That Curl can RUN!

Happiness to everyone! This is the last Friday of 2016. Are you happy to have this year end? Are you happy to have a new year start? I'm not upset about this past year. Sure, 2016 brought me some bad days at work. I cried over a boy; well, he's not a boy, but that is how the cliche goes. I had disagreements with friends and family. I lost my grandmother.  I had many small bad things, and a few big, bad wolves. 2016 also brought me back to my love of running. I was accepted into YTT. I made some new friends. I FINALLY took a real vacation. I met the Wranglerstars. I cried over a boy (in good ways); again, not a boy, but you know. We can spend time focusing on how "bad" this year was, but if we do that, we're just wasting the last bit of 2016 being lame. We could be making GREAT memories! End this year on a positive note!!!! Quit feeding negativity. Get off of your soapbox and be amazing. Life is what you make it, right? So go make it something you want t...

Hey. It's Khaki Thursday ya'll! Man I love this day. I doesn't matter how tired I am (I woke up at 4am to a fake noise I 'heard'), how sore I am (running....), how grumpy I am (a few days each month, or a random day, or because #existence), I always have a little smile in there somewhere because it's TODAY! 4 AM: (my magical, amazing brain) What was that? Was that the back door? (slide out of bed, retrieve shotgun, pray the intruder doesn't hear the creaky wood floors and pinpoint your location). Sneak, sneak, sneak. How can I open the door without the handle making noise? Turning it to the right opens it easier, but louder. Turning it left eventually opens it quietly, but I may be in the back of a U-Haul by then... How much time did I just waste worrying about that? Crap. OPENS DOOR! AIMS! ....nothing. Like usual. What the heck am I hearing every night that is waking me up? This is why I used to sleep with earplugs in. Yes, that is dangerous, but if y...

Hey there travelers of the blog-sphere. I've been M.I.A. for about a million minutes. Did you even notice? TRAINING  Dec 25th may have been Christmas, but on a more serious (and terrifying) note, it marked 18 weeks until the OKC Memorial Marathon. Guess who paid for the full? Guess. Yes, the winner of last year's marathon entered. Yes, the second place person probably did too. Ok, ok, guess which non-winner paid for this year? Right! ME!!! This curl is gonna run (read: bouncing ponytail) 26 point flippin' 2 miles. I've committed to a 16 week program over 18 weeks to give myself some cushion. I know I can run 3-5 miles with effort, and could probably drag my rear for 6-8 if I was promised a hug at the end. Beyond that, it's a no. So, enter training! Oh, we know how much I love (riiiight....) training plans. I made it through 4 days of the last one; and that was my longest streak. I plan to use the extra 2 weeks somewhere in the middle for repeat weeks when...

RUNNING! I'm admitting it: I can't run well on my own. There, I said it. I am terrible at pushing myself on the pavement. I like my comfortable pace, and I proudly show it. I'm not comfortable with my time or my progress. I've registered for my first full marathon. April 30th, 2017. I've paid for it, I've told people about it, I'm doing it. I have realized that I can fake my way through 13.1 miles, but I cannot fake my way through 26.2 miles. I HAVE to train. For real. Fo' realzies. How does one 'train' like an 'athlete'? Running coaches. Or, for poor people like me, free apps designed by running coaches. My issue with this has always been that I have to show up, on a regular basis, on a schedule set by someone other than myself, and do what someone else tells me to do. I'm not an entitled millennial, I'm just a stubborn, know-it-all, 30-ish woman from the South. Yeah, you get it. Ugh, running. Double ...

Hello Friends. It's been a while. I've had quite a life going on, and honestly, I have been selfishly enjoying it in privacy. It's not that I don't love you all, or that I don't want you to celebrate things with me. Sometimes it's simply good to focus on the real things around you, and step back from the digital journal world. We don't have to share everything. Heck, we don't have to share ANYTHING! ...but I like to. You'll be pleased to know that I'm finally accomplishing some goals, I'm growing in both faith and self-worth, keeping active, and being a super person! Maybe we can get reacquainted? Maybe I can crack that door open a little, and let you peek inside? Maybe we can share some triumphs, and some heartache, and a little advice, and a lot of love? I think so; how about you? So take my hand, no, my other hand, there ya go. So, take my hand as we begin to walk through this life together again! I'll brief you on some ...

I'm on day 5 of trying Native natural deodorant. Let's take a quick trip though my sweat. I sweat. A lot. I sweat from my underarms, my back, my head, my forearms, my belly button, my tush, my kneecaps, the backs of my knees, my arches, and everywhere else that is covered in skin. I glisten, I glow, I gleam, I gush. I've used Dove, Secret, Degree, Suave. Regular, sensitive, clinical, prescription. Roll on, spray on, rub on. Clear, solid, opaque, glittered, gel, liquid, and unicorn paste. Nothing impedes it, it just keeps it from making people pass out when they get a whiff. "My, that river running down your spine sure smells fresh." Over the last year my concern has shifted from slowing the flowing to focusing on what's getting absorbed, and the long term effects. Recently I saw a study completed on natural antiperspirants and women. The top pick was Native. I've never heard of that and I live in Oklahoma. Everything is 'native' he...

Ugh......... how many days are there in a work week? Between setting fires with my mind at work, and my inability to sleep again, the past few weeks have worn on me. God help me, because I can't seem to help myself. _______________________________________________________________________ Mat Rat I've been back on my mat this year. I'm hoping to attend YTT in October so I'm focusing on my practice. Yoga is weird. I want to do it all day while I'm at the office, but early in the morning, and late in the evening I struggle to find the drive to get down and get yogi. I'm currently working on toe taps thanks to my Ab'Asanas e-book from Morgan over at the_southern_yogi (check her out on insta!) I'm also working on crow pose. I am dying to get deep into inversions but I need to learn good balance first. Check out my video clip on Instagram here where I didn't do so well a few nights ago. Meh, you gotta laugh at yourself.   Did I ever show yo...

Inequity. The dictionary defines inequity as a lack of fairness, or to be unequal. While most people find fault in themselves based on a standard set by others, I find my 'faults' to be more of inequities; measured against my own standards that likely cannot be achieved. For years you've read about my goals, my failures, and my stick-to-it-iveness. Under it all, I am 100% failure, and 100% lack of assurance. This isn't an attempt to get your positive comments, or your support, or your 'you're beautiful, you're smart, you're "insert compliment here"'. No. This is a public expression of my realization that I place too much of my personal value in what I think others think of me. Not what they think of me, but what 'I THINK' they think of me. Have you ever seen the depiction of the man brain vs. the woman brain where ours looks like a bowl of spaghetti? Yeah, that's pretty accurate. Many of my 'inequities' are shallow...

Oh, how exciting a new, or renewed, journey can be! We've talked about it. We've procrastinated. We've made excuses. We've overslept, and laid on the couch. We. Are. Ready. It's yoga time! See how far I have fallen. Watch how far I will rise. Flexibility is at an all time low. This is good though, it works as motivation. I'm teaming up with Yoga by Candace on her 31 day challenge. I've restarted the November challenge she issued, but she is starting a new challenge per her Instagram today. Eep! I chose Ardha Baddha Paschimottanasana, or, half bound lotus west extension for us Okies. This is how I should look, and at one time, I did. Journey. It's a journey. Hop over to her Instagram , YouTube , or website to check it out for yourself. I'm in no way affiliated, just motivated and inspired. That's why I'm here, to share mine and help yours. ________________________________________________________________________ Eats Las...

It's Thursday, who's wearing khakis???? NOT ME!!!! Black skirt, black tights, black shooties....looooooong jacket. Yeah. Haha! I know Prell got that. I have a monster bruise on my leg, so no bare skin today. That doesn't mean I couldn't wear long khakis, but I've grown tired of the few I have. Today at lunch I discovered a package on my front porch. What is it?! (drumroll please......................) MY FIRST FIX!!! I know....I'm turning into one of 'those' people. But, think about it. I've tried a bunch of new things in 2015, just for fun. I didn't continue Blue Apron, but I did try it. I've tried new foods, but didn't necessarily keep eating them. I've tried new fitness options, but may have backslid to my old ways. I Hulu and Netflix instead of DishNetwork. I even bought a tablet, but I only use it for blogging and movies. I'm trying to try things, but that doesn't mean I'm staying on the bandwagon. ...

Happy Wed-uh-nes-day to you. I overslept, again, and didn't accomplish any predawn physical activity. Sorry neighbor! I left you stranded in the driveway at 5am! I made it back to the chiropractor today since my lower back has been agonizing. I hadn't been since just before Thanksgiving and I could tell. While there I got my necklace caught on the table and broke it (but fixed it), cried because the bad, bad pain felt really good at the same time, and then I fell off of the sidewalk on my way to my truck. Good thing I have another appointment scheduled... 129 days until the OKC Run to Remember! What am I going to do? I have a sore ankle now, no discipline, and less enthusiasm than a proctology intern. Remember this? 30 minutes before the start of the 2015 OKC Marathon. I can't wait to get back there! Thankfully Christmas is almost here. I'm about worn out on plans for that, but presents are always fun! Did you buy my yoga mat yet? There's still time! ...

TUESDAY!!!!!! How long has it been since I did girls night with M? I don't remember either! Tonight is old fashioned, throwback, doin' it up, ladies night. You know what that means....tacos and complaining in sweatpants!!! Actually, I'll be working on some Christmas crochet projects while she vents/updates me on life on Pine Street. Here is one project I'll be making: You can check out the creators post and pattern here on Little Monkeys Crochet.  I have high hopes for a good result. You know I always do, and then it doesn't, and then I just give up. At least I'm consistent. No, I didn't work out. No, I didn't run. No, I didn't yoga. Oh! Yoga! Hey blog-fans. If you needed a last minute idea for Christmas, for me, and you have money to blow, here is what I want. Go here and buy one now! Please? You can ship it straight to my office and I promise to upload a picture of me using it. Ok...at least standing on it.  The tradit...

Hello there! I got my google photos to sync again! It's been over a month since I was last here with you, and longer than that since I had functioning sync. It's a bit sad how reliant we are on technology. Let's get it out of the way: I'm sorry. Ok, now, that we are super friends again, I want to get you up to speed. Unfortunately I don't have pictures for EVERY exciting moment of the past 4-6 weeks, but I do have a lot. Let's see what I've been up to! I'm sticking by my belief that this is a positive thought. It really could turn the other way quickly. WORST. THING. EVER In November our Leadership group toured 5 of the largest employers in our area, aside from the hospital. My favorite was Cardinal Glass. I faced my fear and walked along side a 1/4 mile length piece of continually moving glass. It starts as sand, then in 3000 degree temps becomes a blob that eventually becomes the most terrifying, scary, bad, bad thing: Glas...