It’s A Long Road To Wisdom

I am missing my morning coffee something fierce this morning and I mostly blame last night’s Prickly Pear Margaritas.

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Ok, ok and the White Peach Margarita.
And the red wine.
Yes, definitely the red wine.
(Should I bust out the old school Wake Up Mix? Only time will tell.)

*****As an aside Roxy has such an awesomely delicious (and easy to make Paleo) Happy Hour if you are local. Also a pretty rad local meat share program that you can order from and then pick up at the restaurant or at the Farmer’s Market right by my house! Hmmmm…noted! Anyway, I digress.*****

We stepped out of our Wednesday night comfort zone last night to head downtown and see The Lumineers with some of our favorite CrossFit peeps. Christian + Kat own our CrossFit box, so obviously they rule, and Melissa and Brad, among other things, are really really really ridiculously good looking. :)

Here, let me show you a nice picture where we all look really cute and hip and downtown-ish:

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Oh wait. I guess you’re just going to have to trust me on this one. (PS – it took about 27 tries to get that one blurry shot. Car Photos, for the win!)

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The venue is a great one (small, intimate club that understands appropriate volume) and the band was ON POINT! I loved that at the beginning of the show they asked everyone to just put down the camera phones and enjoy the evening. So that is exactly what I did. And it was a blast!

Back in the day when Garrett and I were hip, young, whipper-snappers instead of old, routinized, suburban professionals we used to see A LOT of live shows. Heck, I remember when we used to head down to San Francisco mid-week and see live shows. (WE ARE WAAAAAAAAAY TOO OLD FOR THAT, NOW.) And there is part of me that misses that Saturday Night Lifestyle seven nights a week, but it is also so nice to regularly live a Tuesday Night Lifestyle and unleash that old version of yourself every once in a while.

Old life but with new awesome lens, you know?

I’ve been thinking about this so much lately because in many ways our lives are somewhat repetitive right now. We’re a well-oiled machine, our lives are very intentional, and we have simplified things a great deal in the past couple of years — less rock star living and more hitting the gym and cooking good meals at home. We rib each other a lot about our senior citizen habits, yet we wouldn’t have it any other way. But we’re also in the midst of a lot of changes: new jobs, new relationships with friends and family, new career opportunities, heck we have a new dog! And on top of that we are trying to usher in an entirely new phase of life (YAY for marriage and babies and all that domestic-ness!)

It’s an interesting place to be in your life when everything is very much the same, but also VERY MUCH ABOUT TO BE DIFFERENT. But I’m enjoying it. We’re enjoying it. And every once in a while a random Wednesday night with delicious cocktails, tasty food, good people and a great soundtrack reminds you of how good you have it. And those experiences are ALWAYS worth it, even it does make a caffeine-free Thursday morning a little rough. :)

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Two Days of Turquoise

Last weekend was oddly busy.

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Obviously there was lots of beer and wine to drink and cheese to eat pre-Whole 30, but also in the span of 48 hours we watched the Olympic Opening Ceremonies while partaking in British Themed Menu, attempted to attend a wedding where the groom rode in on a horse, worked our asses off in the gym – partly, of course, to work off that British Themed Menu (I did so many overhead squats MY ABS ARE SORE. That’s a lot of squats. 50 to be exact!), drank beer at one of our favorite breweries while watching Beach Volleyball right before enjoying basil gimlets at a swanky restaurant, watched an awesome fashion show, listened to DJ Shadow and lamented our aging, danced like crazy people while watching Chromeo perform, cooked a lot of Whole 30 approved food, and helped friends christen their newly remodeled kitchen. Honestly, I’m tired just writing about it, but it was a damn good time.

Friday started with basically all of the brown and yellow food.
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Delicious food, but still. Can I get some chives up in here to dress that up or something? I made a Paleo version of this Shepherd’s Pie recipe and served it along side some of Mel’s delicious Paleo Scotch Eggs. AMAZING, all of it, but I totally should have made a salad. What did you think of the Opening Ceremonies? I liked that it was whacky and centered around music, but I know it got panned by a lot of folks.

Saturday I did the following workout and then wanted to die:
Run 800 m
200 double unders
150 sit ups
50 Overhead Squats @ 65lbs
Run 400 m

No pictures of that. Just imagine a giant pile of sweat and spandex. That’s what I looked like. :)

I did take pictures of my Saturday night outfit and my Sunday afternoon outfits though…
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On the left: Pants: Gap Always Skinny Skimmer (cropped) in Turquoise, Tank: scored at Ross. Some weird brand. Shoes: Merona. (old) Love you Target! Earrings: Target (old)

On the Right: Tank: Old Navy (old) Skirt: Gap Outlet (old) Shoes: Mossimo Target

I guess I was in a turquoise mood this weekend! Not a surprise, it is basically my favorite color. Saturday night we went to an event called Launch that was a giant festival of fashion/music/art. We went out to support Garrett’s friend Nicole who designs pretty amazing clothing with her main squeeze Justin. I figured if there was any night that I could get away with wearing skin tight turquoise pants, it was at a fashion event, right? Check out some of the FREAKING AWESOME looks:

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photos courtesy of Shannon Schureman

Creative people make me happy.

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After the fashion show DJ Shadow and Chromeo were performing which was just an absolutely fun combo. The people watching during DJ Shadow was ON. POINT. Lots of girls in way-too-short skirts gyrating with men wearing jeans that were just a little too skinny. It was funny. We felt old. But then Chromeo came out and we were back in our element. I do not have a single running mix on my ipod that does not include Chromeo. They are hilarious and great workout music. Highly recommend!

Sunday I went to Costco to get Whole 30 ready. Check out this overflowing grocery cart!
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We’re as ready as we’ll ever be, I think.

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Then in the afternoon we went to a Kitchen-warming party. Wait, wait…a what??? Friends of ours just remodeled their kitchen so they threw a BBQ to test out the new digs. Lots of good sangria, good people and good food. Also? BOCCE BALL. Which is seriously super fun and totally not a random senior citizen game as I may have previously thought. :)

I can’t believe we crammed all of that in to our weekend. But I guess it’s good since we have managed to orchestrate a pretty calm August. I’m planning to sleep a lot, workout a lot, cook a lot, and watch a loooooooooooooooooooooooot of TV. (Guilty Pleasure Goal! What???)

Holy crap, you guys…AUGUST IS TOMORROW. I don’t know where the time goes!

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A Little of This…

I workout on Monday nights at 5pm. Then I hit up the Tuesday morning class at 5 AM, thus working out twice in twelve hours which honestly, sounds a lot worse than it is. Then I don’t workout again until Wednesday at 5pm which ends up giving me an entire day and a half off which feels like a rest day, even though I’m still getting in 3 workouts in 3 days. The efficiency of this makes me absolutely FULL OF GLEE! You are probably shaking your head right now thinking that I am one card short of a full deck but that’s ok — I take my glee where I can get it. Every once in a while though I do think about this line in an old Mimi Smartypants post and get a chuckle.

I enjoy making lists and spreadsheets and plans of attack, but I can get a little obsessed with efficiency. When things get really bad I realize that I am not only multitasking, but mentally rerouting my actual steps to maximize my efforts (I will take the laundry downstairs and bring X and Y on the way, that will save me a trip, blah blah blah). There is no prize for doing everything correctly, you know? At the end, we’re all just dead, no matter how sensibly and rationally we complete our activities of daily living.

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Oh, speaking of Workouts, I made this early this morning. Yes, that is my CrossFit Games competitor profile. Now don’t everyone start laughing at once. I feel kind of dumb mentioning it, but I’m pretty sure I’ve told you more embarrassing things, so hey.

Anyone can participate in the CrossFit Games Open and lots of people at my box are playing along so we are all being encouraged to sign up just to build up camaraderie in the box and to have the experience of participating. I waited until the last possible minute because I kept telling myself I had no business doing it because I’m not one of The Best Athletes in the Box, and then this morning I just decided what the hell! It will be fun to see how I stack up against other athletes participating (If I can even do all of the workouts at all.) So I’m doing it. Whatever.

(But secretly, I’m a little nervous even though it’s NO BIG DEAL.)

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I’ve been basically obsessed with reading Ready Player One for a bit (albeit slowly since my reading time this month has still been in short supply) but all the silly gaming and movie references have me wanting to lock myself in my house and watch terrible 80s movies. For a silly bit of nostalgia Garrett and I procured The Wizard the other day and I can’t wait to pop that bad boy in. I loved that movie back in the day! Also I’m pretty sure I spent the 80s wanting to BE Jenny Lewis, which frankly is not that far from how I feel today. HELLO?? She is freaking adorable!

You know Troop Beverly Hills is next on the docket, right? Well, that or Ladyhawke.

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Speaking of movies, I have EPICALLY failed at watching the Oscar contenders. This is why I am vowing that March will be the Month of Fun! I have spent a lot of time in January and February being productive and efficient, but you know what: EVERYBODY DIES AT THE END and there is no extra credit for being productive every god damn day. So March: Month of Fun!!! And do you know what is getting me all riled up about that? Making my Spring Bucket List.

There will be brunches.
There will be wine tasting picnics with friends.
There will be Theater Tickets.
There will be creativity.
There will be dress buying.
There will be Trail Runs.
There will be reading.
There will be PRs in the gym.
There will be self-tanner experimentation (HA!)
There will be awesome Paleo cooking.
There will be a Plan of Attack to lose THE FINAL FORTY. (Yep, I’m only 40 lbs away from the lightest I’ve ever been in my adult life. Could you die? I could die.)

And more importantly I will get back to posting some fun stuff around here that isn’t just me blabbering about many unrelated things at once. But I love you all indulge me in that anyway.

What are you looking forward to doing this Spring? My bucket list isn’t set in stone yet. I’m down to hear some suggestions!

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Productivity: The Soundtrack (vol. 1)

I mentioned on Sunday that this was going to be a busy week and that is no joke. Generally when I have a busy week at work or at home I make a list, pop in some headphones and turn on an album that will make an hour go by without me even noticing. Sure I could probably craft some super hip playlist that was good for productivity also, but that would require me to actually BE super hip, and that just sounds like a lot of work. I own more than one pair of skinny jeans, can’t I just get a pass? So when I’m being productive I just like to find entire albums that rule, that way I can hit play, not think about anything and just hear some cohesive music without thinking too much. And sometimes (shocker!) I even listen to the CD VERSION! I mean, so retro, yes?

I tend to skew a bit electronic/dance when I want to get my ass in gear, but there are some other gems below too. Here are 5 of my favorites to pop in when I need to get some stuff done in a snap:

1. Cut Copy – In Ghost Colours

What it sounds like:
If Pet Shop Boys had a love child with that outfit you wore back in that 80s that was all neon and mesh. It’s a bunch of Aussie’s making dance music. You can’t help but shake your booty and get things done.

Sample Track:

2. Crystal Castles – Crystal Castles

What it sounds like:
Like your younger brother is playing video games in the other room. But cooler. I mean, they are from Toronto and isn’t that where all the hip music comes from? Oh no, wait that’s Montreal. Yeah, I’m not really a bastion of coolness, but I will tell you this album is $5 and weird and fun and totally productivity inducing!

Sample Track:

3. Fischerspooner – Odyssey

What it sounds like:
I would describe it myself but someone who reviewed it on Amazon so eloquently said that it was a cocaine fueled super model meets an art teacher, or something to that effect, and that is good enough for me.

Sample Track:

4. Sunset Rubdown – Random Spirit Lover

What it sounds like:
I will use any excuse to put this album on, but productivity is always a good one. It sounds like Peter Brady singing in the voice-losing episode of The Brady Bunch, except more pleasantly discordant. One of the most amazing things I have ever seen was this band performing live and sounding JUST LIKE THIS but in person. How someone with such a wacky voice can sound so good live is a mystery to me. And before you know it, I’ve spent an hour thinking about that while accomplishing everything on my to do list. BAM! Productivity!

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5. The Unicorns – Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Gone?

What it sounds like:
The soundtrack to the first year of Garrett and I dating. Although I realize this will not help YOU be productive, I thought I would share it since we were talking about pleasantly discordant music. It kind of sounds like drunk kids messing around in their garage but writing lyrics that involve words like “genuflect.” Dude, not gonna lie, I had to look it up when I first heard that song. Anyway it’s brash, a little hairy, and fun to sing along with.

Sample Track:

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When you are ready to annihilate your To Do List, what is first on your playlist?

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Date Night

I probably should be telling you what’s for dinner, but I haven’t actually dragged my booty to the grocery store and probably won’t until tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. I did, however, take a 3 hour nap after sleeping in until 10 am, so you know: Very Accomplished, and all that.

We went to the Bay Area last night to see Beirut and it was SO! FUN! It involved going out to dinner and seeing a concert at a big fancy theater. Seriously, it looks like this on the inside:

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Fancy, right? I drank my gin and tonics with my pinky in the air all night.

But because we decided to drive back to Sacramento after the show, we didn’t go to bed until well after 2 AM and since we are old folks, obvs we need a day to recover. Hence, no grocery shopping. Actually I’m pretty sure I still have morning breath at 6pm. And my outfit is super awesome. Maybe I’ll take a picture of it. Oh wait, that’s right I DON’T HAVE ANY DESIRE TO TAKE A PICTURE OF ANY OUTFIT OF MINE AGAIN EVER. Just kidding! Sort of. But a girl definitely needs a break after 30 days of it, let me tell you.

So Beirut was amazing, my outfit right now is ridiculous and my football pool choices today would not make Charlie Sheen shout incoherently if you know what I’m saying, but all in all it has been a fantastic weekend. And on that note, I’m going to get back to guarding the couch. You never know who could try and take advantage of it.

While I’m gone, here’s a little sample of Beirut for your listening pleasure. I mean, any band that can make playing the accordion, cello, tuba, trumpet, trombone and ukelele look hip is pretty amazing, right? How can you not love that?

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Smooth Is The New Skinny?

I basically hate Rob Thomas of Matchbox 20 and, poor thing, it isn’t even his fault.  I actually blame it all on Santana and that god awful song “Smooth” that was officially 1999’s Most Overplayed Hit. If you just had to click on that link to remind yourself of the song I am talking about, know that I am envious of your ignorance. 

Fun Fact:  I just fell down a Rob Thomas rabbit hole and found out that he originally wanted George Michael to collaborate with Santana on that song (Thomas originally wrote it for someone else)  and man if I don’t feel like I just dodged a bullet since I probably would have grown to hate George Michael too!  Then instead of throwing away all of my Matchbox 20 albums what if I had thrown out all my Wham! Records?  OHMYGAWD, a world without Wham! is not a world I want to live in.
(Collective sigh of relief for a minute.  Wham! Rap FOREVER. )

So all the Rob Thomas talk is because I heard “Smooth” this afternoon and not only did I NOT feel even one iota of rage, but I listened to it all the way through!  I KNOW.  Are you dead from shock?  Don’t Die! Come back to me!  Please?  Because I am about to tie this into weight loss and cross-dressing, and that is fucking impressive I think.  Besides, what else are you going to do right now?  Fall down a Rob Thomas rabbit hole?  I Do Not Recommend. 

I didn’t turn the station because it reminded me of a text message I once got from my cousin Kelly when her in laws came to visit.  They were driving up from LA one weekend and upon their arrival Kelly sent me a text that said:  OMG, my father in law just rolled into my driveway in a shiny new mini-van blaring Rob Thomas and Santana’s “Smooth.”  And this struck me as so hilarious in that moment.  I mean, right now, I want you imagine your in-laws rolling up in your driveway in a brand new shiny minvan bumping Rob Thomas and Santana? Or bumping anything for that matter IN A MINIVAN?  I dare you not to laugh.  And when that song came on today I had a little perspective shift.  Instead of having PTSD flashbacks to 1999 as per usual, I thought of Kelly’s awesome Father-in-Law and his (obvs) awesome mini-van and enjoyed the entire song. 

Perspective shifts are magical!  Like Unicorns!

And speaking of laughing hysterically and perspective shifts, two people called me skinny at work today.  This has happened with an increasing frequency over the last few weeks and I drop dead of shock Every. Single. Time.  Mostly because the truth is, whether I have lost weight or not, I could still give the majority of NFL Linemen a run for their money if we were standing on scales next to each other.  I definitely do not associate the word skinny with myself.  I am not even close to my goal weight, and at 5’10 and NOT of tiny bone structure, I’m not afraid to tell you that my goal weight is somewhere around 175lbs. I KNOW!  That probably makes some of YOU want to drop dead of shock. 

But here’s the thing, at 175lbs I’m pretty sure I will look strong and hot as hell, so don’t die!  Get out your smelling salts one more time and come back to me, would ya?  Pretty please? 

(Boy all of this dropping dead is getting a little exhausting, but I have to admit a part of me just died inside just telling you about my goal weight in like, actual numbers.  But we’re all friends here, right internet?  So why shouldn’t I let you in on that goal!  175lbs it is!) 

So this other thing that I wanted to let you in on?  Was how I made Garrett try on women’s clothing the other night.  I know *kinky* right?  Speaking of dropping dead, Garrett just dropped dead of embarrasment because I told THE INTERNET that he wears women’s clothes.  All of his fears that his girlfriend is a blogger without boundaries have come true. MWAHAHAHAHA. 

Seriously though, it was only jeans, and I made him do it out of sheer curiosity that I promise to explain.  He is a good sport, that Garrett, that’s why I keep him around (see also: The Cuteness.) He goes along with these flights of fancy that I have and doesn’t even really look at me funny anymore when I write about it on the internet.  Can you believe I never even put that on my wish list of Character Traits In My Dream Man?  Single ladies, this trait is underrated.  Add this to your lists immediately.  It is worth its weight in entertainment value alone. 

So I made him try on women’s jeans not because I am crazy/kinky/cool, but because we were hanging out with my family the other night and everyone kept telling him how skinny he was and how he is going to waste away to nothing and OMG DO YOU EAT?  THE HORROR.  Yes, he has lost some weight.  Actually over 10% of his body fat since we started CrossFit and went Paleo, and now at 5’11 he weighs in at just about 175 lbs.   And, whoa whoa, wait a second — that number sounds familiar doesn’t it? 

That is THE number. Only, you know he’s a boy.  So of course I made him try on a bunch of different jeans to figure out what size he would be in women’s clothing.  And guess what?  HE FITS INTO A SIZE 12.  I mean what a freakin’ waif.  You better watch yourself, Kate Moss. 
No one can get over how svelte he looks, but you know if he was a woman, he would technically be a Plus Sized Model and most brands of “Investment Jeans” wouldn’t even sell his size, FATTY FATTY FAT PANTS.
  
And those Size 12 jeans he was trying on?  Are the jeans that I *hope* to fit into when I get to my goal weight.  My own personal skinny jeans.  But the truth is, I don’t even know how I feel about that word skinny anymore anyway?   Do I really want to be *skinny*?  I don’t know.  I’ll tell you what I do know though:  I am working hard.  I am a work in progress and that is okay.  I am doing my best to become a healthier person so hopefully someday we can have kids and I can tell them about how their dad used to dress up in womens’ clothes.   Well okay, maybe not that exactly. 
I know I’m doing my best to learn about how my body works and what is healthy for me.  And I’m also working hard to make sure that throughout this process I continue to look in the mirror and like what I see.  Not just physically, but emotionally.  And most of the time that last part involves some serious shifts in perspective.  It’s a process, you all, but I’ll tell you what — if I can shift my perspective enough to listen to an entire Rob Thomas song after 10 years of wanting to stick my finger in my eye every time I hear it, then frankly I can probably shift my entire perspective on almost anything.

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I Thought I Told You That This Should Stop

So have we all heard P. Diddy/Puff Daddy/Puffy/Sean John/Sean Combs’ new(ish) song? I don’t even want to say “new” because this is Sacramento and I know we get music months after it is actually released, so how about we agree on calling it The One Currently Being Completely Overplayed? Also, sheesh — why doesn’t he just do everyone a favor and pick a symbol he wants to represent him like Prince did, and then fade away into obscurity. Unless of course he wants to invite me to his Annual White Party so I can celeb-gawk — then of course, I will RSVP in the affirmative to whatever name he pleases. I have nothing against that particular song, but I do find it weird that he is still giving shout outs to Biggie and saying “I thought I told you that we don’t stop.”  Mostly because according to my calculations that line has been used in just about every one of his songs since 1997. Why don’t you try some new material, buddy?  Bust out some bible verses like you did for Danity Kane or something.  Look deep inside, there’s gotta be something underneath all that Gucci.  

But then I got to thinking about other hip hop/pop songs, specifically the new (to me) J.Lo song that features Pit Bull (who I have a totally unexplainable crush on — why? I HAVE NO IDEA) and he’s hollering “Mr. Worldwide” over and over just like he does in oh, every one of his other songs, and I’m like – WHAT’S THE DEAL with the rappers these days? (That was my best Jerry Seinfeld impersonation right there.)  Is this the cool thing to do now, have a catch phrase? And then I died because even though I said it in my head I was basically making a “Is this what the kids do these days…” type of statement and we all know that means I am one step away from yelling at someone to get off my lawn.


So speaking of random songs, Keri Hilson’s song Pretty Girl Rock  may have the dumbest first verses in all of hip hop. But don’t worry if you don’t hear it all the first time, she repeats herself. And then goes on to say she is “sweeter than a swisher,”  and I find this sort of shocking.  I mean, I get that it rhymes and that’s sort of the point, but really? A cigar, Keri? I mean, I get that “sweeter than Volcanic Nectar Blue Agave” doesn’t have the same ring to it, but I have to think there is a better option out there for you than a 7-11 cigar, right?


Speaking of rap lyrics have you read Understand Rap.  Because it might be one of the most entertaining websites I’ve read since Stuff White People Like


So while I’m ranting about music and getting old, can we talk about Rihanna’s new song S&M? Please, have a listen if you haven’t already.  Catchy beat, Rihanna has a pretty good voice, what’s the problem, right?  Can we talk specifically about the lyric “There’s sex in the air, I don’t care I like the smell of it.” Here, let me give you a second to wipe that vomit off of your keyboard, I don’t mind. 

WHAT. THE. HELL?

I realize Rihanna is having some sort of new found post-Chris Brown sexual renaissance, but seriously? I mean do you think her dad plays that song for his friends? Is this cd in her mom’s car?  VOMIT.


Lastly, I think this is kind of a sad sentiment but I also think it needs to be said: Britney is getting old, you all. The video of her performance on the GMA’s  has been getting around  and there’s lots of talk about how slow she dances and how old and washed up she’s getting and man, I have to kind of agree. I can remember seeing her first TV performance on The Rosie O’Donnell Show (dude *flashback*) when she was all spunky and latex clad and everyone was like “Who’s the new Pop Tart?” and now, I kind of feel like Gwyneth Paltrow is going to play her in a movie about her washed up career.  It’s just kind of a sad situation.

What say you, friends?  Am I getting old or is the state of music kind of sad these days?

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Notes From A Novice Runner – This Post Brought to You by You Tube

A couple months ago, after a few successes at CrossFit and a few somewhat heavy pours of Pinot Noir, I got the balls to sign up for the Seattle Rock n Roll Half Marathon.  At the time I was mostly concerned about the physical endurance aspect of the event — could I physically prepare myself to run 13.1 miles IN A ROW, AT THE SAME TIME?  All these runner types insist on this “in a row” business when they coordinate their races, which um– hello? if I run 100 miles over the course of my lifetime you better believe I’m gonna call myself an Ultra Marathoner in my mind because I’m delusional like that.  Ok not really, but the point is that the physical endurance was at the forefront of my mind.  But a few months into preparing myself for this endeavor (and yes, I realize most people need weeks to prepare for a half marathon but I need months) I’ve had a few other realizations.

The first realization that I had when I started spending afternoons on a treadmill in the dungeon like gym at my office was that Holy Moses! Bo and Hope are still on Days of Our Lives.  I mean seriously?  You would have thought Stefano had killed them off by now, right?  That guy really knows how to drag things out. Also, I realized that I have no idea how to use the remote in this gym.  You would think it is a remote control and how complicated can it really be, AND YET.  The last time I was regularly watching Days of Our Lives was circa 1993, so to call this discovery shocking is an understatement.   

Realization number 2?  Music is not a ‘nice to have’ it is a ‘need to have’ along with a headband for my very cute but very UN-functional-when-running bangs.   Could I have picked a worse haircut for athletic endeavors?  No, no I could not have.  Anyway, we were talking music, not hair.  Sorry about that.  So yes, I NEED music when running, especially on the treadmill.  And oh my god, why did I never realize that the treadmill is actually a thing of torture all those years when I was feeling jealous of people running along next to me at 24 Hour Fitness?  Running outside is so much easier because there are like, landmarks that you pass.  And the scenery changes.  And ohmygod looking at Bo and Hope for an hour is quite difficult to do actually.  What is easier on the treadmill though is controlling my pace.  Treadmills have a good grip on Ron Popeil’s Set It And Forget It!  mentality, and I have a harder time doing that when I run outside.  Total sidebar here:  We just got a hand me down rotisserie (Don’t worry, from my aunt, not just some random person.  How gross would that be?  A secondhand meat juice maker.  HORK!)  and the thought of being able to rotisserie my own meat brings me so much joy!  And yes, I realize right in this moment that you probably think I have a small and sad life, there’s no need to point it out.


Anyway, music!  Music!  Get back to music.  So, Eminem.  He is my running messiah, really.  What?  A drug addled rapper isn’t who you would choose?  That’s weird.   Well, frankly Eminem is really one of the only artists who can penetrate The Tunnel of Pain.   And while we are discussing The Tunnel of Pain, let me tell you I could have written that essay.  I NEVER hear the music at CrossFit and Garrett always hears it.  Neither of us can get over the fact that the other one experiences it differently.  CrossFit has made me realize that we all go to different places while being tortured.  I go to The Tunnel of Pain.  And unfortunately I do not pass go OR collect $200 beforehand.  

So yeah, when I’m in The Tunnel, not much gets through but I can tell you this song does. 

Best running song ever.  

And if I was in middle school and You Tube was my binder I would circle this video with pink puffy hearts.  And if I was Mark Wahlberg I would tattoo “Eminem 4 Eva” into my chest with a Bic Pen because I’m that hardcore dedicated. (Sidebar Numero Dos:  Someone on the Twitter the other day mentioned “Fear” being one of those movies that they can’t NOT watch if it is on TV.  I wholeheartedly concur!  That is one of the best most ridiculous movies you will ever watch, and if you haven’t seen it please do yourself a favor and Netflix it immediately.)  
So again, back to Eminem.  This post needs some Ritalin.


Something about 5 minutes of Military Cadence in the background makes me grab myself by the bootstraps when I’m about to crap out and say “Quit being a wimp and press on!”  Oh, and then there’s the Nate Dogg factor.  Nate Dogg always makes a song better.  It’s just science, don’t argue with science.  What ever happened to him, by the way?  I actively miss him.  All this Bruno Mars, Justin Bieber bologna makes me long for 90s Rappers like a Victorian woman longs for her fainting couch.  And seriously when I hear songs like this new Matthew Morrison song (the nail in Glee’s coffin) or Kim Kardashians new single  it makes me want to take a bath in NWA and then douse myself with some 2 Pac.  I may just put 3 hours of Eminem on repeat for The Big Day (interspersed with some  Regulators, of course).  Oh yeah, and you read that right, I said 3 hours.  Because my goal time is right around there.  And yes, I’m fully aware that many people run FULL marathons in that amount of time and all I can say about that is those people are not me.  

The thought of doing anything for 3 hours still makes me shake my head.

Which brings me to the main realization that I have had:  Running is like 30% Physical and 70% Mental, which does not bode well for the fact that my focus thus far has been mostly on the Physical.  Why has no one thought to tell me this?  No matter how rested, stretched, headbanded, and shiny I feel when I start a run, I spend the first mile bitching in my head solely because I have been taken out of my comfortable state of stasis and my poor little brain doesn’t know what to make of it.  It happens Every. Single. Time.  Usually when I get to the second mile and the running becomes the stasis I’m a little bit better, but OOF — that first mile is always rough.  

So all of this is to say that lately my life looks like various arrangements of the following: Eat, Work, Run, CrossFit, Cook, Thank Garrett for Cleaning, Google Ron Popeil videos, Try to Enjoy Some Alone Time, Catch Some Bad Television and Sleeeeeeeeep, Glorious Sleep.  


It’s a small life.  But it’s a good life.  

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12 Songs to Download When You Need Some Sunshine and Mother Nature Ain’t Helping

With all the icky weather around lately, I had to make myself an uptempo play list to keep myself from letting the clouds take over my mood.  I’ve been loving it, so here is some sunny inspiration in case you need it in your neck of the woods:

Sleepyhead by Passion Pit
Bulletproof by LaRoux
1901 by Phoenix
Black Panther by Crystal Castles
Carby by Discovery
Flux by Bloc Party
Electric Feel by MGMT
Fancy Footwork by Chromeo
Giving Up The Gun by Vampire Weekend
Hummer by Foals
Sitting by M83
No You Don’t by Islands

Happy Listening!

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Hello, Inspiration: Katie Knipp

I’ve had lots on my mind to tell you all lately but I started a new job right at the end of January, and holy hell if it is not sucking every last minute bit of brain capacity to just get back into the swing of things.  I’m at the same company but I’m doing a new job, so although the faces are familiar, the work is just throwing me for a loop!  I’d sort of equate it to coming back to college after a super awesome summer vacation.  The study skills are there, you know, but they are just a little…sunkissed.  It’s a job I’ve done before, but I’ve had about a 2 and a half year hiatus, so to say I’m feeling a little rusty is sort of an understatement.  I’m thinking THIS is the week where I will actually return to the land of the living (er, blogging) instead of just coming home and napping after work and then staring at the television (though that is sort of a delight every once in a while…I mean, are you watching The Bachelor???)

Anyway, with the new job and the new year (yes, I’m hanging on to The Newness of this year until at least March!) I’ve been thinking a lot about the ridiculous amount of abundance in my life and all that I have to be grateful for.  And it has occurred to me that I have A LOT of inspiring people in my life.  So I thought I might start talking about some of that inspiration around these parts.  That being said, I’m not here to talk you into anything, review anything, sell anything, endorse anything…so that’s my disclaimer.  I just know that when I feel inspired it feels like anything is possible — and why keep that to myself.    

So speaking of inspiration — these are my friends Jeremy and Katie:



As you can see by their incredibly white smiles, they are very cute and very nice.  As you can also see, thanks to my riveting skills in photography, they so graciously showed up and drank beer at a party I had once.

So…Are you inspired yet?  (Just kidding.)


Anyway, they are very good friends — like the kind you call in the middle of the night when you get arrested, friends — and when Garrett and I can tear ourselves away from being lazy, Netflixing homebodies it is usually to spend time in their company (though judging by my Netflix queue, definitely not enough).  Random Fact:  Jeremy actually used to be my boss when I worked at Peet’s– but obvs, he was nothing like Michael Scott on The Office, you know because we still hang out.  Ah, the good old days before cube-ville.  Anyway, as much as I love Jeremy, I’m not going to talk about him too much because what I really want to talk about is Katie — because do you know what Katie does in her spare time instead of being a Netflixing, computer-loving, homebody like me?  Katie does things like this:

photo courtesy of katieknipp.com
 

Holy hell, just looking at that crowd gives me the heeby-jeebys…and she like, plays instruments and sings in front of them!  Yep, that’s right, Katie is an actual musician with actual talent, and I will tell you what I have never felt so lacking in the talent department than I did the first time I saw her perform.  Oh my stars, this girl skills will make your jaw drop. 


Don’t believe me?  Here, go have a listen… I’ll wait.  
(I’m going to recommend clicking on “Violent in Here” if you want to be really blown away.)

Now tell me this, friends — How exactly does one play the piano like that, sing like that?  And while we’re at it, how does one play the guitar? sing?  And look like this doing it? 
 
If you need anything I’ll just be here looking sultry while playing my piano…

What if I told you she also played the harmonica?  Could you die?  I mean, I really almost died the first time I saw her do it all.  The coordination alone is a skill I will just never possess.  She is just someone I am very inspired by.  You see Katie has a job just like you and me, but in her free time she is this bundle of musical creativity and there is just something about that that tickles me.  I think it has something to do with the scarring memory of the entire year I spent playing the violin in Elementary School.  I fancied myself a “Born Performer” and just knew I was going to be The Next Big (violin) Thing!  You don’t eve know, I wanted to play so bad that I “pretended” to play throughout every music class until I finally had to fess up to my teacher right before the big recital because I still hadn’t figured out how to read music.  
God, that was embarrassing.
So creating music was — well, not for me.  And *SPOILER ALERT*  I was not The Next Big (violin) Thing.  But thankfully I am graced with friends who play music well and play live shows, and who let me blog about how their prowess keeps me putting energy into my own creative pursuits, as tiny as those may be.  We may not all be vocal powerhouses, but we all have a little dream inside us that is waiting to be unleashed.  Katie perseverance and her passion reminds me to keep on doing what I am good at.
So it goes without saying that I am a little bit smitten.  And although I am not trying to sell you a bill of goods, I would be remiss in not telling you that her latest album Midnight Mind has just been released  and for every album purchased she is donating $1 to Haiti Relief.  She is just that cool,  and on the spectrum of indie artists she ranks so far above the skinny jeans wearing greasy haired dudes that you can’t help but falling in love with her.  And speaking of love — if you are local and looking for something to do on Valentine’s Day other than canoodling in a restaurant booth, come listen to her live at The Old Sugar Mill Ports and Chocolates Festival on Sunday afternoon.  We are tearing ourselves away from the Netflix to cheer her on, won’t you come too?





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