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my muddy hubby & me.

by @according2kelly on November 17, 2009

7 miles, 5 obstacles & one mud pit later,
the hubby & i crossed the finish line together.

i guess it’s true what they say…
boys like dirty girls.

can’t wait until next year.



by @according2kelly on October 14, 2009

absurd, batty, berserk, bonkers, cracked, crazy, cuckoo, daft, delirious, demented, deranged, dingy, dippy, flipped out, freaked out, fruity, idiotic, insane, kooky, lunatic, mad, maniacal, mental, nuts, nutty, out of my mind, & psycho are just a few of the words you might use to describe me. & don’t worry, I won’t be offended, because i’m kinda wondering if i’ve fallen off my rocker. i kept saying i wasn’t going to do it.  but then carrie started enticing me with promises of a sequin running skirt. & i’m not gonna lie, i really want a turquoise running skirt. so i succumbed to the peer pressure. better live it up now, training starts next week for the surf city usa FULL marathon. 26.2 miles is a long way to run, i hope i have it in me. being a total newbie i am extremely open to any & all tips and suggestions!


151 minutes of toe tapping music

by @according2kelly on September 9, 2009

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i spent a lot of time creating the “perfect” running playlist… chock-full of tunes that would get my feet moving & my heart pumping. unfortunately, i was too blonde, or maybe it was too early in the morning, or perhaps i was just a little bit nervous – whatever the case, i couldn’t figure out how to work my cool new earphones. that is, until 5 minutes after the race was over, when it occurred to me to check the volume control on the earphones. (did i mention i was blonde?) so, i ended up running sans any musical motivation. but, i received so many inquiries about my 1/2 marathon playlist i decided to make it available to the “masses.” you can check it out HERE.

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i lost my virginity this weekend.

by @according2kelly on September 8, 2009


early sunday morning, along with about 13,000 people, i laced up my sneakers, loaded up the playlist & hit the pavement running… for my first ever 1/2 marathon.

although running 13.1 miles is definitely a daunting task, it’s a wee bit easier when you have a friend or two by your side (or at least in the near vicinity).

with an “official chip time” of 2 hours, 13 minutes & 15 seconds and a division place of 239 (of 1252 women ages 30-34), i’m feeling pretty good about myself. not bad for a gal 4 months & 4 days post baby, & about two weeks of training. now the question is, what’s next?


let’s talk dirty.

by @according2kelly on August 18, 2009

this weekend i did something that made jeffy get all hot & flustered. get your minds out of the gutter, please! it was nothing like that! what i did, probably made him more excited & happy then that ever could… i went mountain biking.

although getting all geared up in my shorts & jersey, helmet & gloves didn’t exactly make me feel pretty (or even remotely sexy), jeffy seemed to think i looked pretty hot – or at least that’s what he says. i guess it’s true what they say… boys like dirty girls.

so there i was, looking totally & completely professional. & yet, i was a jumble of nerves on the inside. the last time i had taken to the hills on my bike, i fell not once, not twice, but three times. & these were full-blown, over-the-handlebars, twisted-up-in-the-bike, dirt-on-your-teeth types of falls. when i realized, just a few days later, that i was pregnant, i decided it was time i hang up the mountain bike, at least momentarily.

this weekend, i decided that it was time for my riding sabbatical to be over. i broke out my riding shoes (classic vans with a rose patch covering the hole from my last bike ride, because i’m way too scared to “clip in” quite yet), strapped on my helmet & straddled the bike. & let me tell you, even with an entire year to work up to this ride, i was still terrified. the feel of the dirt, rocks slip-sliding under the weight of my bike, the fear that at any moment i could (& very possibly would) go flying over the front of the handlebars, made my entire insides shudder with every dip & bump. i did everything i’m not supposed to do, & nothing that i should do. & through it all, i held my breath, & continually prayed that i would make it off the mountain alive.

i did eventually make it off the mountain, but let’s just say i descended rather slowly… i don’t know if i’ll ever be comfortable going fast. give me a hill to climb, any day. but unfortunately, what goes up, must come down. so down i came, grasping the handle bars tight as i can, sticking out my butt as far as i could, with the phrase “i think i can! i think i can!” constantly on the brain.


i’m starting to develop a complex.

by @according2kelly on June 26, 2009

yes, i realize that i just had a baby. yes, i realize that she was my third baby. yes, i realize that my body isn’t just going to bounce back. these are all truths that i’ve accepted. however, i’m starting to develop just a bit of a complex, courtesy of my four year old gavin. case, or rather, cases in point…

* the day after i had charlie, the boys came to visit me in the hospital. at one point, i got up out of bed & immediately gavin said “oh good mom! you’re almost skinny again.”
* recently i bribed my kids with the promise of mickey d’s happy meals (yes, i am that mom). we were waiting in the drive thru, when gavin randomly announced “mom, you can’t eat mcdonald’s. it will make you fat.” funny thing is, he doesn’t think the rule applies to him.
* just yesterday, gavin was giving the babysitter a tour of our house. when he got to our office, where my bike is set up on the trainer, gavin told her “& this is the bike my mom has to ride to make her skinnier.”

if this keeps up, & gavin continues to be more concerned (than i am) about how skinny i am, i don’t know if i’ll have the nerve to get into a bathing suit this summer. personally, i’ve been pretty thrilled with my recovery, but gavin’s got me doubting myself. oh heavens!


taking the plunge.

by @according2kelly on June 11, 2009

eleanor roosevelt once said “do one thing every day that scares you.” so, with that in mind, today i took the plunge – literally… i went for a swim. no, not a casual, frolick-lick swim with the boys. but an intensive, calorie-burning, hunger-inducing swim. & unlike my boys, who are fish when it comes to the water, i’m the exact opposite. i feel more like a fish out of water when it comes to swimming. so, although it may have required several (internal) pep-talks, eventually i donned my bubblegum pink swim cap & googles and literally took the plunge. i have terrible technique, i’m still getting the whole breathing thing down, i can barely swim in a straight line, & i doubt i will ever master that fancy swim turn. but, today i did one thing that scares me. & hopefully, tomorrow, it won’t scare me quite as much. as long as i keep singing “just keep swimming, just keep swimming,” i think i might even start to enjoy this whole swimming thing.


playlist emergency.

by @according2kelly on May 27, 2009

i made caramel crack this past weekend & unfortunately, it’s as yummy and addicting as ever – so, i’ve been nibbling at it ever since. (the rolled oats make it a practical choice for breakfast!) & although it is definitely delicious, i am no longer “with child”, so i can no longer blame any weight gain on the fact that i’m eating for two. seeing as i’m not planning on giving up desserts any time soon, i really need to stick to my running regime. but, it’s hard to coax my lazy bum out the door when i’ve got no “tunes” to get me motivated, energized & ready to “feel the burn.”

i am definitely in need of a new playlist that will get my toes tapping & my heart racing… any suggestions? i’d love to hear from you – what’s your favorite song or songs that get you going? i’ve got an itunes gift card that i’m just itching to spend. any ideas? play my little game & there just might be an itunes gift card in store for you too, at least one of you that is!


today, my running shoes came out of retirement.

by @according2kelly on May 21, 2009

luckily, their forced retirement was short-lived… boy did it feel good to tie those babies on. & within moments of tying my laces, gigi came running, ready to hit the pavement with me. seeing as she has put on a few sympathy pounds, as i’ve continually gained more & more weight over the last several months, i guess it’s only fitting that she accompany me. unfortunately, the whole “running” part didn’t come as easily as i imagined. in fact, today i realized that i run like a girl. actually, i run more like a granny – some one’s great granny that is.

i started out strong. going up the hill i was feeling pretty good. but it didn’t take long for me to realize how out of shape i am. pretty soon i was huffing & puffing along. my steps started to slow, if not drag. good thing i had brought gigi along – she was able to pull me along. i may have been slow (so slow, i probably could have walked faster) but i didn’t stop once, & i never walked… i just kept putting one foot in front of the other.

i wouldn’t say i ran very far, but, it was a start. by the time we were done, both gigi & i were exhausted. gigi’s tongue was nearly dragging on the pavement & mine probably looked pretty similar. not only was i tired, but i felt like all my girly parts were going to fall out – like i just had another baby… but i’m sure that was just all the fat melting away.

& how did i celebrate this first post-pregnancy workout? by finishing up the remainders of a tub of coffee heath bar crunch. okay, so that doesn’t exactly help me eliminate the big fat post pregnancy butt i’ve developed, but it’s all about the baby steps here.


the affair.

by @according2kelly on September 5, 2008

I’m feeling a bit a guilty, so I think it’s time to confess: For the past couple of months I have been having an affair. If you want to get technical, it’s probably more of an occurrence of “two-timing”…

You see, I love to run. That’s right, I actually enjoy exercise! And for me, running is where it is at. I love being out on the open road. Feeling the pavement under my sneakers, the wind in my face. Running is “me” time. It’s my opportunity to be selfish. As one of my favorite running shirts reads “it’s cheaper than therapy.” Now that you have a little background, let’s get back to explaining the torrid affair.

For Christmas I got a bike. It had been on my list, but I hadn’t really put much thought in to it. I’m not a cyclist. I took up spinning that last month or so of my pregnancy, and I thought it was fun. But that was the extent of my cycling experience. Struggling to come up with a Christmas list, I simply listed a bike. There was no make or model described, so you can imagine my surprise when I actually got one. But there was no mistaking it. Bright and early Christmas morning I woke up to a beautiful new bike.

I got it home, and didn’t really know what to do with it. I was already running almost daily. When would I ever have time to ride this beautiful bike? Plus how would I ever be able to accomplish this? At least with running I can take the kids in the jogger. Owen is still way too little for a bike trailer. So I decided I needed to get a bike trainer so I could set my bike up indoors and take it for a spin.

Jeff set the trainer up, and for an entire week I couldn’t bring myself to get on. I can’t explain it, and it sounds totally dumb, but I was nervous. Finally one Saturday, while the boys were napping, the bike and I had our first “date.” Boy, what an awkward experience. But I kept at. At first, I was only seeing the bike a couple times a week. But as we became more comfortable with one another, it became a daily experience. Suddenly 3 months had passed. I was still running everyday, but I was also biking everyday. Sometimes it’s hard juggling the two, but they are both so much fun, I didn’t think I could give up either.

As much fun as I was having, I still didn’t feel like I had totally “committed” to the bike. You see, although I was riding nearly every day, we had not gone “all the way.” After 3 months of riding, I still had yet to ride the bike outside, on the actual road. So today, I took the plunge. And I am proud to say, I am no longer a virgin biker. This morning (yep I know, chastise me all you want, I admit… I broke the sabbath) I took the bike on a 12 mile loop, and it was awesome! I was scared to death the entire time. Dozens of questions and fears continually ran through my head: What if I fall? What if I can’t unclip fast enough? What if I stop on a hill, and have to get going again? What about stop lights? What about going downhill too fast? What if I can’t keep up with the group? I am proud to say I encountered, and overcame every single one of fears, including falling. Yep, I fell, but not until the last five minutes of the ride. By then I was feeling confident, maybe too confident. I took a corner too quickly, got stuck in the ridge between the street and the curb, hit the curb and flew off. Luckily I landed on grass. No major injuries, just a bruised ego, and some aches and pains.

All in all, I think this will be an affair to both remember and continue.

note: if you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you probably already know that this was originally published HERE. but, because i’ve been spending so much time with my bike, as of late, i thought it was appropriate to re-publish it. (plus riding everywhere on my bike has left me much to tired, & not a lot of time to think of anything new to post.) see… here’s proof that not all affairs are one night stands. some affairs can develop into consistent & steady relationships.

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