Running Through a Fulfilled Life


11 Random Facts About Me

I got tagged in this fun little game by Jess aka and Amanda aka and now am obligated to do the following:

The Rules:

  • Post these rules
  • You must post 11 random things about yourself
  • Answer the questions set for you in their post
  • Create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer
  • Go to their blog and tell them you’ve tagged them
  • No stuff in the tagging section about you are tagged if you are reading this. You legitimately have to tag 11 people!
11 Random Facts About Eli:

  • I am obsessed recently with painting my nails.  (current color: black like my mood 🙂 I even had a co-worker say my nails change color daily.
  • My husband thinks I’m weird that I always eat rice cakes.  Every day.  Whether I need to or not.  He thinks they smell like dirty feet and farts.
  • I used to be in ballet for 6 years despite my well-known inflexibility.  Without it, I think I would need a more supportive running shoe then I already do.  It’s a good thing I quit because I obviously became too tall (with friends that make me seem taller haha)
  • Some days at work I eat pickles as a snack.  Yum, sodium!
  • I absolutely hate mushrooms.  Thinking about them makes me nauseous.  Mushrooms are the creation of satan’s garden. (best underwear ever ps)
  • I am secretly self conscious of my growing “mr lumpy” on the inside of my knee.  Mr. Lumpy=bone spur.
  • My favorite dance move is “the running man”
  • Someday I want to take a class in order to learn how to decorate cakes.  I am obsessed with watching baking competition shows.
  • My husband swears I have the nose of a bloodhound since I can smell all of his farts and when the garbage begins to smell. Case in point, this picture.  Also most unflattering picture of my from the year 2009.
  • This year I came out of soccer retirement (of 2 years) to start playing in Men’s Open.  I missed playing.
  • I have spent the past 8+ years living away from my family and I have missed them every single day and wish I lived closer.

Jessica’s Questions:
What are you wearing? swishy pants, a v-neck, and a sweater.  because i spilled macaroni and cheese on my dress pants.
What is your dream race to run? one that I can PR in! but i have really wanted to do an OBX race.
Where is your favorite vacation spot? Outer Banks of NC (OBX)
What was your last dream about? i think i was running…
Would you rather be too hot or too cold?  too hot because when i’m too cold my fingers and toes turn blue never to be warmed again.
If you had to listen to one song on repeat forever what would it be? “I’m Sexy and I know it” wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle!
What was your favorite school subject? (Do not say recess) art class 🙂
If you could go back to school would you study the same things or pick a different major? i would do the exact same thing, love it!
Are you an Apple fan or Android fan? what ez techn0l0gy who haz teh techn0l0gy?!
Any tattoos or piercing? Are they visible? only pierced ears…i play it safe
Favorite alcoholic beverage? a margarita

Amanda’s Questions
If you could only eat 1 food for an entire week what would it be? pizza!
What color pen do you like writing with? black because i’m forced to at work.  otherwise if given an option i would choose something colorful
What is your favorite piece of running gear?  Or exercise gear? my Asics Nimbus 12’s, never leave home without them
If you had to change your name what would it be? don’t know but not as long, it was hell learning to write my full name
Where would you live if $$ wasn’t an issue? East coast, along the beach
What kind of pets do you have? None apartments blow
What is your #1 favorite blog to read? there are far too many i enjoy to pick a fav 🙂 politically correct answer
Favorite type of restaurant to eat at? Mexican
Favorite celebrity? Male–Chris Evans, mostly due to level of hotness
Left handed or Right handed? Right-handed
If you are married/co-habitating: What side of the bed do you lay on (picture yourself lying down, what side are you on? Always on the right side.  Yet, when I sleep alone I am sprawled across the entire thing.

Sadly I do not have a lot of blogger friends that I can tag in this entry, so I’ll leave my questions up for discussion in my comments.  Yes, that is cheating but no one ever said I play by the rules!

  • What deodorant do you wear?
  • What is your favorite thing about yourself?
  • What is the worst smell in the world?
  • Favorite brand of running shoe?
  • Favorite place to go shopping?
  • What would be your “perfect day”?
  • Why doesn’t McDonald’s sell hot dogs?
  • What is your favorite childhood memory?
  • Are eyebrows considered facial hair?
  • If a professional chef were to cook you dinner, what would you request?
  • How are you planning on spending Valentine’s Day?


Remembering to Breathe

**disclaimer notice: this entry may be slightly emo, slightly sad, and contain a lot of reflection/analysis as opposed to my typical style of sarcastic, running related content**

remember to breathe. and everything will be ok.

some days don’t go as planned.  some days start out as ordinary days.  some days wind up changing you whether you want them to or not.  and today was one of those days.

my hubby was travelling to Canton this morning as he was supposed be leaving for a road trip with his professional soccer team.  i kissed him goodbye, told him to be safe, and told him to keep me posted as the weather was less than wonderful.  in fact, it was a downright awful mess of slushy, slippery snow (darn living off Lake Erie).

i drank my coffee, just as i do every morning.  got dressed just as i do every morning.  drove to work just as i do every morning.  got my charts in order and ready just as i do every morning.  and then i got a phone call from my mother-in-law.  and one right after from my brother-in-law.  this was not typical for my mornings.  so, slightly concerned, i answered.  mike was in a car accident.  he got hit by a semi.  for a brief second, my world came tumbling down.  i imagined every possible horrible thing that loaded statement could contain.  i broke down in front of my co-workers.  stuff like that doesn’t happen to us, we are unbreakable, we are united, we are best friends, we are each others beginning and end and everything in between.

then mike called.  he was frantic, he stated he was in an accident and was bleeding but had to go because the police were showing up.  again, i broke down.  where was he bleeding from?  what was going on?  uncertainty clearly is the 2nd worst thing in the world; playing mind games with yourself being the 1st.

i soon found out he was taken to the hospital.  he was lucky.  he was able to climb out of his car through his shattered window.  he was covered in blood, but all wounds were superficial.  only 2 spots required stitches.

my husband is the strongest person i know.  i have to believe he was being watched over.  i just have to.  i need mike around more than he will ever know.  seeing him so vulnerable was gut-wrenching and broke my heart.  but at the same time, i am so thankful that he is ok.

I just want to end by thanking everyone for their prayers.  prayer is a strong, if not the strongest act a person can do.  mike is going to be fine.  i am going to be fine.  but life, as we know it, has changed in a way.  i can’t put my finger on it, but i know each and every moment i cherish with my husband will hold new and special meaning.



Frozen Toe-zen

Yesterday marked the completion of my 30 day challenge.  And today marked Day 31 straight.  Now that I have gotten used to running everyday, it was kind of hard to break my typical weekly breakdown.  Wednesdays are my LONG-ish days.  I say LONG-ISH because to me, it’s running long.  To others, it’s the shortest run of their life.  But since The Glass City Half Marathon is April 22, I figure a gentle increase in long run distance seems to be what’s best for my bionic knees.  Bionic knees are my #1 reason to not participate in most activities that I don’t want to participate in.

Run a marathon?  No thanks, I had 2 ACL surgeries already.

Go skiing/snowboard? No thanks, my knees would probably spontaneously combust.

Go ice skating?  No thanks, do you really want to see me collapse in a hot, screaming mess of a person?

Eat mushrooms? I think my knees are allergic to those.

Anyways, so today marked Day #31.  I decided my task at hand was to run 8 solid miles, aiming to keep a somewhat “half-marathonish” pace.

Gotta love a bathroom picture. So totally excited to run outside in 30 degree weather!

So I got all dressed in my most favorite of cold weather gear: My long sleeve Nike DriFit complete with thumb holes.  Placed my earwrap on.  Got my windbreaker out.  Fired up Garmy…and then realized….where in the H E DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS ARE MY GLOVES?  30 degree weather is not friendly to you or your hands if you don’t respect it with gloves.  So, I did what any good runner chick does.  I manned up and ran without my gloves.

Fingers swollen--CHECK! Fingers Red/white---CHECK! Ability to move hand in any direction---FAIL!

After a 20 minute shower and gentle range of motion exercises to my fingercicles, I was finally able to check out my final time and mile splits.

Blazing Speed right there...Blazing speedy paint drying that is...

What I have done today Garmin classifies as a "Slow Run". WTF, my breathing pattern did not declare I was slowly running. Also, the huge spike at the end was when I slowed down to hock a lugey.

Although slightly disheartened that I am only “slowly running” per Garmin’s standards, I must be running fast enough to be creating some friction in my shoes.  Saddened that Nimbus-12’s may have to be retired in the near future.

Rubbing holes through all of the Asics millions of layers of cushioning is my favorite activity. I like when my heel touches pure plastic.

Tomorrow I go for Day #32 of running due to Thursday being doubleheader soccer games.    Girl’s on a mission to score some goals this week!

Happy Running!



Today marked 30 out of 30 on my 30 day challenge to myself.  30 days in a row of running…didn’t think I could do it (mostly because my immune system apparently was made in China), but it turned out to be much easier than previously thought.  The only day that I questioned whether I would be able to complete it was the day that I decided to run 1 mile due to feeling like garbage…came home…and discovered I had a 100 degree fever.  Yup, that was classy.  Anyways, 30 days straight makes for a happy Eli!

Jumping for joy does not necessary translate to my face. Instead this looks like I'm constipated for joy.


Happy Running!


Just Your Typical Post-Holidays Belated Celebration of Work

What better to follow up my night of 100 degree fever, Yuengling, Nyquil, and Delsym than to rally the troops?  And by rally the troops I mean promptly wake up the next morning, run 4 miles on the treadmill, cough up my 7th or 8th lung (i am running out of them), and then bake up a batch of the best cookies in the universe.  Why were the best cookies in the universe even necessary?  Because I had a Post-Holiday Belated Celebration of all Things Work-Related and I need an excuse to put on my Sassy Pants and Sassy top and just shake what my Momma gave me.

fyi: that is a freaking s’more baked inside a chocolate chip cookie.  Get some.  What what.  I may or may not be the Next Great American Baker.

Don’t let the “professional” in “healthcare professional” fool you.  “Professional” is also another word for “i like to eat awesome amounts of food, have a drink or two, sit around and admire a house i’ll never have, and listen to songs about cheese and dropping deuces”.  My night.   Illustrated in pictorial fashion.

New friends for Hubs Wolf Pack

Eli, S, and B. Took this picture for Hawaiian Jaime. Since she was stuck in Hawaii eating fried chicken and watching Ellen. I can't even make this stuff up.

They decided to make a broth out of death. Literally what my nightmares are made of. Mushrooms and Mushroom water. Heated on a stove of Satan's fiery inferno of torture.

Song Entitled: "When my brother eats cheese it makes him want to #2"

I learned how to funky chicken from a 7 and 9 year old

After a night of all kinds of crazy, heavy on the fun, light on the lemon drops, and avoidance maneuvers of the mushrooms…I was just happy to fall asleep next to my best friend.


Happy Running!



The Cure for What Ails You

Yesterday, I was supposed to have plans with some of my favorite girls.  

I was going to be travelling to JB territory.  Except Mother Nature decided to unleash her hellfires in the form of white, cold stuff and Eli’s Immune System decided to unleash hellfires in the form of fever, sneezing, runny nose, and fatigue.  2 weeks of straight illness is really getting old.  So, needless to say, I did NOT get to go visit friends.  Instead I took JB’s advice.

Wait? This isn't what you are supposed to do? Insert thermometer into mouth while drinking a Yuengling while the Rudolph nose prepares to lead Santa's sleigh for next Christmas?


Here’s to hoping I will get better in the next…er….century?  Happy Running!


Just My Luck

So over the course of the past week and a half, I have decided that I likely am developing bronchitis.  Since that’s “What Going Around” according to Channel 13, I have decided to just self-diagnose and avoid the whole “going to the doctor to become healthy nonsense and just pretend that my body needs to train its immune system to not suck so much”.  Needless to say, my runs lately have sucked anus.  Not that my pace has significantly dropped, but I feel like my legs are filled with lead and that I may or may not be breathing through a bendy straw.  And that is totally neglecting my favorite part: spending the 15 minutes after my run coughing up lung junk and feeling like I am suffering from emphysema.  Thus the reason I have hypothesized that I either:

A) Have Bronchitis OR
B) Have a Troll living down there (hopefully one of the doll variety)

So I definitely was not looking forward to the troll rearing its ugly blue hair up into my throat for my long run today.  In order to get ready for the Glass City Half Marathon, I have been attempting to increase my long run to 8 miles by the end of this month.  Today, I settled on doing 7 miles.

I am not fooling anyone with my faux-running excitement or the quality of this bathroom pic

All was going well, I was feeling only semi-terrible and moving at the speed that cement dries, when I felt that I probably should make a pit stop slightly before the 5 mile mark.  I sprinted home, and as I was getting ready to head back out I discovered to my horror that the workers at my apartment complex were just then choosing to power wash my front door and siding along my windows.  Leaving me with no escape and stranded at 4.77 miles.  Waaaaaaa *crocodile tears*

Crap in all definitions of the word. I'm stuck in my apartment.

Can't you just move your stupid truck and stupid machines so I can finish out my 2.23 miles?

Not a monsoon. Not hot steam from my hot ass. Just power washing at an inopportune moment.

Finally after a break of about 20 minutes, I was able to squeeze out my front door and finish up my run.  What a difference a pit stop and 20 minutes of rest does for cement speed.  I may or may not have picked my pace up from an 8:29 (pre-power wash lamesauce) to a 8:05 territory (post-power wash lamesauce rage run).

7 miles finished at 8:20 pace. Already training for my anticipated race pace at Glass City!

So all in all, minus the coughing fit that I orchestrated to the sounds of the power washer and the whole 20 minute rest break of rage, it was a happy running day for Eli.  Happiness is the best medicine for bronchitis.  Or trolls.

Non-bronchitis Eli during happier times

Happy Running!