techless run.

Get running stuff ready the night before = no fuss in the morning.

It’s simple math that every athlete and/or human being on the planet understands. You know, that “fail to plan, plan to fail” BS that’s so true it’s annoying.

Last night I failed at planning. After R and I caught up on the newest show, Public Morals, I sunk into my pillow and didn’t surface until my alarm this morning.

I had nothing ready. My shorts and top and sports bra and socks and shoes and headphones and keys were all in separate spots.

Drunk on sleep, I stumbled around my apartment for 15 minutes trying to find everything. My iPod was nowhere to be found, my headphones basket-weaved themselves together overnight and my Nike+ watch wasn’t charged.

SCREW IT! I yelled it out loud from the living room, threw on the crappiest shoes I could find, shoved my keys in a Nike sports bra that’s seen more races than I can remember, and finally hit the road.

Only three minutes late.

After all that I was mentally checked out. This run is gonna suck anyway, I thought. 

The thing is, IT DIDN’T.

Yeah, it was still tough with my Dystonia. Yeah, I still walked most of the time. Yeah, I wished I were jamming to Jay-Z. But my seven-year-old Pumas and I had a blast.

techless run

I said “good morning” to the regulars and stopped to pet themostadorabledogomggg. Then I made a little more peace with the fact that my Dystonia is here for as long as it wants to be.

Fewer expectations = more fun. 

That’s some more simple math for you.

Tomorrow I plan to hide my iPod, let my watch battery drain, and give those Pumas another run for their money.

the first run after vacation.

“Don’t get mad. Get even.” 

That’s what I kept repeating in my mind during this morning’s run after a five-day running hiatus.

Here’s my mini-log from the last few days…

Friday, Saturday and Sunday — No exercise unless you count fitting myself into a tiiiiiight wedding dress. The weekend was packed with too much fun. 

Monday — Bike trainer slow-pedal and a short HIIT workout. 

Tuesday — 40 mins on the bike and 15 mins of HIIT after work. Woke up feeling like bulllshhh and couldn’t get myself out of bed early. 

Wednesday — The get even run. FINALLY got my act together. Here’s how it went…

IMG_2456

To be honest, I knew a tough run was coming, and maybe that’s why I put off heading out for so long. But I wasn’t mad about it. I just wanted to get even and get it done.

This bad, hard run wasn’t punishment for resting five days. It wasn’t a slap on the wrist for giving myself a break. It wasn’t even about taking my anger out on my Dystonia.

It was about working through the breath that I knew would be hard to get in after five days off. It was about pushing past the tiredness. It was about accepting the soreness that I secretly love to hate. 

Getting mad about a setback in fitness is silly because there’s always something you can do that’s not, well, getting mad. Just starting again is one. Pounding it out on the grass or the pavement is my most favorite form of getting even and getting black out drunk on endorphins.

IMG_0143

Here’s to letting Bayshore really have it during a second session tomorrow morning.

priorities.

I’ve finally figured it all out.

Well, not all of it. Still working on time travel. And how to wear makeup. #never

This past weekend in Buffalo, visiting family, friends, and R’s parents for the first time (!!!) put things in perspective. I thought about my priorities and whether or not they were in the correct order. Read: NOPE.

tampa to buffalo airport

I left tangled in a ball of stress and panic on Thursday night. I came home on Monday feeling grounded and more clear.

I hate to use the word “free” because it’s a little done, but it’s what I felt. I’ve also had to use the word “moist” in certain situations and wasn’t happy about it no matter how well it fit. You win some. You lose some.

hiking zoar valley

Lining up my priorities in priority order is freeing. And this feeling isn’t something you just kinda find. It doesn’t stick its leg out and bruise up your kneecaps. But if you’re lucky it brings people into your life to guide you there so you don’t trip and fall.

hiking zoar valley 2

It’s weightless, figuring out what matters and letting go of what doesn’t. Like skipping a workout or three for big breakfasts and coffee refills. And wine. And farmer’s market apples. And store-bought lasagna.

wedding funmumford village wedding season

It keeps me truly madly deeply in love with my hometown and connects memories with smells and street corners.

taste coffee east aurora
Where R and I met for coffee eons and eons ago.

For the first time in a long time I went with the goddamn flow. We stayed out late all weekend, and got up early all weekend. We went from here to there and back. I nodded, smiled, said “Let’s do it.” and got in the car to enjoy the ride. I sang T. Swift loud and proud. Not sorry, R. You chose me, remember?

swinging gowandahiking gowanda

I think in the past month I’ve forgotten to live a little and do it the way I want.

braymiller's market east aurora 2braymiller's market east aurora

And whether or not you make store-bought lasagna a priority (I highly suggest you do), I can only tell you that it feels real freakin’ good when you finally get the order right.

accept the compliment; your relationship depends on it.

After sweaty living room workouts I like to cool down by washing dishes. I belly up to the sink and let my heart rate come down. And I may or may not intentionally splash myself while I’m elbow deep in suds.

It’s just a silly ritual I enjoy.

Last night, dressed in spandex and a sports bra, I stood in front of the sink letting a crusty saucepan really have it when R came in and complimented me and my hammies.

It was sweet. I could tell he really meant it. But if there’s one thing this runnaroundd is the most insecure about it’s her legs. Can’t help it. I’ve never loved ’em. They’re the biggest part of my body aside from my nose, and I suppose running a million miles doesn’t help.

road trip
QUAD GAME TOO STRONG.

As proud as I should be of them, I didn’t bite. I shoved it off and shut him down. We got quiet. He left the room. I finished the dishes. He went downstairs to gather our clothes from the communal dryers. I showered and climbed into bed.

Bad, bad Lindsay.

The dynamic between two people changes when one person essentially tells the other their opinion is wrong. Or when one person sees something in the other that he or she can’t or doesn’t or won’t see in themselves.

Am I making any sense at all?

What I should’ve done was turn around give him a hug, a kiss, and tell him how thankful I am that someone notices enough to say anything at all.

PSA: Take the compliment. Work what you got. Love your thick quads to death. Save your relationship.

electric love by BØRNS.

I don’t have any words to share with you this evening. Which is funny because, being a writer, people think that deep feelings seep from my pours all hours of the day.

Untrue. We have off days, too, ya feel?

So. I’ll leave you with this electrifying, magnetizing, beyond-brilliant song by BØRNS. I added it to my Spotify playlist two weeks ago and it already has more plays than songs I added years ago.

What are you jamming to these days?

escaping for the day.

It feels good to wake up in a different place every now and then.

Read: not after a night of heavy alcohol consumption.

Read: not after your senior prom.

Read: acceptable after a wine night with the girls.

When the daily grind feels like it’s, well, grinding, it’s time to escape for a little bit.

bikes in the van

On Friday night after work, R and I packed our bags and bikes into his big bad van and headed north to stay with my parents for a night, to jump in their pool, to BBQ on the deck, to soak up some coach time, to love all over my precious kitty children. To bear hug my mom and dad for the first time in over a month.

biking orlando timmy cat

I needed that.

Waking up back home on Sunday morning was tough city. Knowing how much catch-up I had to do made my chest tighten. But more important business came first: coffee and a walk in the sun that ended up being 10 MILES LONG. OOPS.

sunday walk tampa bay

Can we say WRONG TURN(S)? 

It’s like I don’t even know my own city. Sheesh. But walking is one of my favorite things to do so I didn’t hate it until I got home and realized how long it took.

Oy vey. Here’s to Monday, people. May it be very gentle to us all.

morning tea

Where do you go to escape for a breather?

lady things i learn at work: bra fittings.

I’m so bad at lady things: hair, nails, getting liner anywhere near my actual eyelids. Even fashion. I thought I had that down, but some days I show up to work and think, how did I let myself leave the house like this?

Being a girl is–at its very core–the hardest thing ever.

So, naturally, when a friend started talking about the importance of getting fitted for bras, I started to sweat. I knew it was a thing but, like the other lady things, I sorta pretended it wasn’t happening. 

maidenform bras 2

All this talk started during a bra & undies photo shoot. (My job. It’s real cool.)

This friend who has bra fittings more frequently than doctor visits says it’s life-changing. She goes to Norstrom a couple times per year because apparently a size can go up and down pretty easily.

maidenform bras

Now, I don’t especially love going to the doctor, but at least they don’t make you get totally naked every time you come in. (Not including the awfulness that is the lady doctor appointments <– also not good at those.)

But Nordstrom’s service is free and it might be worth it to see if the size I’ve been wearing since…I started wearing bras…is actually correct.

Here are two bra brands my friend swears by. I think I’m warming up to the idea. But the fitter better warm up her paws before she manhandles my lady business. 

bras

Left: Natori
Right: Chantelle Intimates

Ever been fitted?

embracing the suck.

In all my years of running and racing in and out of college I’ve learned one of the most difficult things about race day are the training days. And further, one of the toughest things about those training days, is preparing the mind and body for the long, draining, hungry-all-day-every-day days. 

morning run

This is where I’m at right now with my January marathon. The planning and committing to training stage, three weeks out from my official first day.

(1) COMMITTING

Before I begin this training I made a promise to myself to embrace the suck, the pain–mental and physical. With a disease like Dystonia (if you’re new here, I developed a neurological disease that makes it almost impossible for me to run more than 100 meters at a time–more here), there aren’t any good running days. There are terrible days. There are tolerable days. There are kill-me-now-why-am-I-doing-this days.

BUT there’s also race day. And that’s the day I’ve committed to crossing the Disney World Marathon finish line. All those bad days of running will make every second worth it.

(2) TRAINING

Last week I wrote a loose training plan, but before I even put pencil to paper (I’m a longhand girl), I made a commitment with myself to give every workout as much as I could, to look at each day on its own instead of four months as a whole.

marathon training plan

I’m sure the plan will get tweaked along the way based on how I’m feeling and how much my legs can handle, but I’m going with it for now.

How do you get ready for training? Do you have any races on the calendar? 

lindsay lately 11.

It’s Sunday. No better day than today to pretend I’m religious and tell you what I’m thankful for. Do you do that in church? Is that just a Thanksgiving thing? 

Totally going to hell.

1. I’m thankful this kid hasn’t left me yet for a leggy twenty-something blonde who actually makes time for him during painfully busy work weeks.

date night

2. I’m thankful for fresh veggies. Stress eats away at my gut, so I make sure crappy foods don’t.

veggiesdinnerfresh veggies

3. I’m thankful for evening and early weekend bike rides with the aforementioned boyf who hasn’t packed it in. 

biking at night tampacycling causeway

4. I’m thankful for coffee. It’s lifeblood.

5. I’m thankful for the morning workouts I actually commit to.

6. I’m thankful for the men’s department in Banana Republic for making it easy on me while choosing R’s wedding outfit. I’m lucky he even knows his pants size. 

Have a blessed weekend. Amen.

More lately right here.

// Lindsay Lately #1

// Lindsay Lately #2

// Lindsay Lately #3

// Lindsay Lately #4

// Lindsay Lately #5

// Lindsay Lately #6

// Lindsay Lately #7

// Lindsay Lately #8

// Lindsay Lately #9

// Lindsay Lately #10

a love letter to july.

(Let’s pretend this post didn’t erase itself the first time I wrote it. And that I’m not still salty about it.)

Where do you begin a love letter that you don’t want to end?

“Goodbye but please stay.”
“I’ll ask August to come back later.”
“July, stick around a bit longer won’t you please?”

Dearest lovely July,

You brought me so much adventure I can hardly stand it. I love you for bringing me to London where I queued for Wimbledon and made a few wishes. I love you for taking me on the most epic and exhausting road trip imaginable where I crossed borders, climbed mountains and ate fried green tomatoes. I love you for bringing me back to my favorite foods and sending me off to my favorite trails. I love you for letting me refocus and reflect a little. I love you for all those things except the punishing heat and humidity. My Klout score and my brand new Insta and Twitter followers are very thankful for you, too.

Love you forever until next year,
Lindsay.

FAVORITE JULY SNAPSHOTS

travel collage 3travel collage 4

FAVORITE JULY TWEETS

———————————————————–

Screen Shot 2015-08-01 at 1.15.48 PM

———————————————————–

Screen Shot 2015-08-01 at 1.19.35 PM

———————————————————–

Screen Shot 2015-08-01 at 1.20.03 PM

———————————————————–

Screen Shot 2015-08-01 at 1.20.16 PM

———————————————————–

Screen Shot 2015-08-01 at 1.20.50 PM

———————————————————–

Screen Shot 2015-08-01 at 1.21.59 PM

———————————————————–

FAVORITE JULY PINS.

36cdbdfcc387a7d74cb1b90fcb0e09d11985b99f3e15bda2920a715e42f7ced9ffb70916d21adbbc31410f28c4caf883Screen Shot 2015-08-01 at 1.31.30 PM

Hope you all had a happy July. What was your favorite part?