... Down the Idea Chute

2.25 Miles!

My trainer has suggested that I run. RUN! I explained to her my love/hate relationship with running … How I’ve been a ‘runner’ in the past, how I even completed a half marathon at one point (a sad, cry-face half marathon because my friend had to drop out a few days before because of health problems with her father and my boyfriend had just had knee surgery the week before, so I was all alone at the start and finish … and at every point in between …) and how after that I NEVER WANTED TO DO THIS STUPID RUNNING THING AGAIN BECAUSE IT MADE ME CRY.

And she was like, “Ok, your romantic relationship with running aside, how does it usually make you feel.” And I was like, “Crap, I’m going to start running again now, aren’t I?”

I got new shoes on Saturday, and spent some time thinking about what I used to get out of running. Energy, adrenaline, confidence, strength, that little zen place you find in your head when you feel like you could do this (THIS … with this rhythm and this feeling and this steadiness and this breath flow) possibly forever … and then you lose your grip on the place and now you’re struggling, and want to stop right now, and are gasping and trying to find your way back there and … oh … there it is again … right when you need it.

Yesterday I had my first real run after a year-plus hiatus. I ran 2.25 miles (not to shabby after a very long break) and am ready to pick this up again. Because running didn’t make me cry … not really. And anyway I think I’m ready to forgive it.

laughingsquid:

Breaking Bad Valentines Day Cards

If you give me one of these for V-day, I will forget for a moment that I’m not much of a “Valentines” kind of girl.

Top 5 Regrets of the Dying…

pianoacrossamerica:

This is so relevant and inspiring. I dream and work towards my dreams so I never have to say these words.

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.
   
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
   
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
   

Read more here: http://exposingthetruth.info/top-five-regrets-of-the-dying/

YES. Making moves … heading this way.

laughingsquid:

Too Cute! Baby Sloths, A Documentary on Costa Rica Sloth Sanctuary

So … Cute as this might be, with the peppy music and the little sloth outfits, I kind of feel like sloths are evolution’s cruel-prank-that-went-too-far.

It’s like when you were a kid, play-fighting with your sibling, and suddenly someone got a little too into it, and now it’s “on.”

elleyo:

looking down 24th to douglass on Flickr.

This is my neighborhood. Isn’t it lovely!!

So … Someone’s about the size of his food bowl.

This guy is finally coming to live with us … in no more than 5 days. (He’s sick right now, so there was a delay.)

We had to make an emergency run to Babies R Us to get a baby gate (to make a little indoor “yard” for the puppy while he’s potty training). That awful place shut my ovaries right up. Yuck. Do. Not. Want.

Also … if you go into Babies R Us with a dude, people will 100% assume you are pregnant. They will offer you a rewards membership, and when you say, “Heck no, I’m not coming back here any time soon, ” they will take it personally and say, “What? You’re not having a baby? Oh no!”

I speak only the truth. Shit happened.

itsnottheface:

HAHAHAHHAA

Oh dear (pun intended) … those are Ohio plates.

(Source: p1ss)

laughingsquid:

People at the Dog Park

Picking Fergus up on Saturday. I choose to be type A.

puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy puppy!

(Source: catversushuman.com)

tylerriewer:

My wife bought the cheapest toilet paper in the world this week, and I just wanted to take a moment to publicly shame her by blogging about it.

Because, frankly, I’m not sure that what she bought classifies as toilet paper. I’ve seen thicker dryer sheets. There’s two-ply, there’s one-ply, and…

Ok … I think I have the same issue going on right now, so I’m adding my support.

My boyfriend is not working at the moment, so I sent him to Target alone (gasp!), because why NOT go on a Tuesday afternoon if you’re just sitting around all day in sweatpants. He came home with the exact same awfulness that you described. It’s not even toilet paper. Not really. And he bought the economy size, so we’re looking at another month or two with this crap (pun intended … and then I cry).

thingsidontunderstandand:

• I hope there is a word (in German?) for when you are walking in New York City, and, for only a moment, your hand basically accidentally holds hands with a stranger who is walking in the opposite direction, toward you, on the sidewalk, or in the street, and though you barely touch, and neither one…

Yes … THIS!

Almost as awkward and new-word-worthy: Walking with a colleague or platonic opposite sex buddy and brushing-nearly-holding-hands. Sooo skeevy!

How many limes does it take to make fresh Tilapia ceviche?

20 effen limes.

lucette:

A limited edition fleece of Jane Austen’s classic novel of love, reputation and class struggle. It’s time to get cozy with your favorite novel in style.

 
#WANT!

I want the Motherless Brooklyn and Visit from the Goon Squad versions of this. Please. Pretty please?

So … my friend Kate wrote a book. She WROTE A BOOK, people. It’s young adult fiction, and it’s friggin fantastic. And it went on sale on Amazon today. For a very affordable $2.99. And not only that … she’s giving 10% of her proceeds to Alternatives for Girls — a charitable organization in the Detroit area.

This woman is amazing. For the past two years, I’ve watched her work her ass off to make this book happen. And not only is she basking in the glory of having her book hit the shelves, she’s also paying it forward.

I’m so proud of her.

So now … read that book!