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I ran a Half Marathon.

February 1, 2016

I have to start this out by talking about how we signed up for this oh so naively in June. At least I was naive. I was like ‘oh yea, I’m gonna train so much and be so in shape and it’ll be awesome’. Well. It was awesome. But I definitely did not train.

Okay. I trained for two weeks prior. I ran THREE times before my half marathon. Because I am a crazy person. A crazy, lazy person. Not exactly true- I work full-time from 9:30-6:30 on my feet, running around all day. So when I would get home I’d be tired and not wanting to run miles on miles. So, kinda lazy.

But two weeks before the race I got my butt in shape. I ran five miles, then 7 miles, then 3 miles, and then on Sunday the 17th I ran 13.1 miles.

What in the.

2016-01-17 14.42.04It was me, the boyfriend, and two of my close friends running. We were PUMPED. Kabir left us right at the starting line- just darted off without a word. Ha! Then the rest of us ran the first six miles together, before breaking up and leaving one behind. 🙁 We all made it though! We stopped a few times to say hello to our adoring fans (friends + parents) and to take some photos. It was so helpful having people cheer me on. I didn’t walk once! Okay I walked for a minute or two past mile 10 because my legs were like hey we did NOT TRAIN FOR THIS and I was like yea, I know- TWO MORE MILES, GUYS.
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The motivation was thin. I kept thinking, only ten more minutes of running- that’s not that long, you can do it! But dang did I want to stop. I really, really wanted to. But then you see the finish line and you’re like I. Must. Run. Across. It. And then you do, because damn it you’re amazing.
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And then you sit on the floor and eat an ice cream and think about how insane it is that you just ran 13.1 miles. A week before you ran 7 and before that you’d never run more than 3 miles… EVER. The body will do amazing things if you push it.

And then. Because it is you and your boyfriend’s one year anniversary… you will make him kiss you in front of a graffiti wall before you drive home to shower all the sweat and gatorade off of you. 🙂
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I’d do it again.


Houston Lifestyle

Searching for Drake

January 7, 2016

Once upon a time, three girls thought Drake might’ve filmed something special in Houston at Rice University. Turns out we were quite wrong, but we still had a little adventure. So, it turns out that Drake is VERY inspired by James Turrell’s light exhibits, including the one installed permanently at Rice University. We were mislead and thought Drake FILMED Hotline Bling at the exhibit at Rice. No. But we did find out they do light shows every night at sunset.

Future date spot, yeah?


Always nice spending time with my ladies, despite not getting to be closer to Drake.


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My Fake Christmas Tree Died.

November 15, 2015

I’m not sure what this post is about, except maybe to update on my life. I’ve been working like a workin’ woman. Two jobs! Still working in retail, and now have branched into the freelance social media world. I hope that this continues to grow because I really do miss it. I feel like opportunities are coming my way and that is a good thing.

I’ve been in a better mood lately. Like giggles and smiles for days. Savoring it. I wrote a blog post about how I was not doing well but I haven’t published it. We’ll save that for a rainy day. I like to keep things positive unless I feel like it’s helpful to not be. Does that make sense? Yes? Okay.

I am ready for winter. Bring on the cold! It’s felt lovely this past weekend and I want to enjoy it more. All the time. Come on, Christmas! I am struggling with budgeting for Christmas presents. I know that’s not what it’s all about, but I really enjoy buying things for people. It’s a fun challenge for me, and I hope to do well again this year. But I really do want to buy all the things.

I went up to my parent’s attic a few days ago to dig out my christmas tree and christmas decor. Strangely I found that my white, fake christmas tree was partly golden brown. Like it had been nicely toasted on one side. I called my mom and she, I kid you not, laughed for thirty minutes about how my christmas tree had died. I find a lot of metaphors in my life and I’m hoping that the dead christmas tree isn’t one for my coming Christmas spirit.

So. There’s an update on life.