Pretty sure I’ve been reading this for 10 months and I’m still only halfway done.
Keep going or cry uncle?
On Saturday, I became a triathlete.
It was one of the best experiences of my life, which is not what I expected. I expected to hate every minute. To be cursing myself for thinking I could do something so intense. But every woman participating or volunteering was so supportive and amazing and it set the tone for the day.
As I approached the finish line, thinking my legs were going to give out at any second, a woman in her late-fifties jumped out into the middle of the course, got down on one knee, held out her hand for a high-five, and cheered me on, “You’ve got this! You’re almost there!” Just thinking about it now, I get teary. Her encouragement gave me the biggest boost of energy and I sprinted to the finish. SPRINTED. After swimming 500 meters, biking 10 miles and running a 5k.
Strong is beautiful. It really is.
- I started this really intense 16-week fitness program/diet situation because sometimes you spend your whole life struggling with your weight and you just gotta try yet another thing and promise yourself to really, finally make it work. Despite your undying love for nachos and sauvignon blanc.
- On a related note, I’m competing in my first sprint triathlon on Saturday. Also still training for a 150 mile 2-day bike ride in September. So basically I’m the fittest chubby girl I know.
- I was recently promoted at work. The word “director” is in my title. At the beginning of my title. And that feels like a pretty solid accomplishment for someone who spent most of her twenties unsure about what exactly she was doing with her life. Including one (failed) attempt to move to a tropical island. So, ladies in your twenties, stick with it because once you do figure it all out (and you still might daydream about all of the other possibilities), your professional life will be one helluva fulfilling thing.
- I want to purchase EVERYTHING from the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale.
- Speaking of purchases, my five current favorite things: these jeans, this maxi, this BB cream, this mascara, this moisturizer
the universe has met its chevron saturation point, guys so i think its time for everyone to stop. what was once a clean, geometric accent (or phone doodle if you’re a maniac) is now fucking everywhere. i bought a bottle of listerene yesterday that was decorated with blue and grey chevrons. lets all hold hands and vow to let the chevron return to its rightful place.