Since we last talked…


… I decided to run a half marathon in September.

Sure, I exercise on a (almost) daily basis and I once was a pretty avid runner, but I’m still pretty nervous about this challenge. However, I paid $78 to register, so I’m doing it. You know how I feel about wasting money.

This came about yesterday when I sent Tommy an email about a 5K on September 8th. He said he couldn’t do it because he’d be resting for the half marathon he’d decided to run the next day. I thought for a second and decided I would join him.

I really like having a plan in my life and since I’ve felt so lost in my planning recently (ok, for the last few years), I thought this might be a good way to fill my need. Plus, I really liked running when I was dedicated, so I hope to ignite that fire again. Maybe not exactly the same way, I was a little over-dedicated to the process, but this time I think it will be a successful endeavor. Plus, it’s giving me a fun way to bond with my brother.

The biggest struggle I’m going to face is running outside. I’m a treadmill girl. For me it means being able to catch up on my TV shows, take breaks to go to the bathroom, and roll right out of bed to the basement. At least it’s summer so TV is in re-runs and the weather has been beautiful.

I’m lucky enough to have two great friends who’ve recently run halves and tell me I can do it.

So starting next week I’ll be in training til September 9th and anyone is invited to run with me, especially on Saturday long runs!

I think I’ll make a bucket list before then so I can check it off.


In the Dictionary,

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Refresh is defined as:

Verb: Give new strength or energy to; reinvigorate

Noun: An act or function of updating the display on a screen.

That made me laugh.

As you recall, February was “move-on” month, January was… well January was January, but I forgot to mention that March is “refresh” month.

Now, you may be thinking naming months is silly, but it’s kind of like a reminder to work for something and a way to gage progress. We create goals or want to improve all the time, and for me it helps to create a theme – like refreshing – and go from there. If it works for you too, great join the refreshing party. If you’re bored with my month-naming, then come back tomorrow when I’ll tell you something completely unrelated.

Anyway, I know it’s already the 11th of the month (though I have no idea how that happened) but I’m trying to re-fresh my mind and my body.

Falling into the writer role at Red Carpet Tips is doing a lot for the “refreshing my mind” goal. I can’t remember the last time I wrote this much, or actually had this much to do. Sometimes that ┬ácan be stressful, ┬ábut it’s better than the opposite.

For the “refreshing my body” goal, I’m back at boot camp for 2 weeks – including yesterday’s workout on the beach. Was it smart to workout in sand while barefoot with a healing broken toe? No. But, I now realize how close I live to the beach and plan to workout there more often.

I’m also refreshing my face with new makeup (finally used my christmas gift cards!) and amazing swag from my Oscar Lounge weekend.

I was lucky enough to be introduced to KiwiFox products, and by introduced I mean given full size “samples” of both the dark circle remover and the moisturizer.

I’ve been using the dark circle remover for a week and the woman at the MAC store yesterday told me I didn’t have much darkness under my eyes. That’s amazing for an insomniac like me.

I just got the moisturizer in the mail the other day and my skin feels very soft and it smells like Kiwi, so I’m super pleased. Plus, you know HD cameras aren’t getting any blurrier, so I have to combat wrinkles now.

That’s my refreshing post.

Define: Sunshine

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1 – Direct sunlight unbroken by cloud, esp. over a comparatively large area.

2 – Cheerfulness; happiness

I met some of my goals this week, others I failed at, but that’s life right? If you never failed, success wouldn’t feel so good.

I’m still feeling a little blah, but just a teeny bit because I’ve been pretending I’m on vacation.

Vacation? You might think, “Michelle, umm, I don’t want to be rude but you have no job and you live in Southern California, what could you possibly need a vacation from?”

Good point, and that’s exactly why I’m pretending to be on one. After unsuccessful interviews and a haircut I think it too short, I keep feeling crappy. My bank account is going down, I am bored, etc, so I’m vacationing from my thoughts everyday from 3-4pm.

Because that’s when we get direct sunlight in our “backyard.” Our backyard, or patio, could be described as a thin outdoor hallway where we have old patio furniture and my Papazon chair from junior high. So yesterday and today I’ve been vacationing outside. Daydreaming, fake sleeping, getting away from my best friend the computer and reading Sherri Shepard’s autobiography.

And due to this fake vacation, I’m much happier, have managed to get more accomplished with my best friend – update my LinkedIn profile, plan things, submit proposals, apply to jobs and schedule an exciting meeting for Tuesday that I’m really happy and hopeful about.

I mean, it helps that I picked to do this on 75+ degree days, especially when I know it’s snowing in IL, and also that my LA weather is turning a little bland starting tomorrow, but it’s a step in the right direction.

Not exactly cat called

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I will never understand the thought behind beeping the horn at someone walking down the street. As Bridget knows from the countless walks we’ve been on, it drives me nuts! Sometimes I want to do exactly the unexpected and run up to the car and wave in my giddiest voice and say, “Hi, I’m Michelle, what’s your name?” Then I realized I could get killed or abducted that way and the comedic element would probably be lost.

You see, I do not understand the purpose of this beeping, what exactly are you trying to say? Because all it looks like is, “hey you’re a woman and I’m a cave man.” And it never matters what the walker/runner is wearing. I’ve been beeped at in giant Cougar sweatpants (Conant Cougar, not old lady hitting on young man Cougar) and an oversized hoodie just as many time as in a tank top and shorts.

Now today I realized I was wearing a slightly more revealing top, a spaghetti strap tank, but only because I have what looks like a GIANT X on my back due to the longest day ever in the desert for Fear Factor on Monday and I’m trying to get rid of it. It’s kinda embarrassing to have Italian arms and a German back. So I’m walking along talking to my mom on the phone and then listening to music and I keep getting beeped at, which only made me want to run home as fast as possible and put on a t-shirt and then I hear this deep bellowing noise that did not come from a car horn.

My first thought was, seriously, I am not in the mood to be cat called. I’m crabby, I have no job and I’m feeling fat, don’t talk to me. Then I heard it again and I thought some man barked at me.

I was kind of right. I look in front of me to the left and there is a huge truck with four enormous (like double my size) dogs barking at me. I’d literally been barked at. So even though I hate and don’t understand being beeped at, I think I’d rather that than this. At least there’s some sort of positive relation to the beep, being barked at just makes you feel like an eyesore, and it’s kind of scary when there are four Beethoven’s staring you down from behind a teeny tiny pane of glass they could easily bust out of.

At that point my self-esteem really dropped and I did run home. So I guess that was good for me. I need a gym membership.

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