Definition of Torture:

...8 miles on a treadmill.

Never. Ever. Again.

Hurry up warm weather :-/

I'll miss you Dairy Queen.

I have officially been training for my FIRST marathon for a whopping three weeks now. And I love it!

I have missed the regular routine of workouts since track ended last June, and haven't been able to motivate myself without a goal in mind. I did yoga and kickboxing once a week, I'd run a couple times a week, never lift weights anymore, and it just wasn't the same. And my pants didn't lie...

Who am I kidding, I kind of missed working out like a crazy woman, but what I really missed was being able to eat anything I want! Let's just say I am quite fond of dessert. I LOVE it! I crave it, I covet it, and look forward to my almost weekly trips to Dairy Queen.

And with 25 miles a week and counting, I am determined to make my whole lifestyle healthy like it used to be.

My boyfriend bet me I couldn't give up blizzards for one month. but I CAN, and I WILL.

but I am NOT happy about it :-(

Bye bye blizzards.

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Marathon Wannabe

There are two new truths in my life. 1. I can no longer eat whatever I want and 2. My workout mojo is easily lost when I don't have a goal in mind. Can you believe it?! I was shocked, too!

I have had this image of myself. I was a totally dedicated runner that would eat, sleep, and breathe track and all included, including healthy eating.

Correction: I used to be a totally dedicated runner.

Well now track is over, and what's left is the admittance (and SHOCK) that I LOVE desserts (and would really have a hard time giving up...so I refuse!),  no longer have the metabolism of my former 19 year old self, and often choose to watch reruns of Glee over going for a run. Uhh...Who have I turned into?

So this is me trying to get my mojo back. I spent the fall after my track "retirement" running many 5k and 10k races, that I found I could do with little training, so I would. Can you say slacker?! Yes, that is me. And that was my Fall:
Monday: Yoga
Tuesday: 20 minute jog
Wednesday: Dairy Queen and oops...too late to go to the gym.
Thursday: Grey's Anatomy and pizza.
Friday: Too tired, so I'll do some push-ups.
Saturday: 10K
Sunday: burger and fries! What? I ran a 10k yesterday, don't I deserve this?
Hence, the pitfall.

I was in complete denial, telling myself I was still serious about running. Oh, Megan...you make me laugh.

Well, 10 pounds later, I realized I needed a change.

Hence #2, the marathon!

Why a marathon you might ask?

First, I needed a BIG challenge. I learned about myself that I need a race or something to look forward to to motivate myself to be in any kind of shape at all. And 5ks or 10ks once a month just wasn't cutting it. A marathon is scary...and so far has been scaring me enough to get my running shoes (and running pants that are a bit too tight these days) on everyday, whether Glee is on or not, and just go run.

Second, I never thought I would run a marathon, so I just upped and signed up. I was a sprinter in college, and rarely ran a race that was longer than a minute. For myself I want to do this, to say that I did and I can, and to show others around me that I did, and maybe they can do something they never thought they could.

And third, I still LOVE to run. Plain and simple. (And now I do...a lot). 

So this is my journey. And new focus of my blog.
The countdown begins: 165 days until my first 26.2.

Yawn...

Bored. That is how my blog makes me feel.
I need a new focus, new blog to come :-)

26.2

I made a list!

On it are tons of different things I want to do, go see, learn, etc.

One item in particular is to run a marathon...and hopefully eventually run lots of 'em.

I was a sprinter in college, though I like to run long distances. (Ha did I say run? I call it running, my boyfriend says 9 minute miles is more like jogging, but I beg to differ!)

July 31st I am running my first full marathon in good ol' San Francisco-my favorite city in the whole wide world. One day I will live there, even if just for a little while. That, too, is an item on my list.

I have been "officially" training for a week now, and yesterday I ran 11.5 miles. Not too shabby for these retired sprinter legs.

 Today I feel like I have the knees of an 80 year old.

I'll publish my list in the days to come. My goal is to do at least 100 of these things in the next 1000 days.

"100 in 1000" has a nice ring to it!

...and now 99 to go. :-)

Peace!

This is my problem...

I think it all started about 24 years ago...24 years, 1 month and 29 days to be exact. That was the day we moved in together...into a crib we shared. There are pictures of us as just teeny tiny babes with our heads wedged together into a corner of the crib that we scooted into but found it too tricky to navigate ourselves back out. (My mom said we always wanted to be next to each other, yet we both can't believe this is true, ha!...I'll try to find the pic)Of course there were actually two cribs, matching cribs that sat across from each other with matching blankeys (different colors of course...Paige's green, and mine whatever was my favorite color at the time). 

At 3 we got twin beds, that we soon after broke from jumping back and forth across and practicing our flips. In second grade we got bunk beds where we never once used the ladder. Instead we jumped from the bottom bed using our hands to hold onto the railing and swing our legs over the side of the top bunk and reach the top the fun way (isn't that how you're supposed to do it?) Needless to say the bunk bed didn't last long either. Back to matching twin beds that we had until we moved out, broken or not. [One did get broken in high school from, again, doing flips] We weren't (and still aren't) very gentle with our things. I think my mom will faint when she sees I've admitted to that. Turns out moms actually do know what they're talking about. 

 

Not until age 20 did we finally get our own rooms...ok, they were in the same dorm suite, but our own rooms!! [To our credit I did move out for one day in 4th grade, until I saw the awesome lights Paige hung in her window and let jealousy get the best of me and moved right back into her awesome (and bigger) room so that those sparkly lights could be mine too!].

Here at 24...and 1 month and 29 days...we still live together. Correction: As of April Fool's Day, 2011, Paige is moving on out! No this is not a joke, despite the day...she is leaving! It is liberating! and altogether devastating. 

Now you may say it's about time! Which most people, especially our boyfriend's and ever patient college roomie-Kayleen- will definitely say. It marks the end of our battles, the daily fights about clothes and messes and stealing each other's things. Never again will anyone have to listen to our hollering about Paige stealing my black skinny jeans, or me simply borrowing her green hoodie. I am sure Ty (my bf), Schmaz (Paige's bf), and Kayleen are relieved to see those days come to an end. And our dear lil' mom who had to and is still putting up with our never-ending complaining and phone calls about each others annoying habits. She deserves an award, twins is no easy task. 

Yes I am relieved. I will not miss the fights. I will not miss going to the closet and finding the shirt I so desperately wanted to wear is missing. I will not miss her nagging me to do dishes or get my clothes out of the dryer. 

But I will miss my Paige.

Growing up as a twin makes you SUPER DUPER close, sometimes SUPER DUPER mad, and makes splitting up SUPER DUPER hard. 

What's a twin to do...?

The best place to start.

Ha. Those who know me know that I don't have any favorites. 

I like everything, and I like nothing. I thought I was ready to get my blog on. But then I couldn't pick the background I liked best. 

Or font. 

Or color. 

Typical Megan.

As a result I am sure these things will change quickly and often, until I find my thing. I change my mind often, and as a result don't ever have a favorite. However, this does make shopping rather easy for me, and frustrating for my sister...but we'll get to that later. I do, however, have many MANY things I like, and that list is always changing.

I am Megan. I am a runner. I am a twin [a mirror twin...I'm a lefty and she's not]. I like to read. I love my family and my black lab. I like most desserts and peppermint flavored coffees and chapstick and lotion (for it's peppermint-y scent, not the taste, duh! :-) ). I consider myself creative though I wish I could paint better. I can cook if I try. I can clean, but choose not to. 

And I blog. 

Sort of.