Saturday, February 16, 2013

Running wardrobe staple

Happy Saturday! 

It's super beautiful in Houston today, temps started out this morning in the mid 40's and there was NOTHING but sunshine. (Read: PERFECT day for a run!) Normally, when it's too cold to run in just shorts, I'll wear my tights or leggings, and then throw on a pair of shorts over them. I can't bring myself to be "that girl." (You know THAT girl, the one who runs in just her spandex shorts/tights/pants/unitard who...bless her heart...maybe should have worn a longer shirt...or a dress...) A couple of weeks ago when I was in Disney World and drooling all over everything in the expo, I came across this one booth and totally did an impulse buy. One month later, I'm still wearing it regularly...
3 words, kids. Sparkly. Running. Skirt.

At the Disney Marathon expo, I came across the booth for Team Sparkle and was all sortsa hooked on everything I saw. Everything was so bright and sparkly. So I thought, well this is perfect for Disney- add a lil gussy to my marathon ensem? Sure! Character pics are a must, so I might as well try to jazz myself up. Lo and behold, this skirt has gotten much more than just race day use! Lemme tell you why I dig it so much:

1. It's freakin sparkly. Duh.
2. It weighs nothing.
3. It goes with everything. If I could wear it to work, I would.
4. It's the perfect length to cover up your...assets...while wearing your spandex running shorts/tights/pants/unitard without adding annoying bulk, weight, or anything that would ride up. Win!
5. It stays put through your entire run!

So anyway, friends, just had to write you short little note to brag about how my running clothes are cuter than yours this fabulous lil ditty that every lady should add to her arsenal of gym clothes. Because, seriously, when DON'T you need a lil sparkle in your life?
Still going strong after 26.2 miles of magic! (The skirt, I mean...not me...)

Annnnnnd, just because it was so beautiful out, and my run this morning was so enjoyable, I leave you with my "picture from the run:"

What's your favorite thing to run in?

How far did you guys run today??

What's your favorite thing to do in Disney World?
I'm torn between Fantasyland in the MK, Spaceship Earth, or eating around the World Showcase.

....duh. It's eating around the World Showcase. Chocolate crepes, people. Chocolate crepes.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Sunday Funday for sure!

2 postings in one day! Holy cannoli!

Today was just too fabulous not to write about. At least it was to me. So I will list for y'all, in chronological order, everything wonderful that my day was comprised of:

1- A big bowl of this!

Man, I wish the box still looked this awesome.
I've never actually had any Life that was not cinnamon. I hear the original isn't really very sweet. Sooooo, what's the point of that?

2- It was a beautiful day outside- the kind that lasts well into the morning. So at around 10 this morning, I set out for my run at the park. I was only going to do 2 laps (I told Donnie I'd stay on the track....) but after a mile I was itchinnnnnng to venture off. And since it was a beautiful day, every trail was packed, so I justified my venturing out since I would not be alone somewhere (which is what Donnie worries about). My plan to do a little 5-6 miler quickly turned into 10 with some random hill work thrown in at the turnaround spot. I like doing hill work because at the tops of hills (read: overpasses) I can catch a shot like this:
Sometimes I hate the city. But on days like today, it redeems itself.

3- After a wonderful run, I went straight to Trader Joe's where I stocked up on FABULOUS eats for this week!!  You can now find in my fridge:
This stuff is like crack. CRACK. Enjoy it with multigrain pita chips, or broccoli florets, or snap peas. Oh yum.

I'm not sure what my favorite part of this trek mix is. ...Powerberries. It's the powerberries. Don't know what a powerberry is? Get yo'self to a TJ's stat! You can find them in the mix, or, if you know the right place to look, you can get a bag of just the straight berries. Dangerous!

I also have a pretty significant addiction to their Greek yogurt. And at about $1 a carton, you can't go wrong!

And this beauty. This beauty was in my fridge. Now it's on its way to my hips and thighs.

4- I did all my laundry! I won't take a picture of it, because it's not folded. But even though it's not folded (and let's face's probably not going to get folded for another 2 days....I've had a busy Sunday!), it's still clean and that's all that matters in the end.

5- Donnie took the dogs for a stroll with me this evening. This is always quite an undertaking because Lady is ridiculous on a leash, and Max feels the need to pee on every other bush, tree, and hydrant we pass. But today Lady didn't go too nuts until the end...or anytime we passed a feral cat (she shows no interest in Dinah, but when we're out in public she acts like she's bred to kill). Max did throw me off at some point when he lifted his non-usual leg (read: I was in the line of fire. Good thing I was on my a-game...and there were no cars coming as I lept out into the street), but other than that, the four of us remained pretty well behaved.

6- My lesson plans are finished, as well as my manicure. Bring it on, Monday.

NOLA weekend 2k13

I think it's safe to say that, a full seven days after the fact, I have FINALLY recovered from New Orleans.
Screw you, Bourbon Street, and your establishments that neither close nor have clocks..

This weeklong recovery should not lead you to believe that I went on some sort of crazy bender like I would have in college (um, no last call AND you can take your drinks to go?! It was like some sort of lost, drunken, dirty, streets-filled-with-piss paradise that would have made my inner 21....or 19... year old self very happy). However, I am no longer 21...or 19. And this weekend clearly proved to me that I, indeed, cannot hang. At all. 

However I entered this weekend knowing full well that I can really only hang with the likes of 70+ year olds (I like to eat early and be in bed by 9) so I paced myself and was really only severely injured from sleep deprivation, and not a hangover the size of Minnesota. It's the little victories in life we can celebrate..

Let's back up- the purpose of this over night stay that felt like a 3 week long bottomless hurricane was to celebrate my badass sister in law as she embarked on her last big weekend as a single lady!
This picture doesn't do her justice. Not only is she tall and gorgeous and can sport heels that make me wobbly just looking at them, but her cosmo also matched her earrings perfectly.

I will not go into detail about our evening/morning (what happens in NOLA stays in NOLA), but I will highly recommend 2 must do's that don't (necessarily) involve boozin. Number 1- The Ghost Tour. This tour wasn't only a ghost tour, it was more like a mile (though our guide said we only went maybe a quarter of a mile- I call shenanigans. My inner runner knows what a loop around the track feels like, and this was longer..) long jaunt through the oldest part of the city where a pirate tells you all sorts of stories and history about the area and the very places we were standing.

This is one of the 3 original old buildings that is still standing in NOLA. Built in the 1700's, it withstood fires and, of course, floods.  The story about this building is that a young girl, about 16, moved here with her husband, a military high up, from France with their newborn. Hubs gets shipped off to fight, never comes back, and occasionally you can see the young girl holding her baby and looking off into the distance, searching for her love. But, unfortunately, all I saw was a green house. This building is now a museum- you should check it out!

This is Lafitte's. It is the longest standing bar in America. Is it the oldest building in America? No- but it is the winner of the building that has been serving alcohol for the longest time. (Yes, beating Boston and Philly. Their buildings are old, but haven't necessarily been serving as a bar for all those years.) Even during the prohibition, when Lafitte's turned into an Automotive shop...(you know, without a garage or customers bringing in any cars) it's still rumored that they were serving. Lafitte's was referred to as a haunted pirate bar. (And I'm pretty sure our tour guide, the pirate, would know). This was a real badass place to go- in it's hey day it's regulars included pirates, gangsters, and other high class citizens of the city. 

And finally, the piece de resistance- dinner at Emeril's. Bam. Probably one of the ritziest restaurants I've been too (the kind where they put the napkin in your lap for you.... craaaazy!), the seven of us ladies, all glammed up and quite a few in surely fit in.... We started off with a round of champagne to toast the bride-to-be, and indulged in the calamari appetizer and something with sausage...I was too busy with the calamari to notice anything or anyone else. It was to die for. Then- the main course. I chose the fettucini nero- it was urchin fettucini, with shrimp, mussels, sweet corn, tomatoes and spinach in this outta control sauce. Ho man. It was crazy! Then- dessert. We lied and said it was Katie's birthday, since the table next to us was celebrating and got a honkin piece of chocolate cake that looked to.die.for. However, I think our servers were on to our drunken game, and they brought Katie a tiny bowl of sorbet instead. It was still fabulous, though! (One not-fabulous thing about Emeril's- the server, upon our request for a round of champagne, didn't offer us bottles, we didn't think to ask for a bottle, and a single glass was $20. ....I can get 4 bottles for that price, thanks a heap, Emeril.)

All in all, not a bad weekend to be had. Everyone came out alive. Only one of us threw up (I think). And no one lost anything valuable. I'll call it a NOLA win!