Beauty: Nail Art

Hey everyone,

Didn't run this week, so I opted to spend my time with the really important things like nail art. Let me show you how I did it:

1) Start off with clean nails and a base coat

2)  I prefer starting with a lighter color as the base. I've noticed that when I use darker basis they tend to smear into the lighter color.

3) use masking or paint tape, don't use regular tape. Why? 1) because it will peel the paint off your nail 2) regular tape will leave behind residue on your nail

I trimmed the tape into thinner strips

4) end result

What I used

colors: Jamaican me Crazy and Sexy Divide

Year of the Sneaker: 20 miles

I'm the one in the bright yellow

So yesterday I Scott ran the furthest we have ever ran: 20 miles! I have to admit, I was nervous at first, waking up every hour anticipating this feat. I had eaten pasta the night before, got a good 8 hours a sleep and mentally prepped myself. It went surprisingly well! By mile 3 I settled into a good rhythm thinking about my day (i.e. "What am I going to wear tonight?" " I hope The Vow doesn't make me cry" " JESUS! I'M GETTING MARRIED IN 10 MONTHS!!!" )

Action shot

 I had made a mental note at mile 10 to take a 'picture' of how I felt when we took the first loop around Chino Hills High School: "I feel great! Nothing hurts, fantastic!" Well, see this was before we hit Soquel Canyon Road (yes I said Canyon) for the second time. Although I felt better the 2nd time around, I think it definitively took the wind out of my sails. 

Mile 17-18 (the second loop around Chino Hills High School) I began to experience muscle fatigue. I couldn't feel my thighs, and at some point I thought I wouldn't be able to lift my leg anymore. This may have happened because I didn't drink as much electrolytes as I should have.  Our tight knit pace group started disbanding. When we were done I felt a huge sense of accomplishment, and actually felt better than when I finished my 1/2 marathon. 

What did 20 miles teach me?

* Don't get cocky with your runs. The means: stretch, eat right, hydrate. Because just because you've done 13 miles multiple times a 1/2 marathon can still hand you your ass. 

* If I can do 20 miles, what's 6 miles more? (Granted, they say the last 6.2 miles are the hardest)

* 26.2 miles is going to be difficult, it's going to suck. But if Marathon's were easy everyone would do them.

Year of the Sneaker- Surf City 1/2 Marathon

me getting my run on

This Sunday, I ran the 1st 1/2 marathon's of the Beach Cities Challenge with Scott and my L.A. Marathon pacing group. One down, 2 more to go. I feel, tore up from the floor up. I've been running long distance in training, and I didn't feel as bad as I did after this race and as sore as I feel now. But that's my own damn fault:

- I didn't do good enough stretching

- I haven't been consistent with my weekly runs (when training for long distances you should be doing short runs 3 times during the week)

- I didn't hydrate enough

BUT I finished, and even though I swear I'll never run again after I finish a race, I'm pretty excited about the second of the Beach Cities series (1/2 Marathon in Orange County). The LA Marathon continues to scare the shit out of me.

If you want to know:

What I heard at mile 6.5 (1/2 way point)

And the song that brought me home (makes me think of my upcoming wedding)

Naps Suck: AKA- Baby Comas

The other day at work we were all bitching about how tired we are. Frankly, I think once you're over the age of 25 you immediately become sleep deprived and all those years you spent partying and doing all nighter's studying suddenly come back to haunt you. Scott and I have started saying we have a "bad case of the mimis." To all my non-spanish speaking friends Mimis is Spanish word for sleepy. In the south they call it the "itis" ( I think it's a southern word, I don't know! I make up shit all the time).

Me: "Oh hey Mimis!"

Mimis: "SUP BITCH!"

Anyways, back to my story: We were talking about being tired. The the word Nap came up. I hate naps, I've always hated naps. Ask my mom! She would pick me up from day care and the teacher would complain that I didn't nap. 

BUT NAPS ARE AWESOME you say! They aren't and let me tell  you why. Naps to me are like baby comas. I fall asleep deep! I mean deep!

It's suggested that you go through 4 stages of sleep , the 4th being the deepest. When awakened from a 4th stage you may wake up all disoriented and screwed up. This is what happens to me. I wake up disoriented, confused, I can't really walk. I swear my naps are baby comas. So next time you see me yawn and you brazenly suggest I take a nap, please don't be offended when I flip you the bird.


If you want to know what I look like when I wake up from a nap, please see this video of a baby giraffe learning to walk.