairs, as my calves were like “NOPE. We aren’t going to work right for you.” This is why stretching after exercising, and in general is a good idea folks. I took care of the dogs and then made it back upstairs to where Jason was about to jump in the shower.Me: I was going to shower Jason: Why? Me: Because I need to shave my legs. Jason: Why? Me: Because I am wearing capris to the race. Jason: You do know it’s freezing outside, right? Literally freezing.
I did not know this. I found a pair of my Old Navy Active Capris because I figured my under armor cold gear ones would be “too much” for the race, and then threw my sports bra and Tech Shirt for the race on. I figured I’d be good with my Northface jacket until I started the race.
This was mistake 1.
We traveled down to Quantico Marine Corps Base – where the race is – and then I realized half way there that we were going to be super early, because I thought the race started at 8, when it didn’t start till 8:45 am. Jason was not amused. We stopped at Panera to get him breakfast and I simply sat and drank my coffee, trying not to be nervous. We arrived and I immediately ran to the bins that they have at this race with old MCM shirts. I found my size and pulled it over me. It was a Marine Corps Marathon Finisher shirt from 2011. I did not run this race, nor did I finish it. I immediately remembered what another runner told me about wearing shirts of races you didn’t do, and how it’s bad luck. Well that was enough for me. Plus I didn’t want any race photos showing me in that shirt, so I took it off. Behind the porto johns with Jason blocking the view as I disrobed. Fun morning.
We waited – me freezing, Jason smartly in layers, and the kids fun mile started. The child that finished first did it in 5’32″ or some crazy number like that. Way to make me feel slow, kid.
Then it was our turn. I begrudgingly handed Jason my Northface Jacket, after many minutes of going back and forth as to whether I would just run with it or not, and then moved to center of the pack. I was sure I would get trampled, even though I was kind of toward the end, so I braced myself for that. The two women behind me seemed like they were out for blood, as they were both trying to PR. The men in front of me, just wanted to finish. I just wanted to live through the start line as it funneled a bit at the timing board because the MCM thinks that’s funny, apparently. Let’s see how many people get trampled having to go from 16 feet of width, down to 8 feet.
“HAHAHAHA” – The Marines.
I got through with minor incident of being elbowed by one of the bloodthirsty women and then started my trot. I was first thinking about the Marines who give their lives and limbs to protect us on a daily basis, and how this race is not hard in comparison. I let that thought travel with me to Mile Two. We hit a water station just before, which I promised myself I would walk through, because I wasn’t carrying water, and there was no chance in hell I was planning on winning this race, or my age group.
Jesus passed us going back towards the finish area at this point. I say he is Jesus because a.) I predicted when seeing him at the start, that he would in fact win the race, and that he was the Son of God because he fit the Americanized version of Jesus (Beard, Long hair, Lean Muscular Body) – I was strangely attracted to him, which made me feel bad, but I am sure Jesus was a hot dude. I am comfortable in my religion saying that.
I made it to mile three and was kind of surprised. Nothing hurt, but I was tired, and I pushed too hard and my breathing was off. So I took a walk break and texted Jason.Me: I just passed mile 3 Jason: You’re Making Great Time Me: Yayyyykjdfkj
I had started running again and wasn’t sure what I actually texted back, but I believe the aforementioned text was accurate. mile 4 came up quick and I just kept going, but a slowed my pace. I remember from last year there being a killer gravel hill around mile 5 – but that never happened, so I think they either changed the course, or they built something there that we had to run by as opposed to around. Mile 5 came and I was like “WAHOOO” because that meant we were almost done.
I get that way around the last mile, even if it’s like a 5K.
Then the side stitch. Stupid side stitch had to happen right when I was running by a group of cheering marines, and I swear they were all judging me. I had my music up loud so I could hear them say things like “WEAK” and “WHY AREN’T YOU RUNNING?” I have no confirmation that these words were uttered but I believe they were.
This is when I texted Jason with “I think I’m dying.” I needed something to push me through. According to my Garmin I had 0.60 miles left, give or take, and I knew I had to run through the finish to not feel like and idiot, so I took a walk break up the last hill. An Officer in the Marine Corps was at the top, and he high fived me when I got there and said “I walk up this hill too.” That made me feel better, even though he was most likely a big fat liar. Except not big, or fat.
Then I saw it. They use the arches from the Marine Corps Marathon so it, for a brief moment, felt like I had finished the marathon – But not really. It was dehydration and pain that made me think that. I kept running, and decided I would not go in an all out sprint like I usually do at the end of races, because at that point my mind was on the Turkeys. The Turkeys that give their lives (have them taken, actually) every year for us at Thanksgiving. How brave (scared) they are and how we never actually thank them.
Thank you, Turkeys. Thank you so much.
I passed the finish and immediately started looking for Jason. I was handed a ‘Warrior Chip” with the race logo on it and a bottle of water. I then was handed gatorade. I love those volunteers and how they just know what we need.
I was then handed a bag with random food in it, and then I was released into the family area where Jason found me and was smiling.
“I just want to leave” – Me
We walked to the car, and I wondered if I had actually PR’d or not, but really I didn’t care.
It was a great race, which the Marine Corps always puts on. They are organized, friendly, amazing, and give us major praise for completing things that seriously aren’t as hard as the sacrifices they make on a daily basis.
Thank you, Marine Corps. Thank you so much.
Hello!Sunday November 10 – Wilson Bridge Half Marathon – 13.1 miles – 2:17:11 – 1879 Calories Burned (23 APs) You can read my full recap here - but the short of it was that I PR’d, had fun, and can’t wait till next year. The course is gorgeous. Monday November 11 – Rest Day I ate everything that was put near me today. I was insatiable. I think it’s because when I went to sleep the night before, I was still in the hole by about 1000 calories. I had obviously not eaten enough (which is odd) to fill me up. Oh well. Tuesday November 12 – 3.1 Mile – 31’33″ – 401 Calories Burned (5 APs) First run back out there, it was painful, hard, and I was slow. I had to stop a few times and stretch. My calves were screaming, and my breathing was off, and I pretty much wanted to shoot myself. I couldn’t believe that a week before I was running sub 30 minute 5ks and now, I am like limping to my house. I know I know. I just came off a long race with a hard route, I’ll bounce back. But for now – compression socks. Wednesday November 13 – 3.1 Mile Run – 31’21″ – 400 Calories Burned (5 APs) This one was slightly easier than yesterday’s run. I did something during the run to my hip – either stepping off a curb wrong, or pushing too hard too quickly – and now it’s in pain. Actually so much so that turning over in bed was a challenge. YAY. I’m going to take Thursday off and see how it goes, and then see on Friday if I can run. If it’s still screaming, I will take Friday off and then try again Saturday and Sunday. Thursday November 14 – Rest Day Oh my hip hurts something fierce today. I hope it’s just a warning to slow down. I really hope I haven’t screwed it up again. I have too many plans! Silly hip. I wish it would just not hurt. Or I wish it would hurt and then stop hurting. I don’t get what it’s problem is. JEEZE. Friday November 15 – Rest Day Part Deux I had two excuses today…I had no time because I had to leave work and immediately take the dogs to the vet for their shots and checkups. By the time I got home, Jason was only like 10 minutes away and I was hungry. I felt like if I had gone for a run I would have felt better, but then my hip would have been screaming. Excuse 2 – my hip. MY DAMN LEFT HIP. Saturday November 16 – 5.2 Miles (Running) – 52’08″ & 1 mile (Walk home) – 18’04″ = 729 Calories Burned (9 APs) So I decided I would run. I WOULD RUN DARN IT. I set out with the intention of at least 5 miles. I wanted to do the full 10K once I was out there so I saw that as a good sign. But alas, after eating less than 2 hours before, I was feeling pretty gross and my hip was being a B again so I walked a lot. A LOT. Then I decided at 5.2 to just give up. I made it that far, right? I was good. I walked the mile home and called it a day. My goal this week is 15 – 20 Miles. I just need to get back into running, and stop having these set backs. My plan is as follows:
- Sunday – Rest Day – I woke up sick as crap, and was sneezing and congested all day.
- Monday – 3.1 Mile run
- Tuesday – Strength training
- Wednesday – 4 mile run
- Thursday – 30 minutes of Sprints and recovery on treadmill
- Friday – 3.1 mile run
- Saturday – MCM Turkey Trot 10K
- Total Mileage – 16.4 plus whatever the sprints are.
- Week: 3
- Difference: +1.0
- Total Pounds Lost: -5.0
- Emotion: Best I could have hoped for!
As I’ve stated pretty much everywhere in my life this week, I knew I would gain. Leading up to the half marathon I was eating normally for Weight Watchers points, and exercising, and feeling pretty damn good about myself. I lost 6 pounds in two weeks. That’s awesome. But then the minute the half marathon was over, I was ravenous. I hear this happens from time to time, but my last 3 half marathons I was ravenous the day of, and then normal the next day. It must have been because I realllllly pushed myself at this race, and tried to run as long as possible. I plan on attempting run the whole damn race in March – Including this hell of a hill…
I ran the entire way up to that point and was all like “I’VE GOT THIS” and then I saw the hill. Actually it was behind trees so I saw a low incline and then people vanishing. I either though it was a sharp downhill or I was about to have a bad time.
So this go around I am planning on doing HILLS. LOTS OF HILLS. But I digress…
I’ve been hungry all week, then I come to find out some meds a new doctor put me on have a side effect of insatiable hunger. Not just a side effect, but a proven effect in over 85% of patients if the dose is off. So the Doc changed my dose and asked that I make a conscious effort to not eat outside of planned meals and snacks (the meds also cause issues with blood sugar so I have to monitor very closely what and how much I am putting in my body now – hence the going back to Weight Watchers). So I am chugging water like it’s my job.
That measily pound means nothing and it, plus more, will be gone next week. I’ll make sure of it.
I’m taking another rest day today. Honestly my schedule also doesn’t allow a workout today – because I want to enjoy an evening with my husband. I have to leave work at 3 to take the dogs to their vet appointment at 4:30 – with traffic that will put me home around 6ish? It will be pitch outside and normally Jason doesn’t get home till almost 7 so I *could* fit in a 3 miler, but instead I am going to make sure all my crap for school is done and ready to go. I have 2 more sessions for one class and 3 more for the other. These are exciting times.
Jason texted me during class and said “I can’t wait for this semester to be over. I miss you.” Being gone two nights a week is hard on me, but I imagine it’s hard on him too. At least when he gets board of SimCity (Yes… he still plays the original.).
So this Week’s Plan:
- Friday: Rest Day – Eat with in Daily Points Only
- Saturday: 6.2 Mile Run Outside (Treat Yo’ Self Day)
- Sunday: 3.1 Mile Run Outside
- Monday 3.1 Mile Run Outside
- Tuesday: Rest Day
- Wednesday: Incline interval run (Treadmill, until I find an adequate hill?)
- Thursday: 3.1 Mile Run
Have a great Weekend!
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So yesterday after work I decided that it would be good to get my recovery run in. I should have done it on Monday (as most articles I found said to do it with in 24 hours) but I could barely stand let alone walk or even think about running. Tuesday it is, then. I came home and threw on every cold weather item I had, since by the time I got home and was ready to run it was 44 degrees outside. So I had the following:
- Running dry wick gloves
- Under Armor Pull Over in reflective Pink (half Zip)
- My DailyMile T-shirt on top
- Under Armor running tights with fleece lining
- Knee high Reebok socks
- Jason’s Virginia Tech Knit Beenie
I was ready to go. I also was carrying a water bottle (completely not needed) and my Spi-belt with my phone in it. I began my trek and felt injured almost immediately. Because of my paranoia and my slowness I decided to change up my route since there have been a few ‘indiscretions’ in my area (as the Manassas City Police put it) and I didn’t want to add to the list.
Since my ‘close call’ last year with those two men who decided to ruin my running life outside, I’ve been pretty much steering clear of trails, cul-de-sacs, side roads, and any side of the street with a white van. I actually felt bad yesterday because I straight up tore across the road when a guy switched sides of the road suddenly and began walking towards me. It turns out he lived in the house I was in front of, but my insanity didn’t realize that.
There was another point that freaked me out, when I stopped to take pictures of the sky and sunrise for my Instagram (trying not to be 100% selfies anymore) a man walked up behind me and said “Isn’t it beautiful?” I shrieked and ran away. I’m sure he thought I was insane, and of course I think I am.
It’s a crap shoot really. I need to wear reflective gear because it’s getting darker earlier, and that makes me more visible, but then I also feel like a target. I know that is a victim mentality, but it’s really hard when you’ve already been a victim. Being a person who last year was ‘almost attacked’ as the police put it when I called, and then a survivor of rape from years ago, I am on edge when things feel “wrong”. I get these gut feelings that something isn’t right, and I never can put my finger on it, and 99% of the time I never find out what it is, or nothing happens – but it’s there. Always. Walking to my car on campus at night is most troubling, even with a million people around and calling Jason till I get in my locked car, I feel on edge. What would he be able to do on the phone?
Some might think I am being over dramatic, but for the past 11 months I haven’t been running outside except for races, my training and speed have suffered, and so have my legs. So for me to go outside, run a loop in my neighborhood, and not be constantly looking over my shoulder, is hard. I run with mace, I did run with a tazer my sister got me, but there were close calls on me tazing myself, and a lot of people at work think I should buy a gun and run with that (Please. No. I think that would scare me more). I thought about getting a dog to run with, but now with my old man Moody being so old and stuff, I can’t imagine bringing another dog into the house while he is here. I don’t want the added stress, lack of attention, and confusion brought to him, so I don’t need a running dog now.
Blarney is fat and may be I should bring him. I could try that today. I run slow enough that he could just trot next to me, and smile, and laugh, and bark at squirrels.
Plus he is so intimidating.
So there is my conundrum. There are no running groups near me, and frankly I’ll lose motivation if I have to drive to meet one (unless it’s a weekend). So I will just be looking over my shoulder, and praying for a protective bubble.
Oh and I am pretty sure I am going to gain a crap ton of weight this week, because although I have been tracking, I have also been eating my feelings and stuff.
To end this on a positive note – my run yesterday was great. It was cold but nice, and I felt good at the end. My legs are a lot better this morning, but I am pretty sure I caused trauma to my toes, the tips of them are sore, and I am sure I am going to lose some of the nails – At least it’s winter boot season!
I will preface this by saying I am still in shock that I ran a half marathon yesterday. CRAZY.
So morning start: 3:30 am came really quick and Jason and I were not amused. I got up fed the dogs and decided to document how I looked:
I prepped my table of things: Race Bib, Water Belt, iPod and headphones. I had all of my clothes upstairs but this was the rest of the importance. Then I went upstairs, washed my face, attempted to go to the bathroom, and then I got dressed.
I decided to take a page out of BitchCakes book and wear makeup
Then we were off, coffee in tow, we left for the race. Jason was dropping me off at Mount Vernon (Sup George!) where the start line was. Then he was driving to National Harbor in Maryland, where the finish line was. Yep, I’d be running from Virginia to Maryland – which doesn’t seem like a big deal, but at 5:30 am when we said goodbye, it was kind of blowing my mind.
I arrived at the start at 5:30 and was like “Okay, now what?” I stood around for a few moments, before realizing the generator that was powering the big lights on the field, was emitting heat through the fan in the back. Well, guess where I stood? YEP.
I quickly made friends. An older guy who was running his first half, a woman in her 30′s who was running this for the first time (but not her first half), two middle aged men who were running it, and very anxious and scared, and then a younger guy (most likely younger than me) who this was his first race period. He had volunteered last year for this race and then decided to train and run it. Kudos to him. We all hunkered down near the generator and waited the next hour and half. At this point I was cold, and hungry. The younger first timer kept my attention with random questions and anecdotes, until he left for the bathroom about 20 minutes before the start. I ended up walking with one of the middle aged men to the corral, and there was no consoling him. He was scared. I tried to assure him that all he had to do was get to point B, and that was it, but I think it fell on deaf ears.
After a horrible rendition on the National Anthem, we were off. The elite runners tore off like they were on fire, and we never saw them again.
Then it was me, running, alone. Yes there were people around me, but I find it easier to forget about them and just run. I got through the first mile (without knowing it, because there was no mile marker sign) and then hit mile 2. I was feeling awesome. Nothing hurt. Mile 3, 4, 5, nothing to comment on. I was still going on. I was talking to a couple of people around me at this point, and then 6, 7, 8 came and went. We were now on the Wilson Bridge path to the side of the road. It’s blocked by a massive wall, so there was no need to close down the lanes, and it was kind of awesome that we didn’t ruin 495′s day by having to do that. Then suddenly Mile 9 appeared. I looked at my garmin and it had only been 8.69 miles… I was calling bullcrap on that. But then it took forever to find mile 10. They had simply place the marker wrong. Which isn’t that big of a deal unless your entire well being and speed is relying on the mile markers, and my it was that point when I crashed. It was mentally damaging.
I reached for a gu, that was not there. I had left them in the mug on the counter. I cursed outloud and then saw the damn hill I had to do next. The entire way up I am asking Jesus to not let my hamstrings shred like I am sure they were doing. I was in a lot of pain, I had no energy, and my pace had dropped from sub 10’00″ miles to 11’12″. I was so mad. HOW HAD I LET THIS HAPPEN. At this point I just wanted to finish. Mile 11 came and I was crying. The girl next to me said “Read your shirt. Let that push you.” It was my TEAM 413 shirt. I fully threw everything I had at that point on God and said ‘Just get me across that finish line. Mile 12 – and there was a water stop. I didn’t grab water because I knew if I stopped running I would not start again. I waved at the kids and my face looked like a horror film villian, so children, I apologize if I scarred you for life. We were on loose gravel at this point, which is never fun, and frankly, dangerous when you have the balance of a weeble-wobble like I do. I made it back to the side walk and saw people cheering.
At this point I knew I was close. THEN BAM. The Mile 13 sign. just 0.10 left, right? THAT WAS THE LONGEST 0.10 OF MY LIFE. MY WHOLE LIFE.
I saw Jason, and he was the exact umph I needed. He snapped a bunch of – I’m sure – horrible pictures of me in pain, not smiling, and dying. At this point I was like “WHERE THE EFF IS THE FINISH LINE.” I came around the next turn and there is was. Normally I can sprint at this point, but my legs wouldn’t do it. They just couldn’t
I’m shocked that I did it. I immediately began to weave and wobble, and until a nice Race Volunteer named Steve grabbed my shoulders from behind me and led me to the medals, water, gatorade, and bagels. He gave me a towel and told me I did great and then asked if I could walk. I blankly and I’m sure almost robotically said “Yes?” and he smiled and walked away. Thanks Steve!
I made my way over to the gate and found Jason. I was like “Wanna leave, I’m done.” He smiled and we began walking to the car. As I was walking away with him I said “I ran the first 9 miles without stopping.” and this woman turned around and said “You are my hero for that. Thank you so much. That is amazing.” I was floored. A complete stranger.
I saw the first timer walking with his family and thought about saying hi, but he was so excited, he was telling his mom he ran it in under 2 hours. Good for him. I decided to let our little conversations end on the route. Good luck with your next race, where ever you are!
We had to walk up stairs or a ramp – I decided to run up the stairs because I am annoying. Jason was not amused. We got into the elevator, and then into the car and it all hit me. ”I just ran a half marathon” and Jason said “Yes you did.”
Although it is my fourth race, I felt like this was the most awesome. I had a blast, felt strong through most of it, and just really showed myself what I can do if I try. It reinforced my want to run outside and forget the treadmill for a while, and I am sure in doing so I’ll be able to crush my time from this race come March when I run the Rock n’ Roll Half Marathon.
Oh yeah, and I PR’d this time. I shaved 2 minutes and 44 seconds off of my best time which was at the Annapolis Half Marathon last December.
I’ve got the bug again, and I want to sign up for every race possible, but I am hanging tight. I have a 10K in a couple of weeks, and a 5K in December. I’m relaxing with races till March, and then we’ll see where the course map takes me.
Thank you for all the kind words, ‘likes’ and applause for me yesterday. It was truly an epic event.
I am a runner, and I love new gear, shoes, gadgets, etc. If it has to do with running, I will try it. Hands down. If it sucks I’ll most likely continue to use it because RUNNING, but I like to give everything an equal shot. With that said, if you know a sporty person here are some of my favorite things…
I always run races in capris. I will get overheated and hate myself if I don’t. Sometimes I’ll wear my thin running tights, but most of the time this is what I am in. These are amazing. They don’t slip down exposing your cash and prizes, they don’t really budge at all. They move with you, and are dry-wicking. Love them. Not just for running, great for Cross training, I imagine they would do well at Crossfit, and possibly Yoga. They cover your body, so I am sure you could lift weights in them as well.
This shirt comes in more colors as well. It’s light and comfy, and soft, which sometimes tech tees aren’t. I like the saying on the front too. So many times you see people with horrible looks on their faces, and simply remembering to ‘Run Happy” you are doing this because you want to do this – no one is making you – and regardless of how you feel in this moment you do enjoy it. YOU ENJOY IT.
Now, I don’t like LuLuLemon’s Clothes ( I KNOW THE HORROR ) mainly because of the fact that they don’t fit me well, and the CEO thinks that the reason why the leggings had a malfunction of being see through is because fat people shouldn’t wear them – BUT REGARDLESS, this bag is nice. It actually is functional as a really large purse as well, if you wanted to carry your smallish golden retriever with you places (which, lets face it, if I had one, I would want to carry it around everywhere). I like the design, and the colors it comes in, so frankly other than the fact that the company sucks, and their CEO is an meanie face, this bag is awesome.
It’s innovative breathable fabric keeps you cool when your body temp rises, but it also has a heat bonded protection to keep the harsh winds and rain of fall and winter off your body. While it also comes in a jacket form, I get so overheated with jackets that the idea of running with a vest is so much more appeasing. This would be great for all my winter training, If only it came in Pink.
Erica at The Sweet Life, did a review on this vest, and it made me want one. But I am not running any marathons any time soon, and it carries 2L of water. While I drink a lot of water and could clear that during a half, it’s the fact I don’t need that much water during a race. But do you know someone who is training for a marathon? Do you know someone who is doing a bike race? Do you know someone who doesn’t like to carry water in their hands? If so this is the gift for them!
I would put shoes up here, but that is really something that you should get fitted for. With that said I love Brooks Shoes – The Ghost 5s have been a Godsend. GODSEND. With all of the injuries I’ve had I thought I would never be fully comfortable in shoes, and then I met these babies (in Pink even) and BAM. LOVE.
Keep running/lifting/swimming/ellipticalling/crossfitting/yoga-ing My Friends.
Husbands, Boyfriends, Dads, Brothers, Cousins, The Guy at the Coffee shop… he makes your latte just right. We all have someone on our gift list that is of the male gender.
I am biased because I have the women’s version of this watch, and I adore it. It’s simple, clean, and I just love the rose gold accent. The only difference on mine (other than the smaller face) is the numbers aren’t lines, they are little crystals! But back to the men’s watch. Comfortable soft leather strap, and gorgeous clear face plate. Classy!
First I will say I added this before I saw the price. The only reason I am keeping this is because the guy in the picture is pretty cute. So eye candy ladies. I like the sweater, I really do – but I think you’d be down right insane to spend that much on ONE sweater. If you know me and can afford this, I need to borrow some money.
I got this for Jason as a gift one time and he loves it. He thought it was the coolest thing ever and now it graces his desk at work. I am sure he solves a lot of problems by playing with it, and then he thinks ‘Man that Bethany is awesome. She’s the best.” The guy in your life could be saying the same about you. Just Saying.
Know someone who works in a windowless office, or a cubical kingdom? Wanna give them the moon and stars? Well now you can. Sometimes in a fit of anger I throw my head back and yell at the ceiling. This sight could very well stop me, and make me relax. Possibly. Unless I’m on a Government Conference Call.
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Most Christmas Wreaths are annoying and very old looking. This is awesome. I wouldn’t ever put it away. It would have a special place on my wall, if this were in my house, and I think my husband would agree. Plus it pulls in the gaming addiction that now my husband has finally come clean about to me.
You could always make a donation to the Humane Society of the United States and put it in the name of the person you are ‘gifting’. That way you do charity, gift, and get a warm and fuzzy at the same time.
And we can have less of these faces.
I hope this gave you some great ideas – or opened your mind to a different kind of gifting.
Sisters, friends, girl friends, even mom’s can benefit from this list! I love shopping for females because most of the time I can buy them things I will like, and because of my impeccable taste in everything – my gifts are always a big hit
I love simple jewelry. Just a cute little something that doesn’t scream statement when you want to be subtle or casual. While Statement and Flashy jewelry has a place – lord know I wear enough of it that is has to have a place – but this is great for a girl who doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry. Or for a mom who loves horses.
I think this is just incredibly beautiful. I love the enamel jewels mixed with the gemstones. It’s not too expensive as far as quality jewelry goes, and I think it’s subtle enough in the colors that it could be easily worn with work attire, jeans and a sweater on the weekend, or dressed up for a wedding or cocktail hour. I really like this piece and it might end up in my stocking this year as a gift to myself for being such an awesome person.
I know what you’re thinking…. “WHAT?!” But hear me out. It is a great piece because it works with monochrome outfits. If you are wearing a black cocktail dress to a holiday party this is going to be the center focal point of the outfit. You wouldn’t want it dueling with anything else. It’s ornate and loud, and chaotic, but that is what makes it beautiful. I love this piece, and it can also be worn casually underneath a chambray button shirt (two button’s undone only. We are Ladies here.).
Holidays are expensive, yo. May be you can’t afford the mentioned items above, so I bring you this beautiful, simple and elegant ring. Beautiful and poignant enough to be a right hand ring or small enough to be a pinky ring. I like it because of the Beauty and The Beast feeling I get from looking at it. I can bring it all back to Disney, folks.
(Also available in fuchsia and emerald) It’s cold guys, and girls love scarves. We just do. They make an outfit, and keep our necks – which are perpetually cold – warm. Plus, if thick enough, they can hold up our necks in 4 hour long meetings that we have no will to live through. Just a thought. I love this one, because the color scheme makes it go with anything.
Every girl that wears makeup, loves makeup brushes. I’m not sure about everyone else, but my brushes are gross after a certain amount of use, and frankly buying the expensive ones over and over again is kind of annoying, and makes Jason mad, so these are perfect! 5 Bucks? best gift/stocking stuffer ever!
These are so cute! You can never have too many pairs of sunglasses, I say. I love the flattering look for these, they go with most face shapes! Plus if they don’t work out, ModCloth has an amazing return policy.
I have not read this yet, I am waiting for Jason to finish it – BUT EVERYONE I know who has read this loved it. So I am guessing that you should most likely buy a copy for yourself while you are there. I am most likely going to steal this from Jason tonight. He can continue reading the Ikea Catalog.
You haven’t read this? What is wrong with you? It is an exquisite piece of literature that I think everyone should read. Anyone who has ever loved someone, fallen in love the fantasy world, or had a dream of being something bigger than they are. It has all of this. ALL OF IT. It’s like a beautiful song that you hear for the first time, and your entire world is turned upside down (Kind of like when I heard Expose’s “I’ll never get over you” for the first time). It’s that good. Better even.
I hope this gave you some ideas, or at least got the mental juices going to help you with the ladies in your life. As always check out the sites that these items come with, you may find something I missed and it will be perfect as a gift for that girl on your list!
If you have parents like mine, it can be a difficult to task to get the something. I used to split their gifts up, 1 for mom, 1 for dad, and then I realized, my mom is not hard to shop for… it’s my father. So I stick with joint gifts mostly.
So here is my guide to shopping for your parents as a Joint Gift!
Gone are the days where buying a vacuum cleaner is considered an insult. This thing is so cool, and it can be programmed to work a night, so you wake up with clean floors! What mom and dad wouldn’t like that?? PLUS if you have cats.. they will ride around on it. It’s true. Just google “CAT” and “ROOMBA”.
Do your parents seem constantly wired and broke? It’s most likely because they need coffee and are going to Starbucks more than 6 times a day. You should buy them an espresso machine to help feed their addiction for a nominal price in comparison to the lattes and con pannas they are buying throughout the day.
There is always some reason to boil water. If you are using a French Press, making tea, trying to get rid of evidence, someone in your house in labor – THE POSSIBILITIES ARE INFINITE. This Tea Kettle is awesome, because the handle is like impossible to “grip and slip” – have you ever dropped boiling water on your foot? Your skin melts off (HAPPY HOLIDAYS) and it’s gross. This will prohibit that from happening to your parents.
I love these. They are Game of Thrones meets The Tudors. Wait. That’s not right. Whatever. These are stylish, unique and very British. Who doesn’t want to be more British. I wish I was British. I wish I was in Britain. I wish I was in London. I’m moving to London. Bye.
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These are really cute, and I imagine them being used for things other than wine. Tequila shots, ice cream, cereal, toothbrush holder, dog water bowl. You name it. But they are cute enough to want, and cheap enough to replace if the dog.. er.. Dad, knocks one over.
When all else fails, a gift card and a picnic basket to their favorite place will always work. My parents love Barrel Oak Winery in Virginia, and every chance we get we venture out their with cheese crackers and chocolate. Its a great day as long as we have an open bottle of wine, 4 glasses, and conversation.
I hope this at least gave you some ideas on how to venture off into Holiday shopping this year, and may be even the perfect gift was nestled into this short list. Have fun, don’t spend too much, and remember that this season is more than just gift giving. Be with those you love the most, and hug them closer, every day is a gift, and all that jazz.