Bothersome Men in the Gym

I now go to my college facilities which are a little bit different than back at home. Different people and more creepy never the less. I do realize that I look rather young but college freshman, I think not.

Question for you:
What bothers you in the gym?

5k Open Water Swim

Okay it’s my last week in VA and what better way to spend it then by swimming a 5k at the beach.  No seriously.  When they decided to have it and I qualified for the race and whatnot it all sounded like a good idea at the time.  When that time was not the time I was actually swimming it.

Just kidding-it was really fun

Currently the east coast of VA and NC and random other spots are experiencing this. 

Smoke being blown upwards from the Dismal Swamp Fires.  We are at code orange!  Which apparently means old people and young people can’t go outside for very long.

So excited to swim in the smoke.

So imagine waking up to this and saying oh so now I have to hold my breath while swimming in salty water and breathing salt and smoke.  Oh goodie!  Seriously-mad props to you if you do athletics and smoke because I thought I was going to die and no I’m not advocating smoking.  In fact, if you know me I constantly say smokers are jokers.

So anywho back to the race.  When I got there I found out it was a run in start.  (I could have looked online but I got sidetracked) Well I can’t run so I entered the water in nearly the clear back.  I think some 90 year old ladies passed me into the water too.  If you don’t know-it’s great for the ego. 

Some people warm up...but not me.

There was a checkpoint half way (so 1.55 miles) and within that 1.55 miles, I passed at least half of the crowd.  I just felt strong like a powerhouse.  I don’t even know how to explain it but everything was going well and I found my swimming jive.  The current was terrible though and I got smashed by plenty of waves and rip currents.  I was begging the photography gods weren’t at the checkpoint to capture all the sand and crap that was probably on my face.  Swimming race photos are always ten times worse.

This was presand face.

I walked out to the checkpoint and two people ran and passed me but they weren’t  worth injuring my leg more.  Then I grabbed some water and they said numba 16 your split is 38:01 and you are in 23rd place.  I literally said oh kewl beans, is there sand on my face? Then hobbled back into the water.   (and fyi the camera men were all at the end of the race so I had time to brush my face off).

I continued to pass people and the current was going with us coming back so I was flying.  I literally told myself damn girl you are like Micheal Phelpsing this shizz.  (I wish you could hear my thought process during swimming…it would probably amuse you.  I love swimming with the current-it is like ultimate lazy river style.  I did the second half of the race in 33 minutes which is about a 20 minute mile.  Which is awesome because my lazy ass has not been swimming as much as I should!

I finished strong at the end and by strong I mean I got my injured race walk down to finish up the beach.  I ended up finishing 3rd overall for ladies and first in my age group!  Wahooo.

Love me some open water swimming.

After laying on the beach for a while, the daddykins and I walked back the 3.1 miles because we somehow missed the bus.  Oh well and it was an enjoyable walk and we stopped for pancakes on the boardwalk.  For those of you who want to come to VA Beach, there are plenty of pancake places and I will take to you every single one of them!

Yes they are twice the size of my hand because that is how I roll.

Questions for you:

1.       Do you like being in the ocean?  Leisurely, floating or actual swimming?

2.       Do you take good race photos? 


Lessons from the Wounded Part 1

In this month of not running, I have come to realize that I am more than an athlete.  It is hard to explain if you have never been in the situation but I am more than a runner.  More than a swimmer.  More than an aerobics teacher.  More than a student, sister, daughter, best friend, blogger, weirdo… I am a collection of things-random things-but lots of things.  I have really discovered a lot of life lessons  in this last month and mushy as you will I want to share them with you.  I used to do some sort of variation where I would share interesting facts about my life on Fridays versus food blogs, or blogs about athletics.  Which, now that my seasons are starting to gear up again, I guess I am more inclined to do more fitness related blogs.  But anyways-I’m going to bring back Factual Fridays, and bring to them more of inspirational people in my life that I fail to mention on the blog.

At the beginning of the summer-I sought out negativity.  True story.  I could tell you the 1 bad thing out of 100.  I just got 9th of 1000 females in a race, but it wasn’t 8th.  I’m top 16 in our conference but I’m not top 8.  I would do it with people too.  Oh she is gorgeous but she has a chipped nail.  You know, I’m a knit picker.  Not a good quality-I’ll be the first to admit.

But I think I have grown up a little bit-or maybe a lot. 


So thus, as Snoop Dog says in California girls, Greetings loved ones, lets take a journey”

And that is where we need to go.  Farther back then college and my high school days, we are talking all the way back to middle school.   Most of the time, I try and forget those days because they aren’t exactly highlightable moments, however, a couple months ago, one of my good friends D’Angelo reached out to me and made me remember the good times.  D’Angelo and I don’t need to talk everyday to know that we are close.  I can honestly say, if I were to pick a handful of influential people in my life, he would be in the hand. 

D’Angelo has taught me a lot in life and the last 8 or so years we have been close.  He never took anything too seriously, and I love it.  I used to be so freaking scheduled.  If you aren’t on my schedule.  Forget about it.  I am timely, I am organized, I do not deviate.  I run at this time.  Class. Swimming.  Secondary run.  Eat. Sleep.  If you can’t roll that way, then you can’t roll with me.

But D’Angelo is much different from that.  He was so carefree and never got his panties (presuming he wasn’t wearing panties…in a bunch).   He truly cares about each and everyone of his friends and I swear I could call him from school at one in the morning to chat about my issues and he would understand.  Like I said, we stayed close throughout middle and high school and I know for a damn well fact I wouldn’t be the same person if it wasn’t for him.  He doesn’t put up with crap and he’ll most certainly call you out on it and I love it because I do the same thing.

In fact, when I was chosen for senior homecoming court, I could think of no one else better to be my escort. 

Well.  Where does this all lead to?

Today I got brunch with D’Angelo and it was fabulous.  Although no pictures of food today I eased into the fact of my blogging.  I knew he would understand of course. I don’t tell too many in high school about the blog, because quite frankly I don’t talk to them.  But I knew D’Angelo would totally understand.  It might have been a little creepy though that I had said I already typed up a post all about you.  True life, makes you want to be my real life bestie.  Anywho-I had a black fin crab omelet.


So my blogging besties.  If you take any life lessons out of my blog besides pancakes fuel champions….Do not get your panties in a bunch.  Oh and a total quoatable moment from D because I love him.  “I’m so glad to surround myself with attractive people, now when I look in the mirror, I don’t have to say there is only one beautiful person in the room.  I can say two”

Question for you:

Tell me about an inspirational person in your life.

Ode to the Cav

Ode to the Cav and all it’s barbed wire glory.

The Cav closed on Sunday for the summer.  Yes, I do realize that it closes very early in the season as well as opening very late.  In fact, it’s only open for 7-8 weeks of the summer depending on the City’s mood.  I really love working there though (if you call it that).

This summer was no exception and possibly one of the best summers.  Why, well first, Anna was working there!  Speaking of Anna, also affectionately known as aDuBs, she is updating her blog again so I can stalk her when school starts and you should too.  True Story!

But back to the Cav.  This summer was a lot of fun.  We didn’t have any major crisis as in previous years (because I run a tight ship).  There were of course rescues from kids who think they can swim in the 9 feet, and a few little children.  One girl ended up being pulled out unconscious but she was okay.  🙂

The most memorable moment was a few weeks ago when a pool came to the pool was a sword.  We are pretty sure he was on drugs, and earlier in the day he had chased a man down the street with the thing.  The police were actually looking for him, and he was immediately arrested in the field near the pool.

The Cav happens to be right on the way to my favorite mall and Anna and I thought, why not go see if people were hoping the fence at night.  They normally do, and do god knows what in the pool in the after hours but that isn’t my responsibility and I’m having a sleepover there to find perpetrators.  The police do a good job of that.

We took underwater photos.

How I managed to creep from so far baffles my mind.
And had hugh jazz farm fresh salads almost every day for lunch.  (That is legit where my paychecks went).

Oh and Anna and I thought it would be fun to climb in the turnstile that used to let patrons in.  Too bad it has been all shut up.  I wish I knew how to make it not on it’s side but I’m not that technology savvy.

But I mostly did a lot of this.  I am a true professional deck patroller.  I don’t know why kids thought I was scary but I’m pretty sure it was because I had reflective sunglasses.

peace out.


Question for you:

Do you enjoy your job? What do you do?

I ran and I liked it.

Forgive me.  I’m typing from my touch screen phone while sitting in a car.  I can’t even text on the thing. I will have more insightful posts soon…if you call them that.

To update you with my life I have run Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and hopefully today because I’m pain free.  Just 1 or so miles.  But it’s joyous. the first two were solo style, the second was with my dog).

Call the ostriches because they have their bestie back.  Oh and for some reason Katy Perry’s “I kissed a girl” song has been stuck in my head.  No-I did not kiss any girls.  But you can metaphorically somehow relate that to how I just started running and I can’t get enough.

On that note I am going to nap now because I’m hella tired.

This is the photo of how happy I was when I started running after my heel fractures. I haven't taken a new one so here ya go. I can't go double posting with no photos in either. (oh and FYI this is what I run in late March in Upstate. Yes it was about 35 degrees that day. Yes I ran about 1 mile and never warmed up. Oh the good times)

PPS: It just took me about an hour to type this.  #madphoneskill

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