laundry day.

you know how i know today was the day that i needed to do laundry?

well i will tell you it was actually one of two ways to be exact. i had precisely 3 sports bras left, and absolutely zero doorknobs left to hang sweaty running clothes to dry.

now i realize that the second one is easily fixable, because running clothes dry rather quickly, but i am however am too lazy to move them into the laundry bin. and by running out of doorknobs i, in actuality, am saying that i may have worn the same pair of shorts three days in a row. judge away. judge away.

oiselle shorts for.the.win.

when it's early in the morning, i'm not out to make social calls. i am out to run. and if i am running in an all gray ensemble well then so be it. and while we are on that topic, i wear the monotone gray look a lot because again, whatever. it's early. and as i did laundry today i realized that i own a lot of heathered gray (grey, i still don't know and i've typed it 3 times) clothing.

and the heathering does not stop at gray. if it's heathered, odds are good to excellent i am going to like it. blue, pink, black, greay (see what i did there) i want it. it's becoming a bit of a problem.

i think i had a point to this post but odds are good to excellent i don't.  i blame the fact that i've eaten yogurt for the majority of my meals the past couple of days. it.is.just.so.good.

oh and i got my passport back in the mail yesterday. can't wait until november. come on nicaragua!

oh. hey there.

sometimes i blog, and sometimes i think i am too cool to actually blog (because clearly i am) but mostly it's because i am forgetful. read: lazy.

no relevance, but i totally concur

 but if we are being honest it's because i haven't really felt inspired to write blog posts or to run for that matter. my days are spent trying to figure out how i can travel the globe and surf. yes surf. ever since i came back from costa rica, i've had a tough time trying to get back into the running zone.

not that there is anything that is keeping me from running.

my boss goes to the gym at 830. so work isn't until like 10. hello morning run opportunity. also hello hug my bed for a little longer opportunities.

i got into the nike women's marathon in san francisco. it's the 10th anniversary. but it's in sanfran. and i don't know if any of you know this but flights over to the other side of the country are bloody expensive. that one is on the back burner at the moment.  the way back burner.  mainly because for the cost of a flight there i am going to nicaragua for 6 days...yea no brainer on that one...

summer morning runs are my favorite. summer morning runs are ya know in the morning.

all of these are lame reasons. and i know this. sooooooooo i surprised myself and have been running. and not like 2 days a week and i now believe i am an olympian running.

like actually running. using a gps watch and hauling my ass out of bed in the morning (and sometimes afternooons) and i lace up my sneaks (nerd alert) and i go run.

this happened today. nbd

today i actually went and met a bunch of girls i don't know, aside from one, and we are going to do a ragnar relay race. AND I AM SILLY EXCITED.

this is the first time in a long time i have been really excited about a race. weeeeeee

maybe, just maybe i think i might be back into the whole blogging game. fingers crossed. or not. do whatever you want. i'm not your mom.

also, the monster and i have been running in the mornings. it works out well. except that i kid you not when i say that every. single. damn. time. she stops 200ft in and shits. EVERY.TIME. so that's always fun.

walking it out

100th post

100th post.

so this happened this week.

i guess this means that i have to actually start running again and not just scheming ways to get back to surfing...

costa rica.

because my life is incredibly tough i haven't been around for the past week and a half or so, because well i was in costa rica and or preparing for costa rica.

so here is another post that is just pictures.

but i will say surfing in costa rica was one of the greatest experiences of my entire life. i will go on ahead and amend that to the absolute greatest experience of my entire life. i didn't want to come home and i am currently scheming a way to get back there.

liberia airport

whirligigs (that's what i call them at least)

first afternoon

first sunrise

crazy looking squirrel

new friends (with a side of exorcist head)

guaro sours. deadly

sunset

same night, different look

ingenuity at it's finest.

here's the thing. i really really like running, but i also really really like sleeping and beer. let's not forget about beer.

i actually am highly functional on very little sleep. well for the most part. give me a diet coke and i am up for days with these lemur eyes that just won't quit. yea, you're welcome for that.

maybe slightly more terrifying or less terrifying than that. i don't know people, you'd have to ask those around me. i can't see my own eyeballs. but i know for shit that is what my eyeballs feel like when i am all hopped on the caffeine.

i digress.

there was a point in this somewhere. and it was that i love running. i really do. i actually train better when i have absolutely nothing to train for. that being said, i was a big fat non runner last week. just didn't have it in me. got dressed like a runner, but never actually made it out the door. wearing the running clothes totally counts in my book. (i can flat call myself out, can't i?)

anyhows. so sunday i wanted to run. and i did run. but i took a very, very different approach than normal.

mostly in the fact that i watched netflix for the greater part of the morning, sat outside reading with the monster, and generally getting sidetracked from everything i was trying to do.

and then came time for the run. well sidetrack number 800 bajillion came into play. time for the monster to go home. time to talk business with ze boss (that's another story for a whole different blog). time for tasha to text me and ask if i want to meet for some muddled drinks.

WHY yes i would LOVE some muddled drinks my good friend.

so here's the dilemma, i have no time to run but i am wearing my running clothes. INGENIOUS idea pops into my head.

RUN. TO. THE. BAR. duh. it's so glaringly obvious why did i not think of this sooner?

i did just that. i ran to the bar. a little sweaty, and a little smelly, but damnit i wasn't about to miss out on the muddled's. so i had one of those and immediately switched to beer, because woof i was still dehydrated from friday's drink-a-thon (no bar running was involved then).

BUT then i literally ran into a problem. it's late and i still have to get home. albeit slightly tipsier than when i started this idea.

we are so white. and we love free shit. 

well what's a runner to do? well she runs home that's what she does.

there you have it folks. my ingenious solution still has a few kinks, but i am on board with it. it's efficient, i get to utilize my butt pocket in my shorts (and we all know how much i like that sucker), i still can hang with my friends, and you are guaranteed to sober up a smidge because well, ya know, you have to run home...

*no runners were harmed in this post*

this.

 

this. so perfect. 

having one of those overwhelming days where all i do is listen to music and think way too hard for way too long. 

oof.

life is a beach, i'm just playing in the sand.

because apparently my life is one big vacation.

or so it may seem. it's not i promise, but i have been away from technology for the most part until today.

i was at the beach. you caught me red handed.

i just can't stay away  from it's amazingness.

now, i did run though. almost everyday. except when it was raining, or i didn't want too. but really i ran 4 out of 6 days. okay fine it was 7.5 days, but who's counting?

so here is a picture recap for you of my week....

vitamin water is foul. but this, i am on board with this

freshly painted toes for the beach.

my coffee::mom's coffee

lunch time beer and tuna sandwich. believe it.

first sunset.

first beach day.

beachside flowers.

yes please.

SUMMER ALE

sandy toes, stormy skies, and a chobani snack.

sunscreen, sand, salt, and unwashed hair.

rainstorm happy hour

crazy clouds.

uh what alabama?

sport.

 dad surprised mom at the airport when she got home with a new dog. his name is sport, and he likes dad more than mom....my how the tides have changed.

oh and this happened. #WINNING