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Sunday Funday

Sunday Funday

    Yesterdays runs was the fastest treadmill run I have had in awhile...and it was pretty fun too considering I had just ran 5 miles on Friday...and was working out in a tank top for the first time in the dungeon at college. I even found myself running with near perfect form and able to fake a smile when I was struggling with upping my pace every quarter of a mile. That run was of course followed by a light weight, heavy volume leg day (like who in their right mind would voluntarily do 5x15 on Leg Press after spending 2 hours on the treadmill?!) Anyway, then of course some random guy decided to show up at the gym at 7:15 on a SATURDAY FREAKING MORNING. WHAT?! The one day I decide to not be self- conscious and wear a tank top. What are the odds? And like yeah I was training legs so I probably didn't look as "jacked" as I would look if I was in the middle of an arm workout w/ 300 mg. of caffeine rushing through my veins...but damn. Totally wasn't expecting that. Luckily, in the 5 seconds that we made eye contact he seemed super intimidated and got on a treadmill way on the other side of the room. God, only knows what I would have done/how I would have reacted if it had been some super buff guy who headed straight for the weight machine area the minute he walked in the door. 

    You would think after such a superb early morning workout...I would be way motivated to study/be productive yesterday. Like, write a riveting blog post that at least a thousand people would read and semi-enjoy. Ehhhh. More like spent my entire afternoon (aside from like 35 minutes studying for my social psychology exam) listening to T-Swift and getting way too into my feels. Like, chillax Caitlyn, this is the wrong time of the semester to be getting distracted by anything that is not going to be on that damn exam on Tuesday morning. It started out as, "Oh I am really in the mood to listen to some old school T-Swift.." and before I knew it I had listened to virtually every single song on her last 3 albums. And, (I know this isn't a popular opinion) but her latest album 'Reputation' is like really, really good. Like I just bought 3 songs off of it. And I would have probs bought more if I wasn't that person who has to run outside without headphones because they get easily distracted and need to be aware of their surroundings because THERE ARE FREAKING HAZARDS EVERYWHERE @ 5:20 a.m. Plus, a lot of the songs I was on the fence about buying are not the types of songs you want people to hear blasting out of your Ipod when you're running around with a light up Green Bay Packers hat...yeah. Not trying to draw attention to myself...but here I am running away from every random/crazy/awkward dream I've had in the last month and the stress of senior year. 

    Today's run: A bit of a struggle, legs were soreish/stiff from yesterdays workout...but like I made it through 4 slow miles and was like "Yes..finally we stop making excuses for why we can't run x distance and just put the damn effort in." Must have been all that T-Swift I listened to on Saturday afternoon that got me through. Or the fact that I've lost like 15 pounds since the beginning of the semester and have that upcoming trip where I know my nutrition won't be perfect and I won't be able to workout for like four days in a row and OMG HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MAKE IT THAT LONG WITHOUT GYMING??? I'm already stressing out about how stressed I am going to be during that time. I'm gonna need to drown my tears in some damn strong alcohol...which is pretty much any decent amount of any alcohol..because like not a big drinker and I have a super low tolerance.

     And then 2017 is almost over and I'm like damn remember all that stuff you said you were gonna do to actually make progress toward that one goal on that long ass bus ride home from Minnesota...and here we are nearly a month later. Like took maybe 1.5 steps forward in real life and about a billion steps forward in my dreams. Makes complete sense. Yeah, I have a feeling this upcoming week may top Thanksgiving week in running mileage for sure. Bring on all the miles, cause your girl has a whole heck of a lot of crazy/stressed/ pent up feelings/thoughts to get out of her head. 

    Okay. Should probably actually talk about that title of this post. I should probably still be in Iowa City studying my butt off. But, the 'rents were planning on coming to town for lunch and some shopping anyhow. So, I figured why not just come back home and be productiveish. And hit the pavement. Hard. With really terrible form and all the struggles. And all the awkward moments...cause it's not everyday that you see a weird running around small town Iowa with a flashing Packers hat on their head. Geez. Tomorrow will be the one day that I see every single person I know in this town and I'm not even gonna be able to take my hand off the fracking panic button for a second. 

    Got to hit up my favorite gym for a bit this afternoon. And got to chat with someone I haven't seen/talked to in what feels like forever. SO, I pretty much got in all my socializing for like the next 5 weeks...ahahahahaha. But seriously...there's always going to be those people who talking with is easy. But then the minute you throw in any semi-attractive guy under 35 and I'm just like, "English? What's that? Never head of it. Fluent in jibberish only." Although I have been told that guys do not in fact speak a foreign language...I'm literally still not convinced. Like, experience tells me, that they do so yeah. 

    This is as good of a place as any to end this post and think about studying those note cards. Plan on going for 6.5 miles tomorrow. I say I'm ready for anything and everything...but I wouldn't complain if this run was completely average with no surprises/awkward moments. Damn. The fact that I am even typing that probably means tomorrow's run will be anything but average. Guess that just means I need to run super fast the entire time so I can get it over with.

PS: Mellow Mushroom is the best pizza place in the history of ever. Also, are you a really a true 'Stranger Things' fan if you don't have a 2018 calendar. Yeah, well, if you don't have yours yet...hit up Barnes and Nobel.
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FIVE MILE FRIDAY

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