In honor of my very favorite blogger...or really the only other blogger I really follow consistently, and who kinda made me want to blog so I could try and be as funny as her (see: MEP at Not To Brag)...no pressure MEP :), I thought I would dedicate a post to why I think I am so awesome (NTB).
NTB...I am running my third marathon on Sunday...Virginia Beach ahhh - I'M READY!!!
NTB...I go to WAKE FOREST!
NTB...My first article, from undergrad, just got published. Check it out - www.pubmed.gov and type 'Hoops ML' into the search bar. I am so pumped!
NTB...I've lost 8 pounds since July (I guess graduating from UD and not drinking 5 nights a week will do that?)
NTB...Wake Forest won in OT last night with a buzzer beater
NTB...Jerry is coming over tonight and I'm dishing up something special without setting off fire alarms (I guess this is a pending NTB)
NTB...It's 70 and sunny today here in North Carolina (so I opened a window)
I think that will do for now because frankly I cant brag about the amount of school work I have to do on this beautiful Friday.
Thanks MEP for such an awesome blog! And such a catching line! Hope you don't mind me stealing your creativity ;)
Friday, March 19, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
My Body Hates Me
Let me run you through the conversation I had with myself today....or better yet, the argument I had with my body today. Keep in mind my marathon in March 21....a mere 11 days away. I realize I did not ever blog about that. Now you know. Lucky number 3.
Kenz: I think I will go for a run
Legs: Are you serious
Kenz: Just a quick 40 min run or so, I didn't have a long run this weekend, so you can handle it
Legs: Psh, didn't have a long run. Who defines "long" anyways? Try being me and recruiting all these muscles to put one leg in front of the other. Then, try to absorb all this shock that me and knees have to put up with. We are through with you. We quit. We are fatigued.
Heel: Um, I hurt. Remember Kenz? I have this pump bump. It's from you wearing high heels on the weekends and dancing, and then attempting to hit me repeatedly on the ground 40-50 miles a week. Legs...geeze, you think YOU have it hard?
Kenz: Okay, here we go. Quick run, suck it up legs and heel. After all, its 70 and sunny and you have been doing school work all day. And its SPRING BREAK.
3 minutes later...
Heel: ow. ow. ow. Don't mind me, I only have a giant hump that is inflamed and digging into your shoe, making it agonizing to run.
Kenz: Maybe we should go back
Legs: Yes
Heel: Yes
Kenz: SIKE. no. Marathon is in 11 days. If we can't run a mile today, no way we'll make it 26.2 then. We go on.
Heel: I hate you.
Legs: 26? I did not sign up for this.
15 minutes in....
Kenz: Oh heel pain is going away, that's good! See, ya'll, this is not so bad.
Heel: Thanks for taking those painkillers before you went. Now I'm just swelling and chafing and progressing my injury so it hurts more later when the drugs wear off.
Legs: Kenz, seriously? 50 miles last week and you want to run more this week. I was not made to do this. We are not Kenyan here. I am only going along with this so we can get home sooner. Just wait for the charlie horses I'm going to give you tonight, bitch.
Digestive System: Hey Kenz! Remember that sushi and all that wine you had last night? And that Sonic Cheeseburger you had for lunch? It may be making a re-appearance.
Kenz: This is going to be a very long 20 more minutes.
5 minutes later....
Digestive System: PORTA POTTY!?!?!
Kenz: Oh my god, I need a porta potty.
Legs: You expect to run 50 miles last week, then go for a quick jog today, AND then expect ME to squat over a porter potty? You are crazy.
Kenz: I need to eat healthier.
Digestive System: Fried food. Beer. Mexican. Mmmmmm
Kenz: porta potty!!!
2 minutes later....post porta potty....
Legs: I hate you.
Digestive System: I'll be back in 5.
Kenz: I do not feel better.
Heel: (slurring) Whats the street name for this stuff?
Kenz: 5 minutes from home. This is ending early.
So here I am, a painful 35 minute run. An ongoing argument between my entire body. Other runners I know definitely have these conversations. I think maybe it's because I run without an Ipod? My body is ready for this ridiculous training to be over. Once again, I need to stress that...runners are crazy. I am crazy. Today was a "bad run". Tomorrow hopefully will be better. The marathon will go on.
Legs: Have you EVER heard of a day off?
Kenz: I run in my free time.
Kenz: I think I will go for a run
Legs: Are you serious
Kenz: Just a quick 40 min run or so, I didn't have a long run this weekend, so you can handle it
Legs: Psh, didn't have a long run. Who defines "long" anyways? Try being me and recruiting all these muscles to put one leg in front of the other. Then, try to absorb all this shock that me and knees have to put up with. We are through with you. We quit. We are fatigued.
Heel: Um, I hurt. Remember Kenz? I have this pump bump. It's from you wearing high heels on the weekends and dancing, and then attempting to hit me repeatedly on the ground 40-50 miles a week. Legs...geeze, you think YOU have it hard?
Kenz: Okay, here we go. Quick run, suck it up legs and heel. After all, its 70 and sunny and you have been doing school work all day. And its SPRING BREAK.
3 minutes later...
Heel: ow. ow. ow. Don't mind me, I only have a giant hump that is inflamed and digging into your shoe, making it agonizing to run.
Kenz: Maybe we should go back
Legs: Yes
Heel: Yes
Kenz: SIKE. no. Marathon is in 11 days. If we can't run a mile today, no way we'll make it 26.2 then. We go on.
Heel: I hate you.
Legs: 26? I did not sign up for this.
15 minutes in....
Kenz: Oh heel pain is going away, that's good! See, ya'll, this is not so bad.
Heel: Thanks for taking those painkillers before you went. Now I'm just swelling and chafing and progressing my injury so it hurts more later when the drugs wear off.
Legs: Kenz, seriously? 50 miles last week and you want to run more this week. I was not made to do this. We are not Kenyan here. I am only going along with this so we can get home sooner. Just wait for the charlie horses I'm going to give you tonight, bitch.
Digestive System: Hey Kenz! Remember that sushi and all that wine you had last night? And that Sonic Cheeseburger you had for lunch? It may be making a re-appearance.
Kenz: This is going to be a very long 20 more minutes.
5 minutes later....
Digestive System: PORTA POTTY!?!?!
Kenz: Oh my god, I need a porta potty.
Legs: You expect to run 50 miles last week, then go for a quick jog today, AND then expect ME to squat over a porter potty? You are crazy.
Kenz: I need to eat healthier.
Digestive System: Fried food. Beer. Mexican. Mmmmmm
Kenz: porta potty!!!
2 minutes later....post porta potty....
Legs: I hate you.
Digestive System: I'll be back in 5.
Kenz: I do not feel better.
Heel: (slurring) Whats the street name for this stuff?
Kenz: 5 minutes from home. This is ending early.
So here I am, a painful 35 minute run. An ongoing argument between my entire body. Other runners I know definitely have these conversations. I think maybe it's because I run without an Ipod? My body is ready for this ridiculous training to be over. Once again, I need to stress that...runners are crazy. I am crazy. Today was a "bad run". Tomorrow hopefully will be better. The marathon will go on.
Legs: Have you EVER heard of a day off?
Kenz: I run in my free time.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
My not so secret obsession with Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta
Who? God bless you? What? Before I come out and admit my most recent obsession I need to preface it with a video. I would like you to watch this and tell me your not impressed.
Who is that girl singing? Why don't I have her CD? Why don't I know who she is? Well...you just may. Why of course, it is Lady Gaga. Pre-gaga. I am not embarrassed to admit my obsession with her. In fact, it's kind of like being in a new relationship where you want to tell everyone about her and how wonderful she is and all her accomplishments in life. Hey, Mom, I met this great new lady, I cant wait till you meet her!
I can't help it. Her music is so jumpy and I can't help but crank it and sing along to Bad Romance or better known as the RAH-RAH-AH-AH-AH song. I have already listened to it twice this morning. It started early, with Poker face and Paparazzi, and it just blossomed from there. I didn't really realize how bad it was until a couple weekends ago, Jerry asked me "If you have dinner with one person dead or alive who would it be?"...and my answer, admittedly, was Lady Gaga (or Jimmy Buffet..which is another post all together). Then, I joined twitter just so I could follow her tweets. And I found myself getting upset when they were in German sometimes and I didn't know what she was saying. Yikes.
I love her music, I love her music videos (My personal favorite), I love her style (can you call it that?), I love that she may have some male..appendages making her Lady (?) Gaga, I love her hair bow...see below, I love how excited I get when I hear her music, I love her interviews (if you have never heard one, I encourage you to youtube one - she is an intelligent lady), that being said...I love her brain, I love her uniqueness, I love the new telephone song with Beyonce (while we are on it...I love Beyonce). I mean it only makes sense, she idolized David Bowie. How could you not love her? We should stop, I can't get any more excited at 9:30 on a Saturday morning.
What does concern me is when I tell people about my love for her. Their response is typically "yeah, I can see that, Kenz" or "you would love Lady Gaga", my classmates have even asked "When is Gaga coming out again?" referring to ME as Gaga. What do these people think of me?! I don't know if I am offended or flattered. More so, I just have a lot to live up to. I'm just a little monster. This is what she calls her following. Those little monsters. I may be the biggest Little Monster.
WHERE CAN I GET ONE OF THOSE?!
So, guilty pleasure? Obsession? A little maybe, but we are all guilty of them. Who are yours? New Kids on the Block? Backstreet Boys? Chumbawumba? I'm a little upset to be referring to Lady Gaga as one of these guilty-pleasure bands, but, it pains me to say it that she probably is. In my defense, I never jumped on "Spice Girls" in the 5th grade - so I can have my kicks now with Gaga. After all, I'm a free bitch baby.
Who is that girl singing? Why don't I have her CD? Why don't I know who she is? Well...you just may. Why of course, it is Lady Gaga. Pre-gaga. I am not embarrassed to admit my obsession with her. In fact, it's kind of like being in a new relationship where you want to tell everyone about her and how wonderful she is and all her accomplishments in life. Hey, Mom, I met this great new lady, I cant wait till you meet her!
I can't help it. Her music is so jumpy and I can't help but crank it and sing along to Bad Romance or better known as the RAH-RAH-AH-AH-AH song. I have already listened to it twice this morning. It started early, with Poker face and Paparazzi, and it just blossomed from there. I didn't really realize how bad it was until a couple weekends ago, Jerry asked me "If you have dinner with one person dead or alive who would it be?"...and my answer, admittedly, was Lady Gaga (or Jimmy Buffet..which is another post all together). Then, I joined twitter just so I could follow her tweets. And I found myself getting upset when they were in German sometimes and I didn't know what she was saying. Yikes.
I love her music, I love her music videos (My personal favorite), I love her style (can you call it that?), I love that she may have some male..appendages making her Lady (?) Gaga, I love her hair bow...see below, I love how excited I get when I hear her music, I love her interviews (if you have never heard one, I encourage you to youtube one - she is an intelligent lady), that being said...I love her brain, I love her uniqueness, I love the new telephone song with Beyonce (while we are on it...I love Beyonce). I mean it only makes sense, she idolized David Bowie. How could you not love her? We should stop, I can't get any more excited at 9:30 on a Saturday morning.
What does concern me is when I tell people about my love for her. Their response is typically "yeah, I can see that, Kenz" or "you would love Lady Gaga", my classmates have even asked "When is Gaga coming out again?" referring to ME as Gaga. What do these people think of me?! I don't know if I am offended or flattered. More so, I just have a lot to live up to. I'm just a little monster. This is what she calls her following. Those little monsters. I may be the biggest Little Monster.
WHERE CAN I GET ONE OF THOSE?!So, guilty pleasure? Obsession? A little maybe, but we are all guilty of them. Who are yours? New Kids on the Block? Backstreet Boys? Chumbawumba? I'm a little upset to be referring to Lady Gaga as one of these guilty-pleasure bands, but, it pains me to say it that she probably is. In my defense, I never jumped on "Spice Girls" in the 5th grade - so I can have my kicks now with Gaga. After all, I'm a free bitch baby.
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