Jul 27
Why would you want to spend time working out inside when you could wake up and work out on these? Yeah, that’s what I thought. You wouldn’t waste your time inside either. Of course, when it’s freezing, I’ll be back at Scott Fitness where there’s no contract ever, and you can start and stop as often as you like. For now, I’m on the “stopped” phase. (And no, it’s not like I get any sort of bonus for linking to their site. I just like them.) Since I’m not at Scott Fitness, over the last few days I’ve spent a LOT of time on these stairs. Forget counting how many steps I’ve taken – that’s one area the machine definitely has the advantage. I just go by the number of songs I listen to while I run up and down the stairs. It helps if I pick fast songs. I definitely would NOT recommend climbing them to Jordin Spark’s “No Air.” (My mom loves working out to that song. I will NEVER understand that.)
My running has been sporadic over the past few months. I was blaming that on my fooorever long commute, but since moving to KC three weeks ago, I still wasn’t feeling it. For some reason, Taylor Swift’s “Love Story” as my alarm doesn’t help me vault out of bed. And if I don’t work out in the morning, it’s probably not happening. I am SO a morning person. Last week, I changed my alarm. Nickelback. Just about anything from their Dark Horse CD makes me jump out of bed. Problem solved, and I am back on the wagon. It’s a good thing too – I unpacked my scale this week. Of course, given that I’m taller than I thought, that number isn’t really as bad as it could be – I’m only six pounds off from the range that I give myself. Give me a month and I’ll be back on track. For now, I’m just extra bootylicious. That’s hardly a bad thing.
This morning I talked my roommate into going with me. Let’s call her Juarez – that’s where her family’s from, but it’s not her real name. (Roommates are almost family, but they get some level of protection. Come on, that’s only fair, right? Reece wishes he was my roommate.) We’ve actually got another roommate who will be joining us in a few short weeks and we can’t wait! Maybe we’ll rope her into early mornings too. It’s always more fun to run with someone else. Even when you’re not running “together.” (That wasn’t a problem today. Juarez is shorter than SixFour.)
Take a look at how beautiful it is out there in those early morning hours. Care to join us?
Tagged with: exercise • juarez • kansas city • kc • kcmo • mom • reece • running • sixfour • stairs • working out
May 22
I am one of the stealthiest people I know. At least today I felt like I was. I spent this morning in my postcard. Normally I’d be running. (Sans SixFour, who I still refuse to run with. It’s a pride thing.) Today I sat on a bench and worked. I promised myself I’d head into the office today, but I brought my work with me to a park bench instead. I’ll stick it out at the office a little while later, but weather like this shouldn’t be wasted.
Back to being stealthy. While walking around my postcard (4 inch heels should make up for the lack of a run, I think) I snagged my nylons. First of all, I have no idea WHY I was wearing nylons on such a nice day. I should have thought about that. Second, OF course I snagged my nylons. It’s bound to happen every once in awhile. So what did I do? I sat down on a bench and verrrry carefully shimmied right out of them. No one noticed, don’t worry. I was that good. Next thing you know, I’m going to get a call from the cast of Chuck. Just call me the next Sarah Walker. Boo ya.
Tagged with: loose park • nylons • postcard • sixfour • sunshine
May 13
You know how Cinderella turned into a pumpkin after midnight? You might not remember the story going that way, but that’s how we always told it at our house. Last night, I avoided the whole pumpkin stage and turned into a cheese ball. Well, cheese ROLL would probably be more accurate. Actually, the technical term would be “pão de queijo,” but that would only be if you speak Portuguese. And I don’t. Hence, we’re back to the whole “cheese ball” terminology. You see, I had a business debt to pay off. Remember SixFour? He helped me find my KC office back in February (when I was in a HUGE bind because the office I was supposed to move into fell through the day of the move!) and I promised to take him to (in my opinion) the BEST restaurant EVER. I finally followed through. And just so we don’t make him look bad – SixFour NEVER would have mentioned it if I hadn’t followed through. But *I* would have remembered. And felt totally guilty every single time I went without having that debt paid off. Mission accomplished. Guilty feeling gone.
I imagine most people go to Fogo de Chao for the fantastic meats. Or the great service. Or the Brazilian lemonade. I love all of those. But what I really go for are. The. Cheese. Balls. I can eat a trillion. I must have been a little off my game last night, since I only inhaled enjoyed eight. Of course, I was determined NOT to keep track. (It’s much easier to enjoy them when you don’t know how many you’re enjoying. It makes the whole calorie thing seem irrelevant.) SixFour couldn’t help himself. The minute I said not to, you can bet the econ major in him came out. I’m telling myself it was because he was trying to figure out where I put them. Whatever it was, he couldn’t help himself. Such a guy, right? Tell them not to do something and you might as well give them an invite to do it.
At any rate, my debt’s paid off. Which means I can feel free to turn into a cheese ball whenever I want, no guilt attached. That’s WAY better than a pumpkin.
Tagged with: brazilian lemonade • cheese balls • dinner • fogo de chao • food • kansas city • leila shea law • sixfour
Apr 17
I’ve got a friend who I’m going to call “SixFour.” He’s not family, so we’ll stick him with a nickname. “SixFour” seems fitting given his incredible height of – you guessed it – 6’4”. Insert sigh of jealousy here. Not that *I* want to be 6’4” – can you imagine? – but sometimes it’d come in handy. Like when I need something off the top shelf at the grocery store. I always have to ask the SixFours of the world to help when I really want that last hard-to-reach salad dressing. (Salad dressing sounds much more virtuous than the last bag of cheetos, right?)
Anyway, we’ve been working on a political campaign for Kansas’s 20th District Republican Primary. Since I had plans to run after our morning of walking the district (we knock on doors and encourage people to vote in the August primary) SixFour offered to be my running partner when we were done. After a quick change into some gym clothes (we don’t knock on doors wearing them of course!) we met up at the postcard (also known as Loose Park) where we proceeded to run “together.”
Have you ever read the definition of “together”? Here it is – “into or in one gathering, company, mass, place, or body” or “into or in union, proximity, contact, or collision, as two or more things.” That said, there was NOTHING “together” about our run today. SixFour blew through four laps in the time it took me to do three. In other words, I got my apple kicked.
Of course, when you think about it, I would have run the same pace – maybe slower! – without him running circles around me. (And no, that was not literal. I would have told him to go away if he was really running circles around me as I went around the loop.) So I’m happy I went. There’s something about running that helps clear my head and I’m sure I’ll head back to the postcard soon… However, if I’m looking for an ego boost, there’s no way I’m running “together” with SixFour.
Tagged with: cheetos • loose park • postcard • running • sixfour
Why would you want to spend time working out inside when you could wake up and work out on these? Yeah, that’s what I thought. You wouldn’t waste your time inside either. Of course, when it’s freezing, I’ll be back at Scott Fitness where there’s no contract ever, and you can start and stop as often as you like. For now, I’m on the “stopped” phase. (And no, it’s not like I get any sort of bonus for linking to their site. I just like them.) Since I’m not at Scott Fitness, over the last few days I’ve spent a LOT of time on these stairs. Forget counting how many steps I’ve taken – that’s one area the machine definitely has the advantage. I just go by the number of songs I listen to while I run up and down the stairs. It helps if I pick fast songs. I definitely would NOT recommend climbing them to Jordin Spark’s “No Air.” (My mom loves working out to that song. I will NEVER understand that.)
This morning I talked my roommate into going with me. Let’s call her Juarez – that’s where her family’s from, but it’s not her real name. (Roommates are almost family, but they get some level of protection. Come on, that’s only fair, right? Reece wishes he was my roommate.) We’ve actually got another roommate who will be joining us in a few short weeks and we can’t wait! Maybe we’ll rope her into early mornings too. It’s always more fun to run with someone else. Even when you’re not running “together.” (That wasn’t a problem today. Juarez is shorter than SixFour.)
