Your Bad Hair (Part 2)

It’s time for more bad hair pics. If you missed Part 1, check it out. There are some treasures in there. But now we have a new set of treasures to kick off your Friday.

1. The Aqua Net

This is my running partner in crime. She sent a bunch of pictures to choose from but I thought most of them were way to cute to make this post. This one was an exception because 1) that is a ladder 2) I’m not sure that’s even a perm but her natural curl untamed and 3) I am sure those bangs don’t get that sexy without some serious hairspray.

2.The White Fro

This is a picture from Kate. Instead of sending a picture of herself, she decided to call out her brother instead. Take notice of the hair, then check out the shirt, and know this picture was actually taken in the 80′s.

3.  The Acid Washed Mullet

This is Jackie. While the mullet and the feathering are indeed impressive, it’s the pairing of the slick hairdo with the acid washed skirt that I find extra appealing. Oh, hey, do I see high-tops in there? I think I do.

Perhaps Jackie and I were twins? Because I had that same skirt. BOOM.

Where does my sweater end and the dog begin?

4. The Face Lift

Here’s Jackie again. I’m not sure I can classify those bangs because I don’t really know what’s going on there. I can classify the tightly pulled-back hair in the barrette. Jackie is actually 40 years old here but it’s the pulled back hair that makes her look so youthful.

5. The Some Kind of Wonderful

Say hello to Ms. Katy Widrick. And tell me you don’t think of Mary Stuart Masterson when you look at this picture.

It’s more than a bowl cut. It’s what made Eric Stoltz totally diss Lea Thompson.

(source)

6. The Floating Head

Here’s Katy again. This picture is a classic and I included it for general terribleness (that’s a word, I think) more than for bad hair.

Don’t think I don’t have one of those too. Thank God for braces, right Katy?

7. The Mu-Mu of the Future

This is Emily. Her hair is actually pretty nice here, but my God, the dress. THE DRESS! She reminds me of that girl in every horror movie who tells you that you’re going to die but you don’t listen. Bonus points for the creepy doll and her parents putting her in front of some foliage for the perfect shot. I just wish I could see the shoes.

Thanks for sending in all the great pictures, ladies. And I hope the rest of you were entertained by our traumatic childhoods.

 

 

 

 

 

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That Running Thing

Hey, I just remembered this is a running blog. So, let’s talk about that and how I’m not doing it.

First, nothing for Mother’s Day and now you’re rude?

It’s been two months since the “month of races.” Which means it’s been two months since I’ve done any significant running. If you’re new around these parts, I ran 2 marathons, 4 half marathons, a 10k, and a 5k within 5 months. Four of those races were in March, so I guess you can say a little burn out happened and is still happening.

Instead of running, I’m doing a lot of Crossfit, strength training, and spin, which I love. But I used to love running too. The thing is, I think about running all.the.time. And it pisses me off that I don’t want to do it.

During the one or two days a week that I don’t already have a workout planned, I try to psych myself up for running. THIS is going to be the night that I run and it’s going to be awesome and I’m going to love it all over again. But that doesn’t happen.

Tuesday was one of those nights. I went to the gym. I ran 6.2 miles at a 9:37 pace and…nothing. I mean, it felt good to sweat and be active of course but I didn’t love it and usually I do. So I think I need to be more active in getting my mojo back instead of waiting for it to come to me.

I posted a comment on the Fitfluential Running Facebook page to get some ideas and this girl gave me a good suggestion there. So I came up with this plan:

1. I’m going running with my group Saturday morning. I haven’t seen them in a long time and I miss them. I know it’s nothing crazy, but I think seeing my peeps will pep me up.

2. I’m going to sign up for my running group again this summer.

I wasn’t going to sign up this year and I still have no intention of running with them every week (or even every month) but I want the option to be there. I’m not training for anything, so if I don’t run with them much, at least the money is going to my local running store.

3. I’m going to sign up for a local 5k so I have a race to look forward to.

I don’t like 5ks. I don’t like them even more in the summer in Florida. But I do love speed work, so I can get my speed work on for fun and maybe bust out a PR on an actual timed course. I’m over PRing in 5ks that don’t have official timing.

So that’s the plan. We’ll see if it gets me out of my funk.

Yes. It’s over. You can come out now.

 

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In Time in Two Minutes

I watched In Time on Sunday. It wasn’t good or bad, it was just kinda “eh” which is a total bummer because this movie had serious potential. The concept was really cool and of course JT is in it and he’s not terrible on the eyes. But in case you want to save 2 hours of your life and watch something else that would probably be a better use of your time, I am going to sum it up for you.

All people stop aging at 25.

Once you turn 25, you’re “clock” starts. You get one year to live and do with as you wish. And you can see your time remaining on your arm.

The world’s currency is time. You buy things with time and spend it just like you would money.

You also earn time at your job. Poor people literally live day to day with only hours of time left. Once your time runs out, you die. Rich people have years of time and since they have access to more time so often, they can technically live forever (barring any fatal accidents).

You can give or take other people’s time by holding their wrist, sleeping or not, and with or without consent.

JT is given over 100 years of time by a rich guy that was over 100 years old and tired of living.

JT’s mother is almost out of time. She dies literally seconds before he can give it to her. She is also hot.

People live in Time Zones. JT leaves his poor Time Zone to check out the rich people’s Time Zone, something his mother and him always wanted to do together.  Too bad he was accused of stealing all that time he got from the rich, hot guy because now he is wanted by the Timekeepers, who are basically police in sexy leather.

Enter Sylvia. She’s hot too. Everyone be hot in this movie!

Sylvia has seen JT around town and she likey what she sees. They end up skinny dipping together and near-kissing, which means they are totes made for each other. Too bad JT kidnaps her after he’s accused of stealing all that time because now she’s so conflicted. I mean, he’s hot. But he did just kidnap her. So there’s that.

Sylvia’s dad is Pete from Mad Men. He owns a bunch of time banks and is a total time-hoarding dbag.

JT and Sylvia spend the rest of the movie running because it’s super important to get everywhere quickly.

Sylvia is good at two things: keeping her makeup absolutely perfect even though she has nothing with her and running long distances in 4-inch heels.

Also, I have no idea where she got that dress.

Sylvia starts liking JT again. They do dirty things with their private parts but the Timekeepers catch up to them so they have to make like a tree. JT tells her to put her clothes on and they are quickly out the door. Sylvia can put on pantyhose fast, because they were out the door within 3 seconds and she had those puppies back on.

Between all the running and looking hot, JT and Sylvia start robbing her father’s banks of time and giving it to the people in the poor Time Zones. JT thinks no one should be immortal and wants to give all people equal time so everyone has a chance at living and the Time Zones won’t be segregated.

Now don’t waste that 2 hours I just gave you. :-)

 

 

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Foodapalooza

I had a good weekend. The little love affair I’ve been having with bacon cheeseburgers continued on Friday.

I met hubs for lunch at Graffiti Junction, a burger joint I’ve been wanting to try out for a year now. Since we didn’t drive together, it actually felt like we were on a date, which I kinda loved.

I was prepared to have my hair blown back and my pants dropped by “Orlando’s best burger” but unfortunately, I didn’t care for it. Or the fries. Or the chili we had as an appetizer.

Saturday morning, hubs and I did the Spartan workout at Crossfit. I finished in about 33 minutes. That’s a 15 minute improvement from the last time I did it. Fifteen! It’s really cool to be able to see how much I’ve improved in the year I’ve been doing Crossfit. Now I just need to figure out how to shave that time off my half marathon.

Saturday night the food fest continued when our friend Morgan was in town for the night.

We went to Ceviche, a tapas restaurant downtown, and it was delicious. We ordered a billion things and I was fully prepared to take pictures of every dish. I even had the camera in my lap the whole time, but I was so busy stuffing my face that this is the only picture I took.

We ended up at Sky Bar afterwards where our friend’s Teri and Greg joined us.

Yes. I am gigantic.

The cab ride home was equally entertaining as the night out. The driver was jamming the music so loud that none of us could hear each other speak. Hubs was in the front seat and the driver kept looking over at him while saying, “aaahhhh yeah!” as he was rocking out.

More food was had today when we went out for a Mother’s Day dinner with the in-laws at Pannullo’s in Winter Park.

We all had a hard time deciding what to order because it all sounded so good. Hubs and I ended up sharing the orange roughy, which looks like a hot mess in this picture.

And the gorgonzola stuffed chicken.

I can’t imagine why America is so fat.

Everything was delicious but I was so full afterwards that I’ve felt like a turd all day. Now I’m comatose on the couch. So far I’ve skipped my workout, taken a nap, and watched In Time. I never thought I’d look forward to eating healthy, but tomorrow cannot get here fast enough so I can get back on the wagon.

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Your Bad Hair (Part 1)

I asked for bad hair pictures and I got ‘em. You all are not shy. I love it! A bunch of you even sent in more than one and let me choose which one to post. Of course, sometimes that was Sofie’s Choice and I had to pick several so now this is going to be two posts otherwise you’ll be reading into next week. So let’s get to it.

1. The Helmet

Kathy sent in this picture. I think it’s questionable that this is even hair. It looks like it was set gently atop Kathy’s head. Plus, it’s a sports picture. I’m not sure soccer uses helmets, but this was another time afterall. We may never know the answer.

2.The Trick Mullet

This picture is from Sierra. I almost deemed this picture too adorable to post (and she’s still adorable today), but then she received points because her bangs go all the way around to both ears. Then I realized, this is in fact a mullet but she’s so adorable that you are tricked into thinking this is a regular haircut. Extra points also given for the sexual-predator-friendly “Arms are for hugging” dress.

3. The Confident Mop

This is Amber.  If you turn her upside down, you can use her on floors. Amber is really working this look with that confident strut toward the camera and Tweety Bird on her shirt.

4.  The Seductive Mullet

This is also Amber. Not many people can pull off bangs that go back mid-head but Amber has it going on. This is possibly my favorite entry for the pose alone. The phrase “pictures are worth 1000 words” was created once this was taken.

5. The Kip Winger

This is my friend Katie. I’m not sure Kip Winger ever had this hairstyle but I do think he would date anyone with it. So the name seems appropriate.  It’s a little bit feather, a little bit cowlick, and a little bit dental hygenist scrubs.

6. The Joan Cusack

Here’s Katie again. All I can think about when I see this picture is Joan Cusack. And really, I have no idea why. Maybe it’s the pose or the rad lightning bolt earrings. Also, it’s important to note that if you cut off all her hair from the ears down, that she would have the same hair as my brother in the late 70s.

7. The Hair Bear

Shannon sent in two completely different pictures and I appreciate her willingness to experiment with hair at such a young age. First, we have the hair bear. I can’t decide what I like better, her gigantic head of hair, the pink cumberbun in the background, or her then boyfriend’s peach fuzz moustache.

8. The Sinead

Here’s Shannon again. She gets mad points for 1) actually shaving her head and 2) being the only one to send in this type of hairstyle. I also appreciate her ability to transform one side of her hair into long luscious locks by leaning into her friend.

9. The Hare Bear (See what I did there?)

This is Jina. I had to double check that this wasn’t me. A perm, reddish hair, bangs, freckles, bunnies. It’s easy to see how I could get confused. I can’t say anything bad about this picture. Jina obviously knows the way to my heart.

10.  The Superhero

Ok, so maybe Jeremy Renner didn’t send this in to me. But you can’t prove it.

Thanks to everyone for sending in your pictures. You are all good sports and make me feel less awkward. Part 2 is coming up soon so you still have time to send in your pictures at eatwatchrun@gmail.com  if you didn’t get a chance.

 

 

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Getting Better

I’m in a much better mood today than I was the other day. Probably because I know I don’t have to be anywhere after work. Usually all my workouts during the week are scheduled for the month. I give myself just enough time to get home from work, quickly eat something, change my clothes, and head back out the door. So basically, all my days are just a rush to be at the next place and it gets stressful after awhile. I think that’s why I love having no plans. I could never leave the house and be happy. I have no idea how I got this way because I used to be such a “let’s do things!” type of person. Now I’m lame, old, and lazy.

(source)

Ok, let’s get our numbers on since this is going to be random.

1.  Sometimes I feel like I should have kids just so I can use the “I don’t have a babysitter” excuse to not do something. Because I know all of you with kids do that. You just don’t talk about it. It’s like a secret society and those without kids can’t call you out because if we do, that will probably be the one time you really couldn’t find a babysitter. Well, I’m on to you. And in an effort to bring equality to this world, I’m going to dress up animals and pretend they are my children so I can use the excuse too.

2. I finished season 4 of Breaking Bad. The DVR is 94% full because we’ve neglected it for so long. In a way, I’m relieved that I won’t be spending every waking hour wanting to watch it but on the other hand watching anything else now seems super strange. Like these guys:

(I just wanted a reason to post that. I can’t stop watching it.)

3.  Season 4 was awesome, but I think I still liked seasons 2 and 3 better. No spoilers, so don’t worry – but Walt seemed like so much more of a jerk than usual. I have no sympathy for that guy anymore and he deserves anything that comes to him. Jesse on the other hand, has an open invite to my house.

4. And while we’re still on the subject of Breaking Bad, I find myself looking forward to what over-sized, terrible t-shirt Jesse is going to wear next. He wore a sparkly one in season 4 that was probably the best thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t find a picture of it anywhere. So enjoy this instead.

5. The past several days, I’ve been super sore from Crossfit and weight training. So it came in handy that I was sent a cute little package from Laforce +Stevens to try out BenGay Zero Degrees. Check out all the fun stuff they sent!

(Hair ties, hair spray, a workout video, an insulated bag, and a gym towel.)

BenGay Zero Degrees is similar to Icy Hot and BioFreeze, which I basically lived on during marathon training when I had so many knee and foot problems. Except, you can store Zero Degrees in the freezer for that extra jolt of holy crap when you put it on your muscles. Plus, it comes in packaging that looks like a stick of deodorant instead of a hand pump or roll-on.

Here’s what I thought: I liked it better than BioFreeze. Not because it works better, because I think they are both equal in terms of soothing muscles. But I liked that it was easy to apply and I didn’t have to put it on my hands.  I also thought the cooling sensation lasted a lot longer. An hour and a half later, I could still feel it working. Basically, I didn’t need to reapply it. So if you’re in the market for something like this, give it a shot and let me know what you think.

Just don’t tell your husband because when you ask for a massage, he will throw this at you instead.

6. I bought some more sparkling water. This time I’m trying out La Croix grapefruit flavor.

I’m not sure why every blogger recommends this stuff because it tastes like carbonated nothing and it gets worse the more I drink it. I don’t taste grapefruit at all. Then again, maybe my taste buds are numb from years of Diet Coke and Splenda.

7. I think this is the longest post about nothing that I’ve ever written. You can all rest assured that my Breaking Bad love will be on hiatus until season 5 and until then, you won’t have to hear about it anymore.

Just kidding. Yes you will.

(source)

Seriously, someone go watch that show so we can talk about it.

 

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Moody

I’ve been in a bad mood for at least a week now. I’m not sure what my problem is. Well, I do know (besides that I just ended a sentence with is). It’s a little bit burn out from exercise, a little bit that my pants are too tight, a little bit lack of sleep, and a little bit that this just happened.

Not only do I hate sparkling water. It hates me.

I noticed this afterwards.

I think drinking too much diet pop is part of what’s making me feel like crap lately, so I thought I’d try sparkling water in an effort to get off “the juice.” I hated Diet Coke when I first tried it and made myself like it so I could stop drinking so much regular Coke. I think I can do the same thing with sparkling water because it’s not the worst thing ever. But we are not starting off well. And I’m so tempted to mix Splenda in it so I can remain in the artificial sugar induced coma I have grown to love.

Anyway, when I’m moody, it involves a lot of pouting and a lot of anti-social behavior. Eventually, I get back to my normal, cheerful, snarky self but in the meantime, nothing makes me happy.

I feel you, kitty.

After taking 3 consecutive days off from working out (which never happens), I got back at it on Saturday with a weight training workout. And man, it was nice to lift weights again. I felt good the whole time and didn’t want to die afterwards. My trainer even said, “you must be eating” since I had so much energy. So thank you rest days and bacon cheeseburgers for getting me through that one.

The next day, my shoulders, back, and hammies were begging for sweet mercy because they were so sore. I love when you can feel yourself getting stronger. Here’s what I did:

(Graphic examples of: good mornings, dead lifts, bent over rows)

Last night, I wanted to go shopping but hubs guilted me into Crossfit. Our trainer told me I looked tired during the workout, which is fun when you feel like you’re exerting all the energy you have. At least I felt better afterwards.

Tonight, I have another workout planned and I’m so not in the mood. I guess this is when planning your workouts in advance comes in handy – you have to stick to them because someone is expecting you to show up. I need to get out of this funk soon. Hopefully before I hear my co-worker’s “Gooooooood morning, Vietnam!” ring tone again. Because nothing good is in store for that co-worker.

*****

P.S. If you haven’t sent me your bad hair pictures yet, remember to do that!

 

 

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Lazy Came to Town

Last week lazy came to town. I worked out on Monday, but by Tuesday I was in such a piss poor mood that the only reason I worked out is because I felt too guilty to cancel with my trainer. Wednesday, I skipped spin. Then I quit salads for the rest of the week and took up bacon cheeseburgers.

Thursday and Friday weren’t any better. I skipped those workouts too. Thursday night, hubs and I went to a midnight showing of The Avengers. I’m pretty sure I fell asleep for 10 minutes of the movie. I’m old, it was late, and I’m like a canary when the lights go out. But once I woke up, I liked it a lot, even though the story was pretty weak. (And not because I missed 10 minutes of it.)

Before the movie, and before I realized I’d have 3 1/2 hours of sleep the night before, I thought it would be a good idea to buy last minute tickets to take my present husband…

…to see my future husband on Friday.

Who am I kidding? It was a good idea. Oh hey there yummy. You pointing at me?

Bush was opening for Nickelback (what has this world come to?) so I figured it would be a fun show even though I’m not really a Nickelback fan. Plus, I’m a snobby concert goer and there were floor tickets available. :-)

This is the 4th time I’ve seen Bush and it made me sad that I missed them when they were in town a few months ago as the headliner. I heart them.

I love how they do a random cover song at each show. This time he sang Come Together from The Beatles and Gavin walked around the whole perimeter of the stadium, through the audience, while he was singing it. Freakin’ awesome. That is until the woman in green started molesting my man. Rude.

Of course, he walked right by us when he was going back to the stage and my camera wasn’t fast enough. But I was totally cool with that.

When Nickelback came on stage, we hung out toward the back of the floor. I broke my non-drinking clause because well, it’s Nickelback. Hubs didn’t care for them but I thought they were pretty entertaining. They threw t-shirts into the crowd (with a t-shirt cannon), which I thought was kinda cool.

Just when we thought we were at maximum safe distance, a big, rotating platform descended from the ceiling and BAM! They were right behind us.

They sang 4 or 5 songs from the platform until they went back to the stage, including my two faves (Animals and Rock Star). Oh, and let me point out that I don’t own one Nickelback album and still knew all but one of their songs. It is crazy how they are considered the joke of the rock world but they have so many hits.

Oh, and here’s a picture that I took that didn’t come out. Is that girl flicking him off? Or am I behind the times and this is the new way to rock out?

We left during the encore to avoid traffic and went home to watch more Breaking Bad. Because we’re not obsessed at all with that. Now I’ve had Nickelback songs in my head for the past 4 days. They’re tricky like that.

 

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Flashback Friday: Bad Hair

Alternate title: How my parents made sure I never had sex.

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a Flashback Friday. I’m really good at starting up recurring posts and then abandoning them completely. So it’s time to bring it back, even if just for one week because I’m almost certain I will regret this.

You might remember, I dyed my hair red last week. While I was dying it, I posted a picture on Instagram out of boredom.

Then I got a few comments.

Those comments made me think about how often I change my hair and all the terrible hair cuts I’ve had in the past. Today I’m going to share some of them with you. These are pictures of pictures so they aren’t the best quality, but if we’re being real here, no one needs to see these clearer than they already are. So get ready for some of the worst pictures ever taken of me. (You can thank my BF for digging some of these up.)

Lord help me if any of this ends up on People of Wal-Mart or Awkward Family Photos.

1. The Bowl Cut

My parents started me out pretty young with the terrible haircuts. Since I don’t remember going to the salon, I’m pretty sure an actual bowl was used in the making of this hair. If you stare long enough, I kinda look like Danny Bonaduce. (This picture is Pants approved, by the way.)

2. The Tight Perm

(This is for you, Verlin.)

I hated smiling because I had terrible teeth and was super embarrassed about them. I got this perm the summer before 8th grade. The first day of class, I walked in and Kris Winkle (yeah, I’ll call him out) said, “WHAT did you do to your hair!?” That pretty  much scarred me for the rest of the year.

3. The Feather

Mmm. I loooved having teeth like that growing up. Gave me so much confidence!

I remember my dad made me wear that dress and I hated it. I’m pretty sure this is the only time I wore it and I remember being thankful that I was still growing because I knew it wouldn’t fit for long. Dresses should not have bibs or look like couches. But I think we have other issues to deal with in this picture, like that blue eyeshadow.

4.  The Feathered Mullet

This might be one of my favorites. I like how the feathering really covers up my earlobes. Couldn’t someone at least have repainted my nails?

5. The Disheveled Mullet

That was my first and last trip to Fantastic Sams. My mom LOVED it. I was mortified. Even in the 80s. I cried after I got this hair cut and had to deal with it forever while it was growing out. I know you can’t tell from the picture, but that’s a Belinda Carlisle pin I’m wearing on my shirt. I couldn’t afford the t-shirt, so I bought the pin and wore it all.the.time.

6. The Teased Bangs

That’s me and Lisa. She is going to KILL me for posting this but how can I let such a treasure go unseen? That is the tight perm from the previous picture growing out. Not completely horrible, but you can’t deny the awkwardness of the spoon in my mouth, a happy face made out of Oreos in our ice cream, and my supremely comfortable hand pose.

7. The Scrunchie

Oh hey there attractive couch!

This was my matching phase. My earrings matched my scrunchie which matched my shorts. Not horrible, but very 80s. And now it reminds me of The Graduate.

*****

So there you have it. I showed you mine, now you show me yours. Pretty please? Send me your worst hair cut picture at eatwatchrun@gmail.com (and your blog link if you have one) and I’ll put them in a post in a week or so. :-)

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Three Things Thursday

I’m getting less and less sleep every night and yesterday morning I didn’t wake up to my alarm. I even skipped my workout last night in lieu of a nap, but just ended up watching more Breaking Bad. To say I’m addicted to that show might be an understatement. It’s like I can’t.stop.watching. Or talking about it for that matter. But if this girl can talk about Hunger Games incessantly for 2 months, then I can talk about Breaking Bad.

Hubs and I finished season 3 last night. Then of course we couldn’t go to bed with that cliffhanger in our minds, so we had to watch the first episode of season 4. There are only a few shows that have ever been this addicting to me. Season 1 of Lost, season 1 of Dexter (which forced me to get Showtime for all the other seasons), the first 3 seasons of Nip/Tuck, the whole series of Battlestar Galactica (not kidding), and Veronica Mars. I guess I just love shows that end in cliffhangers every week because that’s what they all have in common. (Am I the only one? What shows have you been addicted to?)

I also might be slightly obsessed with Jesse Pinkman.

(He totally deserved that Emmy. That man is like Leo DiCaprio when he cries.)

Add him to my future husband list! He’s an inch shorter than me, but if Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes can make it work, so can I.

So today I bring you the three things I need now that I’m addicted to Breaking Bad.

This Coin

I don’t even know if that’s a real thing for sale, but I need it. In fact, it should be made into a race medal so there can be a Breaking Bad themed marathon and I can run it. Then at the end of the race, you get kisses from your favorite cast members. This is genius! Why do I have to think of everything?

These Nails

It has a little crystal meth nail! See? Drugs can be adorable.

These Shoes

These are real, yo. They also have special edition Converse for Dexter and Walking Dead. I probably wouldn’t wear these in public though. OR WOULD I?

I can’t wait to get through Season 4 because then I’ll be able to sleep again. Or I’ll just be annoyed that I have to wait till summer for Season 5. AMC is airing the first 8 episodes in 2012 and then the last 8 in 2013. Ugh. WHY do they break seasons up like that? And it’s going to be the last season. *sniff*

Alright, it’s almost lunch time. I need to go buy Corn Pops now that I know Jesse used to eat them.


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