Oh Monday, why do you come so soon.

Hey girls! Hope the weekend was great for all of you. Mine was very productive, well that is after a Friday night spent in bed medicated on wine and ibuprofen .

I think the wine made everything better.

I have started running again getting ready for an upcoming 5k and also gearing up to start training for my first half-marathon.

Well, I have no idea what I did...maybe I am just so out of shape, but I have seriously hurt my back. I think a combination of running and my bad posture I now have from having a desk job are all factors in my back being jacked up.

Therefore I spent Friday night drinking some wine and laying on a heating pad(that didn't work but maybe I didn't realize that because of the wine) and watching bridezillas.

Exciting, right?

All you runners out there, any and all advice is welcome in getting over my back injury and just any running advice is welcome all together.

Saturday I actually did something useful with my time.

Shopping

It's what I do best, well what my mom and I do best.

Afterwards,I decided to actually put my countless hours spent on Pinterest to use and with the help of my mom, we made one of my "pins".

This OSU wreath, well it wasn't titled an OSU wreath, but that's what I decided it should be

I think it turned out pretty dang good, if you ask me.

See, my time spent not working or cleaning or sleeping or running is actually productive.

Yay, for Pinterest.

Oh, one more thing. I was asked to bring an appetizer to a baby shower on Saturday, I said I would help with a few things. I have no clue what to bring. Any of you ladies have some great appetizer recipes or could be a dessert or just whatever you think is good for a baby shower...any and all ideas are welcome and appreciated.

Thanks loves!

 

Adventures in Running

"I go running when I have to, when the ice cream truck is going sixty." Wendy Liebman

As you know I am venturing off to San Francisco at the end of July to spend the weekend with my best friends, drink a little wine, gallivant around the city, shop...oh and run this little thing called the San Francisco Marathon. Only, I am not running the marathon nor the half marathon like Miss Football...no, I am just running the 5k.

Just 3 miles.

3 miles is a lot for a non-runner like myself. I really want to be able to call myself a runner, you know. Like bring it up in a conversation. "Ya, I just ran 10 miles this morning...I'm a runner."

Well, I have been doing pretty good as of late, running early in the morning on the weekends before it gets miserably hot and running late in the evenings as it cools down.

So far I haven't had any issue's on the running trail. Everyone is friendly, we wave to each other and smile, we step aside and let people pass...it's like one big happy running family.

That is until the other night...in one night I was nearly attacked by a fox( or a look-alike fox, possibly a dog), a heard a serial killer lingering in the woods ( ok it might not have been a serial killer, too many episodes of criminal minds maybe?) and the kicker of them all...I got tripped by a punk 4 year old on a freakin tricycle.

If these aren't reasons enough to carry a taser, I don't know what is.