Why is it that the week following a Monday holiday still feels just as long or LONGER than a normal week? I had the kids yearly checkups yesterday and just the time spent in the waiting room/exam room felt like a lifetime. My kids are, shall we say... energetic. Sitting patiently is not their strong suit, especially when our doc is doing appointments out of the office without the fish tank. No Dory!? No Nemo!? They literally starting rolling around on the ground:
At least there were no shots to contend with during our visit. Speaking of my punks, this week I came across this reassuring post on Gail Werner's website. It made me feel a lot less guilty over trying to scale down on all of the birthday hoopla with the kids.
Here's another awesome internet discovery this week: after I updated my Facebook profile with my new race pic, a friend commented on how I looked like a runner from the future (Oiselle, fashion forward, fo real) and asked what was I wearing on my arms. When I went to grab the link from the website to share with her the greatness of Oiselle armwarmers, I discovered this:
|Me sandwiched right between superfast teammates Kate Grace (winning the Grand Blue Mile) and Jen Bigham. NBD.|
So, if you tag yourself sporting Oiselle duds with #FlyStle on Twitter, it will show up on the homepage and in the #FlyStyle gallery. I didn't realize that they were also tagging specific clothing items and that pics come up while shopping said items. SO COOL.
|You can shop the look!|
Here's something that also made me smile, and nearly die laughing, this week - juuust in case you haven't seen it already:
Since I've been branching out with some trail running, maybe I should broaden my horizons even further with some Prancercise? Or prance when I'm having a crappy run, to shift my focus. Sometimes I think of Phoebe and try to channel her running...
In fact, I was having a crappy run just this morning! I wanted to get 7 in, but barely mustered 5, when just the other day a 5 mile interval workout seemed like a walk in the park. Anyhow, I ran past two lady runners and did the usual smile and nod to the brethren when one looked like she knew me and gave a really enthusiastic hello! Aaaah, that's always fun. But, for the life of me I couldn't place the face as I went through the rolodex of faces in my head: school, preschool, Y, Soccer, old workplace, Eastside running...? Was it you?? Sorry if I didn't stop - I was afraid I'd never start again if I did!
For the playlist, I'm adding a new song from an old favorite deejay; one that I danced to live, well over a decade ago...
Ain't No Stoppin' by Ferry Corsten (featuring Ben Hague)
Apollo by Hardwell featuring Amba Shepherd
She Wolf by David Guetta, featuring Sia
Alive by Krewella
Illmerica by Wolfgang Garnter
Drowning by Armin van Buren
Give Me Your Hand by The Ready Set
Language by Porter Robinson
Cry for You by September
You Are My Diamond by Tiesto - featuring Kianna
Arguru - Deadmau5
We Are by Jus Jack & Oza, featuring Aeone