All the feelings about running

So I used to hate running. Like, “Hate hate hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely,” kind of hate.

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Me when I’m charting my running course (“The Grinch”)

My husband has been a runner as long as I’ve known him (since freshman year in college). And I’ve always been like, ha yeah, have fun with that. But in my upperclassman years, I took this class called “Figure Improvement” and Coach had us run EVERY. SINGLE. CLASS. Now, I think it was a MW class, so it was short, but for this girl (who swam in grades four through ten because “I don’t like people to see me sweat”) it was a lot of running. For one of our final classes, we had to run the two mile loop around campus UP the HILL. If you have been to WKU, you know about walking up the hill. And it’s brutal. Anyway, I’m going to be real, I couldn’t do the loop without stopping to walk. But I was in first place until the very end when three girls came out of nowhere and passed me. LIKE WHAT THE WHAT. Rude. But I kept running, and couldn’t help but feel like I could do it!

Then, I moved in with my (then fiancé, now husband’s) grandma a few months before we got married, he would come over and run with me after I would get off work a few days a week. That was in fall 2014, and we kind of fell off the wagon when we got married because it was a) December and not ideal running weather and b) I still thought I hated running then.

My husband ran a half-marathon this past April 2016 (13.1 miles). I went with him to cheer him on, and I saw all the people who were there to run, and unlike I thought, most of them didn’t look particularly fit like I imagined. They were an inspiration to me. “I could do this,” I thought. So then, this past summer, I started running semi-regularly. Like, in May, I ran 29.3 miles for the whole month (which is the most I’ve ever ran. Not a lot for some people, but a lot for me).

I’ve found that I really enjoy setting goals that I didn’t think I would surpass, and then finding I could. Running has been a stress reliever, and I enjoy time to myself to clear my mind. I have run while listening to Spotify, or podcasts, or sermons from other preachers/lessons I’ve missed. I track my miles using my Nike Running app, which seems to work fine for my purposes.

Then, in September, I thought I was going to beat my miles for May, but at the very end of the month I hurt my foot. So I haven’t run since then. I am such a perfectionist personality, sometimes I find myself feeling like, if I don’t do it perfectly, I’ve failed, and there’s no point to trying at all. Silly, I know. I try to remember Tony Horton’s mantra from P90X, which I personally feel should be everyone’s mantra at all times:

Do your best. Forget the rest.

Especially for perfectionist psychos like me who can forget that so easily. You can only do what you can do. So get out and do SOMETHING.

Pizza night(s)

It seems like every weekend night is pizza night for my husband and I. We love it. Basically pizza of any kind, we’re NOT picky. Like we had it every night for dinner this past weekend. LOL. I told you we LOVE pizza.

Anyway, sometimes, it makes me feel a little bleh because of all the crust. So my mom shared this recipe with me for low carb pizza, and it’s pretty spectacular, if I do say so myself. It’s super easy.

Here are all the ingredients you need/want:

  • Toppings of choice (mine are: pepperonis / jalapeños)
  • Pizza Sauce
  • Mozzarella (said in an accent like Giada)
  • LOW CARB TORTILLAS
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Do you like my filter?

Anyway, once you have all these toppings, it’s pretty self explanatory-just assemble as you would a pizza. But here are the steps for my friends who like lists (like I do).

  1. I use a cookie sheet and put aluminum foil on top.
  2. Then I place the tortilla on it and spread the pizza sauce all around.
  3. Next comes the cheese. Really load it up because this is a personal pizza and I personally love cheese.
  4. Then add whatever toppings you want.

Here’s what mine looked like pre-baking:

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Get a little messy with it.It’s Friday night!

Pretty delish, right?

And then, I settled in on the couch for about 15-20 minutes while it cooked at 350 degrees fahrenheit (I’m going to be honest and let you know I had to use spellcheck with fahrenheit… thank you technology!). And voila, the finished product:

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Getting ready to binge watch Gilmore Girls while the hubs studies all night, amirite?

Pictured with my beverage of choice (Fresca!) and my chips of choice (the russet brown UTZ chips that I can only seem to find down south).

Also, I got this cool pumpkin jar at Walmart for $5 bucks, which was awesome. I don’t like candy corn but my husband does, and when your spouse is in med school, it’s the little things that can make his days a little better.

Christmas is here (in my house, anyway)

This may cause some controversy, but today I’m putting up Christmas decorations. I know, I know, Thanksgiving is less than two weeks away. But I firmly believe in celebrating both holidays together. Why? Because they both revolve around getting together as a family and rejoicing in our blessings. I want to soak that up as much as possible.

Secondly, my husband and I trade off our holidays each year with our families. So, we miss out on a large chunk of enjoying the fall and Christmas decorations in our home either way.

Thirdly, I love traditions. I apparently was born with a deep-seated love for family traditions. I say I was born with it because I don’t really know where that comes from. When I was little, I was the unofficial keeper of the traditions and would become irritated (to put it lightly) if we forgot about one/neglected one. When I got married about two years ago, one of my fears was losing out on my favorite Christmas traditions (which include but are not limited to: decorating cookies while watching Christmas movies, drinking egg nog when putting up decorations, quoting every word to “The Santa Clause,” eating Skyline Chili and Graeter’s on Christmas Eve, receiving pajamas on Christmas Eve to wear on Christmas morning, etc.). Guess what? My husband, Beau, is all about humoring me in re: my traditions. And we have had a great time making new ones, like getting a hot chocolate from Starbucks and driving around looking at Christmas lights. And buying a special ornament that pertains to our year for a mini tree we have. And having a real wood-burning fire in our fireplace. And going Christmas shopping together while I wear an embarrassing Christmas sweater with elf ears on Christmas Eve.

Seesh, I can’t wait to get started. I’ve got a busy schedule ahead of me. And you’re wondering, “What’s this crazy Christmas elf in guise of a human woman talking about?”

TBH, I’m just trying to justify my extreme Christmas fervor. SHUT UP AND LET ME DO IT WITHOUT COMPLAINING OKAY.

Love you all. Merry Thanksgiving and Happy Christmas!

Welcome, friends!

Hello, and welcome to my new blog.

It seems like everyone and their brother has a blog these days, so I’m sure what I have to say isn’t that special or different than them (what I’m trying to say is that this blog is for my own enjoyment).

I graduated from Western Kentucky University in 2014 with a bachelor’s in English and a minor in digital advertising. Since then, I haven’t felt like writing. I felt drained from all those papers in college. However, for the last few months or so, I’ve been getting the itch again, and this is my way to get started. Thanks for listening to my ramblings, hopefully I can entertain some of you along the way.