The In Crowd

I want to get in the in running crowd. I have Got to step up my game with running and reading some of my favorite running blogs inspires me and also makes me feel like that kid in high school that just wants to fit in. I love this girls blog Running off the Reese's and she does the best picture captions and is my inspiration for this post. Hopefully this give you a little insight and laughter into how I look at running.

I read all these blogs about, "getting my long run in today 16 miles" and I'm thinking... what in the hell? I consider my long run walking to my car.

I'm totally impressed and hate you a little bit for it but I just love reading all about your adventures.

Today at the gym things went good considering I took the last week completely off from everything. Epic fail- I even bailed on the spin class I blogged about...I know, I know I'm going to blogger hell for lying to you guys. However, today I got in 3.6 miles and got asked for my number (weird, I never knew I was the least bit attractive in the gym) it was a little odd and it was my first time having to say..."Sorry, I'm Married" You should have seen the look of, "Oh shit" on his face. Saying you're married to someone when they are trying to get your number is completely different than saying you have a boyfriend. I think it's the ultimate brick wall of: Nope you're defiantly not getting any. All of this took place in the middle of me running - Who comes up to you while you're running on a treadmill to ask you for a number??? Oh, sorry I made you ask me 2 times before I told  you I was married. You were mumbling and I was breathing so hard I couldn't hear you the first time. Man, I felt like a bitch.

Shut up, and yes I am



I can't believe I actually like running either... even if I only do it 3 miles at a time. When I was little I played soccer and I hated running so much I wanted to be the goalie (which I sucked at) needless to say soccer and I didn't work out. However, my mother finds it absolutely hilarious that I run all the time now and she likes to look at me and say, "I mean you used to hate running, I couldn't get you to run for anything" Well, Mom I remember always running into the kitchen when you cooked something.

Now, it's time for some wine with my girls before we head to CDK'S show.