I want a turkey sandwich.


First and foremost, let’s talk Timehop.

TimehopTimehop is sometimes really fun.  Sometimes it’s a really rude reminder of the fact that you used to get really drunk and eat two mexi hot dogs from Cookout at 3 a.m. on a regular basis.  Yesterday was one of those days.

So, occasionally someone comments on my current weight, often, someone who may have known me at Elon.  And I’m not ever going to pretend I was morbidly obese, but I definitely had a few more lbs on me, which you can clearly see in my cheeks and in my boobs in the above picture.  Thanks a WHOLE heck of a lot Timehop, for serving as a brutal reminder of the fact that beer is not a food group.

I want a turkey sandwich.

I woke up on Monday feeling two things.

For one, I felt really rough because I drank too many mojitos with my friends on Sunday.  But it’s not exactly my fault because…I just don’t feel like admitting that it’s my fault.

And for the second part, I really really was craving a turkey sandwich.  Which is all well and good, except I’m a vegetarian, and it’s probably been over 10 years since I’ve eaten a turkey sandwich.  But for some reason, a cold turkey sandwich with tomato, lettuce, and avocado is calling my name.  I’ve given myself a few days to see if the craving would go away, but it’s not, so I’m really thinking about getting one.

Now, a few folks have been really quick to point out that I might be pregnant.  Which would explain things, but I’m 99% sure I’m not.

So the other working theory is that my body is craving protein or sodium, which is also feasible, since it’s hot as balls out and I haven’t eaten meat in so long.  But I also was under the impression that I was getting enough through beans and nut butters and whatnot.

So my question today, as I plan to eat lunch after a long run is:

Where’s the best place to get a turkey sandwich?

Pet Peeves

Cup A Joe


How are you guys doing today?

I’m fine fine fine, currently feeling a little sorry for myself since I decided to not do a trail race this weekend so I could nurse my knee back to health.  I’ve been able to work out, run a little, and teach, but I feel like running on unstable surfaces when I potentially have my meniscus torn is not a great idea.  I need to wait for an MRI to be 100% sure though.  But I’m feeling sorry for myself, a little jealous, and as a result, have eaten like a total hog today.  I deserve a spanking (as my ESL mother says from time to time).

So, I’m actually sitting outside at the local coffee shop, and just sitting here sort of fueled this post.  You’ll understand why in a second.

Cup A Joe

My Pet Peeves:

  • Cigarette smoke.  I’ve never been a smoker.  My parents never smoked, so it was never really a thing.  Plus I was born in the late 80s, so by that time, we were all onto the whole smoking causes cancer thing, so it’s actually pretty rare to find someone our age who smokes.  So I’m sitting outside at this coffee shop, and trying to work, blog, and enjoy a cup of coffee, and there are groups of people around me smoking Parliments and Marlboros.  It’s disgusting, distracting, and makes my hair smell like shit.  And I can’t wash my hair all the time, so my options are to grin and bear it, or go sit and freeze inside.
  • People with bad grammar.  They’re/their/there.  You’re/your.  Its/it’s (which funny enough, appeared incorrectly on this blog in a link last week).  “You’re doing good”.  Like please, for the love of Jesus, look at a few newspaper articles, and just absorb some of what is considered appropriate grammar.  And social media makes this complete disregard for the English language really apparent.
  • When someone emails you….then emails or texts again 30 minutes later to ask if you’ve received their email.  That’s when I start to become a little passive-aggressive, and sometimes don’t respond all together.  Of COURSE I haven’t gotten your email yet because I haven’t responded.  Perhaps I am away from my desk.  Perhaps I have a family?  Whatever it is, please show some regard for the fact that there are other people in this world than you.
  • Facebook’s read receipt.  This thing is the worst.  I actually just read an article on how to disable it, but then you can’t see when people have read your messages either, and I can’t have that.  But have you ever gotten a message on Facebook that made you toss your head back and groan?  And then you opened it?  And you either have to live with the fact that this person knows you’re ignoring them, or you have to respond.  I do not appreciate that.  Not at all.

All that said…

What are your pet peeves?

Knee update

Rugby Injury

I have a confession to make.  I mentioned something a few weeks back, but have been pretty vague about my knee.  Some of it has been denial.  Some of it has been in the hope that with enough soaks, taking the Etodolac that the doc prescribed, and not doing too much on it, that I will be okay.

The honest truth is that I’m 100% freaked out by the fact that I may actually be injured, and I’m not handling it very well.

So to back it up, I’ve posted this before, but incurred my very first broken bone when I was 17 and playing rugby at Elon.

Rugby Injury

I fractured my tibial tuberosity at the precise moment this photo was taken, and as a result, ended up on crutches from about November to January of 2005, and then ended up in a lot of physical therapy. As a result, the knee has acted up here and there, but never really anything serious enough for me to be really nervous, and never, ever serious enough for me to see the doctor about, especially as I’m enrolled in a high-deductible benefits package. Going to the doctor all willy-nilly isn’t really an option for me because I end up paying for everything out of pocket.

A little over a month ago, during Wake County’s Spring break, because a lot of our instructors were going to be out, I subbed a TON of classes, and that was the start of some of my trouble with my knee. It was sore, and didn’t want to extend all the way out. Once I started physical activity, it felt okay (not great), but the starting, and the after was always really difficult for me.

I popped Aleve nonstop, had a run-in with some strong arthritis medication that resulted in a call to Poison Control, and bathed nonstop in an attempted to quell some of the pain, but it never got better.  Not worse either to be fair, but not better.

Finally, last Friday, I went to the doctor, where they x-rayed the knee, and couldn’t find a whole lot, since an x-ray really is only going to show bone.  In the case of a knee, where there’s a lot of soft tissue, it’s tricky, and I have to wait until I get an MRI later this week, then get it read to find out what it is that’s going on.

I’m hoping for nothing.  I’m really hoping it’s just some inflammation, and that nothing else needs to happen going forward except the continuation of my NSAIDs until I feel good and strong on my own.  My worst fear, and I hate even typing this, is that I’ve torn something, and will require a really non-terrible arthoscopic surgery.  But that whole concept freaks me out, and I’m not exactly ready for that.

Will all of that mouthful said…

What are you up to today?

Lies we’ve all been told.

Mean Girls Quotes

I stole this from Becca from Becoming Adorrable – I love love reading what she’s up to, and about her and husband’s adventures in Atlanta.  She posted on this the other day, and it got me thinking about lies we’ve all been told.

You have sex, and you will get pregnant.  

Mean Girls QuotesThis is one lie that has become more and more clear to me since I’ve gotten to that age where friends of mine are trying to get pregnant on purpose.  Call it a product of having my sexual education done in the south, however, my understanding was that if you have sex at any point, that you WOULD get pregnant, no questions asked.  Now imagine my surprise, that as a 27-year-old married woman, that it doesn’t always work that way.  Sometimes, when people talk about “trying,” they’re healthy, viable, and young.  They have sex on certain days, and not on others, and it still doesn’t work.

Taking on student loans is fine – you’ll get a job and be able to pay it back within like two years. 

Yeah.  Um.  I wish someone had been a little more transparent with me about this one.  The honest truth (listen up if you’re just now going to college) is that you can be like me, and you can be “underemployed” for any number of years.  You know what that means?  That means, you might be really really educated, like say, Duke educated, and that you might still pay some dues at a grocery store or in food service, trying to make ends meet while you search for something you’re really qualified for.  That said, take out as LITTLE student loan money has you can get away with.   If you can get through all four years with no debt?  You’re golden, babe!

To get the job you want, submit a resumé and a cover letter to that online form thingie, and you’ll get a call back for an interview within no time. 

The above statement is BULLSHIT.  Absolutely bullshit.  If you graduated this past weekend, hear me now when I tell you it’s bullshit.  Here’s how you get that job that you want/are qualified for.  Figure out who it is you know within that organization, stalk them to all ends of the earth, and ask them, straight up, to hook you up with an interview.  Your resumé is something that should be updated and current, this is true.  Yes, you should have a cover letter, like, around.  But hear me loud and absolutely clear when I say that networking, networking, networking, is where your head needs to be in the months leading up to you getting a job interview.  Go to dinners, luncheons, make sure you’re dressed to the nines.  At drinking things, just nurse one, take cards, and hand yours out.  Follow up the next day.  Schedule lunches and coffees with whomever it is. And never, ever feel weird about doing this.

Marriage and kids. 

I love being married.  Best thing I have ever done in my life.  I love kids.  And I think I would love to have some little boys of my own in puffy vests and in plaid shirts with little baseball hats.  But I grow tired of these folks who, for one, post things nonstop about their “perfect” lives on social media, and two, claim to never have a bad day in the world.  I had an awesome conversation with a family member (with an equally adorable baby for me to hold) who was refreshingly honest about marriage and motherhood.  She was open about her son’s reflux, about wanting to get out of the house once in a while, and about her marriage.  I loved it.  Why are we ALL not open?  All that said…


What’s one lie you feel you’ve been told ALL your life!

Fitness instructors, leave your ego at the door.

Zumba Instructor

I’ve been teaching fitness officially since 2010.  I’d been taking Zumba classes from the time I was about 16 until 20 or so, and the entire time, had been really curious about what it would take, and what it meant to teach.  I somehow got the balls to hunt around, and contacted the woman at NC State, the graduate school where I was attending, my first semester there, and asked if she was interested in a Zumba instructor.  The next thing I knew, I was teaching to a staff at a staff meeting, and without realizing it, my future husband may have been in that meeting.

But Lindsay, who managed us, took a chance on me, and after a short 20-minute demo, she allowed me to get onto the spring schedule one day a week.  And the response was absolutely overwhelming.  I regularly had over 100 students in the class, and as my class gained traction, I began to look forward to my time on Sundays with the students.

One thing I remembered, and one thing that I took with me in my time taking classes with Koh Herlong, who apparently was a Zumba superstar and we never knew it, left her ego at the door when it came to class.  She worked the room, starting from the front, and dancing in the crowd, dancing with students, and pointing out a nice booty shake or a great-looking bicep when she saw it.  The class wasn’t about her, it was about us.  And we left the room feeling that way each and every time we took the class.

Fitness instructors, your class is not about you. 

I’ve certainly fallen into the trap before.  When a student wants to take a pic with me or when I’ve seen myself talked about in a review of some place I’ve worked, I’ve wanted to dust myself off.  And when I do, I remember that there’s always an instructor who’s better than I am, and that being a decent teacher doesn’t mean shit if I have a bad attitude, or think I’m here for folks to be amazed by me.  There’s nothing amazing about what I do.  I just love to do it.

Zumba Instructor

That said, here are a few reminders for fitness instructors who are starting to feel their heads get a little bigger with each time they catch the eye of someone in their class.

  • The workout doesn’t belong to you.  It’s theirs [your students].  My mom has often asked me why I work out when I teach so many classes, and simply it’s because the energy you devote you your workouts and and workouts you provide to your students is and should be different.  In your classes your focused on the safety, the comfort, and the fun that your students are having, not your own.
  • But don’t give too much…everything needs a little balance.  Don’t give so much that you’re hurt or that you hurt the people in your class.  Balance is key.
  • Open your eyes!  Are you stuck in the mirror?  This is a terrible habit, and a huge pet peeve of mine.  Look around your class.  Face your class.  Look into people’s eyes!  If you find yourself “stuck in the mirror,” as an old tap teacher of mine would say, you’re doing it wrong.  Your class can sense when you’re looking at them, and when you’re checking out your own biceps.  And having an egotistical maniac for an instructor doesn’t do much for people.

And finally…

  • Make ’em feel good.  Folks got in their cars and drove over, not for you to tell jokes, right?  Thank folks for coming.  Introduce yourself.  Point out good work!  Shout encouragement.  Whisper adjustments.


What’s the best/your favorite fitness class you’ve EVER taken?

When crunchy goes wrong.

via Pediatric Rheumatology (see that little bone flopped up at the bottom?  That's what I did).

I’m a combo of things.  Part of me is quite crunchy (the part that enjoys kombucha), and part of me is really not (the part of me that enjoys diet soda).

The part of me that’s crunchy began to take over when I started to have some knee pain just prior to Rock ‘n’ Roll Raleigh. I decided to do a lot of lower-impact exercises (like cycling and yoga), back down off of running, and take lots and lots of baths involving essential oils and epsom salts.

My knee pain never got worse, but it would get a little better, then go back to the way it was, which was annoying – I just wanted to get back to what I wanted to do, which was get in my mileage so I can stay sexy. What is hard about that?

But finally on Friday, I started to get a little worried, and spent the morning trying to make an appointment somewhere, and then finally just giving up, and walking into Raleigh Orthopedic Clinic. They did the standard that they did back when I first broke that bone in my knee…

via Pediatric Rheumatology (see that little bone flopped up at the bottom?  That's what I did).
via Pediatric Rheumatology (see that little bone flopped up at the bottom? That’s what I did).

And popped me up on the table, rocked my knee back and forth to make sure I didn’t have any damage to the ACL, and took x-rays (which are relatively pointless if you have any soft tissue damage, which I was suspecting I had). The x-rays, save for some evidence of the tibial tuberosity, was normal, and the doc prescribed me some Etodolac, a strong NSAID, to help. Almost immediately upon taking it, I felt improvement to the point that I’ve almost canceled my MRI this week. I thought better of it, knowing that I haven’t had an MRI in 10 years, and that I should find out whether of not I have any damage to that meniscus so I can get it quickly repaired, should everything not be okay with it.

But the thing that’s incredible about all this was that in my quest to be natural and la la la crunchy, I put off going to the doc for WEEKS, when the (at least temporary) solution was as simple as a common NSAID that took care of about 70% of the pain and discomfort I had? And with that, I can 100% admit that I need to pull my head out of my crunch ass sometimes.

What is one silly thing that you’ve put off recently?

I’m going to Chicago!

Chicago Marathon

I don’t know a whole lot about Chicago.  Yoga Kerri, who used to make an appearance on this blog every now and again before she moved to Cali lived there for a time.  And I met one of my favorite camp friends, Lindsay, who came from Chicago to grace us with her presence.  We spent an entire summer not really showering and talking about how much fiber our favorite meals contained.  Both good.

So it seemed like sort of a no-brainer to apply for the Chicago Marathon, especially given the fact that as soon as I got into Marine Corps, we got a save-the-date for a wedding that we really couldn’t miss.  So MCM was out (and I’m trying to unload that bib if you’re into it), and Chicago was in.  Tuesday morning, when we were due to hear about our status in the lottery, I checked my email nonstop, refreshing it by swiping it down on my phone with no results.  I checked Twitter and saw the tweets trickling in, that some folks had gotten their results.  I sort of assumed (annoyingly) that I hand’t gotten in, but found out later by way of a tweet that the approvals were being made on a rolling basis.

Anyhoo, so I got tired of waiting, and logged into the Athlete Center, and right on top was a banner with the word “Approved” along the top!  I sort of waited to say anything, especially given that that protests in Baltimore were still full-swing, and I didn’t want to come of insensitively.  But this came later…

Chicago Marathon…And just like that, I’m running one of the major marathons in October.

I’m pumped.  A little nervous.  Already got my training plan together.  And taking extreme measures to make sure that we can get my knee back to working order, to where it’s not so stiff.

Have you ever been to Chicago?  What should I do while I’m there?


My morning routine.


First off, I would like to address this.

So, I have made it a point not to address the riots in Baltimore on this blog.  I don’t know what to say.  I’m really really sad, and I understand, as a black woman, that there are a lot of frustrations on both sides.

will say, however, that I feel really really privileged to live in this tumultuous time in our nation’s history.  Our kids are going to look at this in their history books, and we’re going to be able to say that not only did we live through this, but that this time enacted a tremendous amount of change.  Changes in race relations, changes in our police force, and changes in the system, which are the most important changes there are.

Let me move along before I get all emotional though.

My morning routine. 

So Kristyn at Chits and Giggles posted on this last week, and I found her post really really interesting, so I figured I might borrow this topic, and tell you guys a little bit about my morning routine.  I’m also really nosy, and would love to know what other people are into in the mornings.

So…my mornings.

Okay, first, know this about me.  I am probably the only runner in the world who will tell you this, but I’m not a morning person at all.  I am a miserable human being in the morning.  I am horribly ugly, my eyes are typically closed, and the only way I can really get myself going is to shower and put on fresh clothes.  I seriously struggle with morning workouts, and I’m not sure how I survived in Pennsylvania, getting up for a workout, then breakfast most mornings.  My best guess is the fact that though Tony didn’t love it, we went to breakfast in our pajamas, our glasses, and the makeup from the night before. When I get up early to work out now, I usually don 0 makeup, will pop a piece of gum, and hope that I don’t run into anyone important. But you can’t really do that in real life all the time.

I digress however,

So my mornings.  They typically all go like this except for Thursday mornings, where I wake up, then lay in bed watching DVR I’ve missed for like an hour since I don’t go to work until like 2 on those days.

So typically, the cats, Satans 1 and 2 run around from about 6 on.


Austin usually gets up and puts Chester (the big Siamese) in the carrier because he likes to jump on the nightstands and break things in order to get us to wake up.

On a Wednesday morning, I will drag myself out of bed around 6:50, grab a bar from the pantry and a diet coke (judge away), and head in for a workout with Jill, the trainer. I usually don’t eat anything before, but drink plenty of water during the workout, and usually work out with Jill for an hour. After the workout, I typically eat a little breakfast at my desk, chug some diet coke and water, and open my laptop and get started for the morning.

See the fitness schedules that I'm working on for April and May beneath my new toy?
See the fitness schedules that I’m working on for April and May beneath my new toy?

Usually I putter around, answer some phone calls and emails, and will scoot just before lunch to jump into the shower and do my make up so I look presentable for at least some portion of the day.

What is YOUR morning routine like?  

Weekend Buzz


I’m sitting here, drinking some stomach easing tea out of my Jesus Shaves mug after a weekend FULL of bad food, some travel, and did I mention bad food?

Thursday night, I pulled my usual, and stayed late to work to finish up some emails and work because this past weekend was my mother-in-law’s birthday.  But no before I got the chance to treat myself to a little goodness…

Fitbit SurgeAfter a few months of wishing and waiting (I’m pretty sure they announced just around my birthday last year that this watch was gonna be a thing), I finally got my hands on a Fitbit Surge, the activity tracker with the GPS and HR monitor built in, and spent a little bit of time setting it up.  As you can see from the above picture, I was working on the group fitness schedule for May at the same time that I was charging the new guy and figuring out how to sync it with my phone.  (Don’t worry, a full review to come)!

After I worked for a little while on Friday, Austin and I headed to Charlotte to go to his mom’s house for her 60th birthday.  After we got caught in a ton of traffic on the way, when we got there, I immediately went for a glass of wine, and we sat down and talked and visited for a while before heading to bed that night.

Saturday morning, history was made when I ate a bowl of Frosted Flakes for breakfast.  I never eat cereal for one (I would always find myself feeling really hungry and a little sluggish), and I don’t really consider Frosted Flakes appropriate breakfast food, but they taste SO damned good, I just went for it, and it was worth every syrupy bite.  Seriously, caloric intake aside, there is nothing better than Frosted Flakes and cold milk.

After I ate, and did some work at the kitchen table, I headed out to the Siskey YMCA, the Y close to my childhood for two reasons.  One, to get a workout in, and two, to sort of see how they did a couple of things that we were struggling with at our branch.  I came on a really good day because the day before they had gotten this thing in…

Tread WallThis is the Treadwall, which is sort of like a treadmill, but you can rock club on it.  As it turns out, I’m a pretty decent rock climber, and both before and after my run, I hopped on the wall for a few minutes.

ClimbingI sort of got nosy and looked into how much one of these might cost for us.  It’s being sold for the low-low price of 11k.  Woops.

After I got my workout in and poked around the Y, we celebrated Sharon’s birthday with loads of barbecue food, and we visited with a few of her neighbors.  Once again that night, I completely fell fast asleep while Austin hung out with his brother.

On Sunday morning, we headed to brunch at the same place we went after my hen party last year, Bistro La Bon, and we met my parents there to celebrate for Sharon.  My mom was really cool, and got Sharon a present and sang her happy birthday.

Brunch Photo

We finished out the weekend by watching Bruce Jenner’s interview when we got home.

Jenner Interview

If this interview is still sitting in your DVR, you have to watch it. It’s a really well-done, personal look at a person struggling with his gender identity. Any question you could possibly have, Jenner answers with grace. It’s educational, and I’m hoping by his coming forward, that someone else struggling with the same issues feels comfortable even saying those words and doesn’t have to wait 60+ years to feel comfortable enough to do it.

Okay, all of that was a lot.  What did YOU do this weekend?