Dressing The Part

I don't mind mismatching while running around my neighborhood. I have been known to wear the same sports bra twice in a row if I don't get "too sweaty". I blow the occasional snot-rocket in cold weather and might have used my sleeve a time or two during said snot rocketing. And 99% of my running attire is bought at Marshalls/TJMaxx/Etc or on serious sale at the local sports store. Pure Class.

I mean, I just sweat in it after all.

Enter....The Raceday Outfit. 

Yup. I plan it out. I color coordinate. I go for comfort AND style while in public running situations. Why? Cause I'm a girl. And when I feel cute, I feel good. Don't act like you don't do it either. (Psh)

I have a few rules:

1.  Never, ever, wear the race shirt for the race you are running in that day. Nuff said.

2.  Just like food/drink/routine, don't practice or test on race day.

3.  Embrace your inner girly girl. Wear pink. Or sparkles. A tutu. Or whatever makes you happy.

4.  The Paparazzi is out at races, just remember that. Smile!

5.  Look at yourself at all angles in a mirror. I don't want to torture the women behind me while wearing shorts that might accentuate my cottage cheese/big butt/whiteness, etc. 

6. Always dress as if it's 20 degrees warmer than the weather is expected to be. Being hot sucks, trust me...honey those black cotton capri pants for a half marathon in March are not good. I live in AZ after all.

7. Plan ahead. Wear it once if it's new. Wash it and lay it out the night before.

So yes, just 1 week until I am debuting a new outfit. I was feelin extra sassy last week so I took my happy ass down to the local Lululemon store and treated myself to pair #2 of my new favorite shorts (tracker short II):

And a new shirt....

Love. Ran in them both last Friday. Promptly took shirt off after mile 3. Set on side of road with my water bottle stash. Collected shirt after 10 sweaty-ass miles. It'll work.

Look cute. Feel good. For me anyway...it won't make me faster, but at least my ass will look good.

Feel Good Decisions

Insomnia much? It's 1:13 am...and here I sit.

But, it's been a while my friends....so what have I been doing the past week?

A lot. (not sleeping apparently)

A wedding, mid-week dinner/baseball date, planning for an amazing event that is happening tomorrow, working, running, sweating, dog-walking, decision making, picnic attending, meetings....oh so many meetings...and naturally with all that, drinking. Basically being an adult. An awesome adult. 
 
I made a big decision in my professional life this week. It stressed me out. It made me worry, lose sleep, plan and scheme and make lists...and at the end of this week, I'm confident, happy and excited about my decision. And that my friends, feels good. 

I am really looking forward to a vacation that is quickly approaching. Until then, I have another VERY busy week and weekend ahead of me.

Busy is good. Busy is happiness. Busy is success. Busy is being loved and loving back.

A few pics...

BFF and her teeny lil baby bump, so cute.

Getting my makeup on.

Greasyface

I like to take these and prove to Wade I really do workout/sweat.

The Great Birthday Week

This week is a favorite of mine. Four of my favorite people were all born within a week of each other. Two of them on the same day and year.

Lot's of birthday wishes, cake, celebratory drinks and little gifts to show my love.

Sara. One of my oldest and dearest friends. Lover of all things fashion and fabulous. Fellow candy lover. Secret holder. My Confidant. She has a love for life that brightens any room and she sees beauty in the small things. Future Mommy (10.31.12)

 Cynthia. My Mexico traveling companion. Soul sister. My logical thought processor. Sensitive and sweet, with a little German sass mixed in. Mother of my beautiful Goddaughter.

Gabe. Brother from Another Mother. Years of entertainment, laughter and true friendship. Shoulder to cry on. Drinking buddy. True. Honest. I can always be me around him. 

Jamie. My sister. My childhood. Who I admired for so many years...and still do. Horse lover. Polar opposite. Silly, smart and beautiful without knowing it.

Happiest of Birthdays, my Friends.

Eleven

11 more runs until I run 26.2

I'm sitting here staring at the clock....I'm meeting Kara at 6:00 to bust out a tempo run. 1/5/1 = 7 miles.

Kinda scared of it too.

I could use a good run because I haven't ran since Sunday, but the heat....the heat is here. Ugh.

I'm tired.
I'm hungry.
I don't wanna.

I need some motivation.

Oh wait...here it is.

Better go lace up!