Green Beans & Cake

Couldn't resist...

RUNNERS MUST DRINK BEER - Cnn's headline says. I know that there's no way I could drink beer on a marathon run, but I couldn't resist posting the link to Cnn's video.

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Running + Beer = Good idea?!

Spanx me, please

I've got a quick rant tonight. Here's the thing. I'm really not some uppity fashion snob. I just know what looks good on me, and I happen to have some opinions for other women too. Now, it's not like I go to the gym looking all cute. I don't wear any make up, I could care less about wearing matching outfits, etc. But - and the truth is always after "but" - ladies, you've gotta have some standards. Here are some things I've noticed at my gym that totally bother me.

(1) I can see your thong through your tight capri pants.

(2) I can see a sweat stain in your crack because of said thong. (ew...and I try NOT to notice that!)

(3) Your outfit is overly matching. looks like your momma dressed you to go out.

(4) Muffin top. Enough said.

(5) Super tight capri pants aren't a good thing. (especially with bulky tennis shoes and big white socks)

(6) Slightly tight capri pants - and I can see your panty line. and they are (a) granny panties OR (b) thongs

And then there's the dudes...

(1) John Deere t-shirt, with sleeves cut off

(2) a mullet

(3) arms, legs are way smoother than mine - after waxing. hehe

(4) your skin is orange from a bad spray tan

The return of the 6 word marathoning memoir

You should try it. If you could describe your most recent training run in 6 words, what would you say? Here's mine.

Always know where the toilets are.

So true, so true.

Run!

I'm currently teaching at an intensive English institute (which means that I teach English to foreign students). For one of my classes, a composition course, I taught students how to write a narrative essay. For an example, I used a narrative essay that I wrote. To sum up - my husband and I had an exciting trip to the airport when we went to Portland for a wedding. I've "copy and pasted" my essay below. You never know when you'll have to cross train. hehe

The essay is called, "Run!"

Here it is...

Early morning flights have always made me nervous. I usually cannot sleep the night before an early trip. My mind races with possible “worst case” scenarios. I normally spend the night thinking things such as, “What if I oversleep? What if I get to the airport early, but the security line takes forever? What if there’s a traffic jam and I won’t be able to make it to the airport on time?” My list can go on and on.

            This weekend, my husband and I had to make it to a 7 a.m. flight in Tulsa. We were both excited about going to Portland, Oregon for our friends’ wedding. I was up at 4 a.m. I had packed all our necessities the day before. We were ready. However, despite my diligent preparation, by 5 a.m. things took a turn for the worst. My dog kept breaking out of her kennel. I had left her for my parents; they were going to take her to the boarding facility later that morning. My ill-behaved dog upset my husband, Matt. As he scrambled to get out of the door, he forgot something very important: his wallet.

We were halfway to Tulsa. Suddenly, at 5.30 a.m. Matt realized that he had left his wallet at home. We turned the car around and sped toward Stillwater. Matt drove like a madman. We made it back to our house at 5.45 a.m. He grabbed his wallet. We were now an hour away from Tulsa. We arrived at the Tulsa airport at 6.40 a.m. Matt and I ran from the parking lot to the ticket counter. The ticket agent told us that we might make it – if we ran.

Matt and I raced through the airport. We talked a few people into letting us cut in line at security. Then, we sprinted to our gate. I honestly don’t know how we made it to our plane in time. We didn’t stop running until we were in our seats. As we caught our breath, I looked at my watch. It was 6.58 a.m. We had made it – thank goodness.