Ring in the New Year right....Right?

Knock Knock.

[Who's There?]

Orange. 

[Orange Who?]

Orange You Glad This Isn't a Picture of Chipotle?

I know. I lied when I said I'd be back soon to talk about new year's resolutions. I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I'm just as upset because I failed one of them-- "Blog More."

I haven't uploaded any pictures from the last month so what you see up there is the view I dream about every.single.night. 

But that was then. This is Now. I've had about four weeks to reconsider all of those things I once thought to be important for 2012 and am now ready to set some better ones. Without further ado, here are my resolutions--beginning Feb. 1st.

1. Blog at least twice a week. This would be big people. Wahoo!

2. Stop Tying Knots in My Hair. Post to come, graphic photos included.

3. Be a Wife. I haven't really taken this on like most other people do. It's complicated. Post to come.

4. Act My Age. I vow to stay up until at least 10PM every night and go out and do something social that a normal 25-year-old would at least once a week.  Post to come on my success thus far.
5. Worry Less. I wish I could quantify this but I know I can't. One thing I will say is that my anxiety is one thousand percent out of control. Post to come.
6. Be an Athlete. Get into a Yoga routine. Run the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler in under 1:25. Run the Tough Mudder and Live to Tell About It. Run at least One Half Marathon in less than 1:55. Run a Marathon...period.
7. Say Yes. I need to say yes to at least one thing a week that I want to say no to. I say no a lot, mostly out of worry.
8. Stop Looking Like Complete Crap. Post to come, graphic photos included.

There you have them. I feel pretty good about these.

What were your resolutions? 

Running in public

I'm fairly certain this is the face I make when I run. Not all the time, but more often than I should and definitely enough that lots of people in this small city probably think I have serious issues. Whatever, I'm running fast so it's hard. The best part? I'm actually having a great time.

Yesterday, I went out for what I thought would be just a little 2-mile jaunt to get me moving on a Saturday. About a mile in, I remembered that I signed up for a 10k on Thanksgiving a while back and haven't even considered the fact that I'm not really running much distance these days because of work, cold, me getting lazy and being unreasonably tired in the mornings. 

Therefore, I decided I should probably make sure I've even capable of running 6 miles. I ran just under that and survived, but not without some serious facial exression drama. On the hills, I sprint because there's no use in taking your time on hills--it's less efficient for your body and it gets you in shape much more quickly if you just suck it up and run those hills. That being said, the face is in full effect for much of my time on the street. 

If you ever catch me on the street looking at you with a face like that up there, don't take it personally. You're not the only one.