Direction

Well, I’m fairly certain that this is the longest lapse in posts that this blog has ever seen. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say; on the contrary, I have a lot to say. I’m just busy. It’s nice to say that I have too much to write about and not enough time. I freelance for two sources now, and am also doing a fair amount of web/marketing/copy writing for my regular 9-5 job. My creativity and writing skills have been challenged more in the last year than ever before. I love it, but it leaves my writing here as a low priority in the grand scheme of things.

It’s strange, when you become detached from your blog. It’s almost like the end of a relationship. For six years I’ve poured my heart and soul into the “pages” of this blog. It’s seen me through the darkest times: through dealing with my miscarriage to the death of my mother. This blog has been with me since before my daughter was even conceived and yet, I find myself shrugging my shoulders at it because it’s just not my priority anymore.

So what is going on in my life? Work, writing, not as much running as I’d like; and life in general. Nothing newsworthy, nothing earth-shattering. I finally feel like I am coming into my own as a writer. I feel like I have a voice. I’ve found my platform, I am being heard, and that feeling is hard to beat. I actually just found myself smiling while writing that.

I’ve become a little disenchanted with blogging. I’m tired of the “mom blogger” scene; the egos and the politics finally became a little too much for me. I don’t read many blogs anymore and obviously I don’t blog myself much anymore. I got away from the reason I started blogging, and that was as an outlet and a place to write when I felt like the thoughts in my head would fill up so much they’d make my head explode if I didn’t get some of them out. I tried to create share-worthy posts, clickable content, Pinnable posts, blah blah blah. My column with Nooga.com has given me the direction and recognition I’ve been seeking all these years.

So anyway, all of this is to not necessarily say “I quit!”, because that’s dramatic and stupid. All of this is really just me writing here as I used to. A journal, a diary, a way of putting down my aimless thoughts… Just an outlet.

Work, Tabata, ALL THE BURPEES.

Well, it’s me. Here I am, at my sad, lonely, little blog. I’m not even sure that anyone reads this anymore. I feel kind of bad for neglecting it so, but life has been busy.

I’ve been at my new job for about six weeks now, and I love it. I am challenged nearly every day and I am part of an awesome team of smart, dedicated, and hard-working people who make me want to push myself to do the best job that I possibly can. The management team is encouraging, positive, and are just generally awesome.

I’ve also started taking advantage of my company’s gym and more specifically, the afternoon workout class on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I’m still not back to running since hurting myself at Run For Your Lives so I decided to jump into the class to get some cardio in. I figured it’d be easy; I had been watching them from afar for a little while and I figured I’d jump right in and be fine.

Oh my god. I was so wrong. Mondays are weight training days so for the first time in my life, I’m doing bench presses, squats with weights, rows, dips, and dead lifts. Wednesdays and Fridays are Tabata days, and I’m fairly certain that Tabata stands for “TORTURE ABSOLUTE BALLS ASS TORTURE ALWAYS”. Every Tabata session starts with 4 minutes of 20 second jump rope intervals, which I thought would be easy but again: WRONG WRONG WRONGY WRONG. It’s so hard. After jump rope we do sets of random, horrible exercises designed to light our muscles on fire and make us consider either suicide or homicide. Today we did an exercise called “Roxanne”, to which the other members of the group were like AHHHH SHIT NO NOT ROXANNE and I was like “What’s so bad about Roxanne?”

Let me tell you what’s so bad about Roxanne. The song “Roxanne” is played and you do jumping jacks the whole time, except for when they sing the word “Roxanne”, and then when they do that, you do a burpee. In case you don’t know what a burpee is, check this out. I am fairly certain that the exercise was created by Satan himself to punish everyone forever.

Anyway, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY TIMES THAT ASSHOLE SAYS “ROXANNE” DURING THE COURSE OF THAT SONG? I just Googled it and got conflicting answers but the general consensus is between 26-29 times. SO MANY BURPEES. Seriously, listen to the song and imagine doing burpees every time they say “Roxanne”. Or instead of imagining; do it. It’s harder than you’d think. Toward the end of the song, I pretty much just put myself on the ground and stayed there until it was over.

That’s how life has been recently work-wise. Long story short, it’s been amazing. I’m struggling to get these last 20-25 pounds off and am stuck at a 27 pound total weight loss. Hopefully these “Roxanne”s and “squat circle”s and “Satan burpees” will help me lose this last chunk of weight and get more fit overall.

Writing for Nooga.com is taking up most of my writing time and creative energy. I haven’t been investing as much as I was in the beginning, and it’s showing in my work. My last columns have been kinda “meh”, but hopefully I’ll be able to change that. I’m still freelancing, and have actually been doing some printed copywriting which is really awesome. It’s just little pieces of copy here and there, but there is something thrilling about reading something that I wrote. That came from me; from my mind. It’s pretty amazing.

I was also interviewed for a story on ESPN.com about my experience with Run For Your Lives. Also awesome and thrilling.

I think this might be the most boring blog post of all time, so if you are still reading it, thank you. Thanks for sticking around and listening to my rambling.

Run For Your Lives Recap

I first wrote about Run For Your Lives back in January when I made it part of my list of things to do before my twenties expire and my thirties begin. Well, Saturday was race day! I woke up that morning feeling horribly unprepared. I was certain that I hadn’t trained enough and that I was doomed. I convinced my friend Brynn to come with me and she was also pretty sure that she was zombie bait.

We set out early, as the race location was about an hour from where we live. Even though I was nervous, I was also excited and ready to outrun some undead!

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Okay, I was like mostly excited and some nervous. Or maybe it was reversed. Whatever.

We got to the race location (out in like Boonies, Georgia, where I was half-convinced that someone was just gonna straight up Texas Chainsaw our asses) and got everything settled registration-wise. We had about an hour to kill so we wandered around, checked out the events of the all-day Apocalypse Party and limbered up (which happens to be rule #18 of Zombieland).

We ran in the Noon wave and guys, it was intense. It was more intense than I imagined it would be. The first wave of zombies were ruthless and right off the bat I got two flags taken. I did encounter some neighborly zombies (we are in the South after all) who gave me two flags back so I would have a fighting chance the rest of the race. I don’t know how other RFYL courses are, but in Georgia, there was at least a quarter of a mile (maybe more) that was all uphill. On the way up and the way back down there were no zombies, which was good because I’m fairly certain that if I had run down that steep hill I would have fallen and killed myself.

I did fall, actually, really hard. I was crossing a ditch filled with rocks (I assume during rainy days it is filled with water) and a zombie came up from behind me and scared me so bad that I screamed, ran, lost my footing and just fell knees-first right into the pile of rocks. I banged my knee up and scraped my leg. A medic was nearby and made sure that I was okay, but I didn’t come almost two miles just to give up so I solidered on.

I had to skip some of the crawling obstacles, but I did dive into the vat of cold, muddy “blood” water, scaled walls, and sprinted through outstretched zombie arms faster than I thought my body was capable of. At the last stretch, I had one flag left. After I crawled out of the vat of cold blood, I was faced with a field full of what had to have been at LEAST thirty zombies, just waiting to snatch my flag. Brynn and I decided to try and stick with a big group and we all just took off running across the field together. I sprinted as fast as I could and avoided all zombies. Suddenly I was five feet from the finish – the end was in sight! I was going to survive! But then, two zombies came after me. I did the #1 thing that I now know not to do: I hesitated. The moment’s hesitation is all it took and I was surrounded. A zombie to the left, a zombie to the right. One of them started grabbing at my flag and I was yelling, “NO NO NO NO!” while twisting and trying to get away. But she was faster and snatched my last flag – RIGHT AT THE FINISH LINE! I was so mad.

The finish line was one more obstacle; a belly-crawl under electrified fence through the mud. At this point I was wet, bloody, in pain, and “infected” but there was only one way out and that was under the fence. I slithered through the mud and a friend we’d made during the race was on the other side. She grabbed my hands and helped pull me through the rest of the way.

Even though I finished infected, I finished! I was bummed that my hurt knee forced me to skip some of the obstacles, but I still felt so exhilarated and thrilled to have finished something that was so difficult. And y’all, it was SO HARD. It was fun, it was terrifying, and it was really challenging. I went into the race afraid that my body wasn’t ready for the challenge and finished the race amazed at what my body was capable of. I wasn’t tired, I didn’t feel like collapsing and dying and the only complaint I had was that my leg was throbbing from where I fell.

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Me on the left, Brynn on the right.

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Infected and FILTHY.

We stuck around and enjoyed a free beer and some of the Apocalypse Party. I got called onstage for a zombie movie trivia game where another girl and I faced off against two guys. My head is jam-packed with useless movie trivia and that helped my team win! I won a RFYL beer mug, which was put to good use that evening as I enjoyed some well-earned brews.

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Run For Your Lives was every bit as fun as I had hoped it would be. I’m really proud of myself for finishing, and I honestly cannot wait to do it again. It was one of the most fun experiences I’ve ever had and if you have the chance to do one, I would highly recommend it (use my special discount code ZPTD10 to get 15% off your registration). Check out this video below, it’s coverage from the race I ran in and gives a good look at what the 2013 Georgia race was like – plus it shows how the RFYL team transforms people into the walking dead!

Thanks for the awesome time, RFYL. SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!

Disclosure: As a RFYL ambassador, I got some sweet RFYL swag and gear. I also got two free race registrations, which I used to run the race in Georgia. All opinions are my own, and I really did love running this 5k and plan on doing it again next year.

Mumford & Sons, New Jobs, ZOMBIES.

So time has completely gotten away from me. The last month has been pretty hectic. My freelance writing has kind of blown up (I have another column I’m writing for Nooga.com, plus some side projects), I started a new job this week and, oh yeah,

I SAW MUMFORD & SONS IN CONCERT ON TUESDAY.

My friend Stephanie and I headed down to Atlanta in the early afternoon. The concert was at Centennial Olympic Park, and we managed to find an open lot RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET. We parked and decided to walk to Vortex to get a bit to eat. It was about 2 miles one way and let me tell you, the burger was worth the 4 mile walk. SO GOOD. After lunch, we headed back to the park to see a line had already formed to get in. Crap! It wasn’t too bad, and we were pretty confident we’d still get good spots. We did.

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Oh my God, y’all. It was more amazing than I can explain. Each song was amazing. They played “Dust Bowl Dance”, where Marcus Mumford played the drums and near the end of the song, he just lost his damn mind and threw his drumsticks away and kicked the whole drumset over before going to the front of the stage and finishing the song. It was so freaking cool, I just started screaming like a crazy person. One of the highlights of the show (aside from “Timshel”, “I Will Wait”, “Lover’s Eyes”, and their finale, “The Cave”… Okay so pretty much the whole damn thing) was after the road crew set the drumset back up after “Dust Bowl Dance”. The band came back out and with them came their opening acts, Bear’s Den and The Vaccines. They all played “Come Together”, and it was FLIPPING. AWESOME. I found this video on YouTube, which doesn’t do it justice but is still pretty good.

I got a couple of good photos – not many because I was too busy enjoying the show!

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“Timshel”

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SO MANY MUMFORDS

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the concert since Tuesday. It was an amazing day with a great friend. We got home super late, and the next day I started a new job. What! Yes, last week I left the job I’d had for the past three years for a new opportunity. I’m enjoying the new job very much, and am happy to report that it is something brand new and very challenging. One of the best parts is that I get to work on a Mac and I am learning Photoshop. WEEEE!!!

I’m gearing myself up for tomorrow. What is tomorrow, you ask? Oh, just a little thing called RUN FOR YOUR LIVES. Yeah, IT’S HERE ALREADY. What? How did that happen? I swear it was like, yesterday that I first blogged about it. WTF. Anyway, please send good RUN BITCH vibes my way and hope that I make it through the race with a survivor medal? I will keep you posted on how it goes. Don’t forget that if you’re interested in running one of these, check out the website to check for a race near you and use the code ZPTD10 to get 15% off your registration!

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That’s all for now, friends. I’m going to really try to post more often, but I make no promises because my life is CA-RAZY right now!

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