Sorry Continued

Earlier this week I got a notice that a Friend of mine tagged me in a VIDEO for me to watch.
If more guys watched this, we'd all be safer!

TRUTH

I can't tell you how many times this has been said to me.
And how many times I just want scream at the person saying it. 

Last months Runners World has an article, Ultra, that hits home in every way. I found myself wanting to highlight paragraphs for later. Wanting to cut out sections and frame them for daily affirmations. Everything this woman says speaks to me and my life.

The gist of the article is this, can you be fit and still be fat? The article follows an obese woman who runs ultras. She may not come in first but she also doesn't come in last. As I was reading it I wished that I had a highlighter with me. It is one of only a handful of RW articles that I have read multiple times.

I'm just going to leave it here with a few clips.

On a side not: I was talking with my nutritionist (did I tell you I have one now?) and she asked about my activity. I said I was getting back into the swing of my old 2years ago routine but running was still in issue. I wasn't running any long distances, you know just 4 miles. She side eyed me and said 4 miles is a long distance. Which I suppose is true but I'd like to get back to easy 10s.

Sorry, I'm Not Sorry

I know I've posted before about unsolicited dic pics. I find them extremely annoying.

You get a notification that you've got a text.
You open it expecting a "Good morning!" or "Hey, what are you up to today?"
And SURPRISE!! Here's my penis!
It's 9 o'clock in the fucking morning. I haven't heard from this guy in a little over a week mostly because he invited me to do something with him and then basically rescinded the offer within minutes because it would take me 45min to get to where he was. Which really pissed me off and I washed my hands of him. Also, I haven't seen him in over a month. And I actually haven't seen his penis in person. By the way, we had ONE date!

Here is my reaction:

I've kept a hint of said penis but removed most of it.
Not to protect him but to protect you. Cause nobody needs to see that.
I'd also like to point out that even if I had seen it in person I still would
not want it on my phone.

I had started to type "I'm sorry but..." But I wasn't sorry. He should be the one that is sorry and clearly he wasn't. I've found myself saying "I'm sorry but..." for a lot of things and have to stop myself. Why do a vast majority of women feel the need to be sorry for being assertive? This ARTICLE......

"I think it's because we haven't addressed the deeper meaning of these "sorry." To me, they sound like tiny acts of revolt, expressions of frustrations or anger at having to ask for what should be automatic. They are employed when a situation is so clearly not our fault that we think the apology will serve as a prompt for the person who should be apologizing.

It's a Trojan horse for genuine annoyance, a tactic left over from centuries of having to couch basic demands in palatable packages in order to get what we want. All that exhausting maneuvering is the etiquette equivalent of a vestigial tail."

is brilliant and I have resolved to stop being sorry for my feelings. My rights. My thoughts.
You may also want to check out this Amy Schumer sketch. You could also just google "women stop saying I'm sorry," and pull up a multitude of recent articles on the phenomenon.

(I also just noticed that my blog title begins with an apology, but I'm not changing it.
CAUSE I'M NOT SORRY!)

Bruises

This isn't even all of the ripped off material!

So. Many. Bruises. And I'm on VACATION!!

Although, this may be the proudest moment of my life. Or one of. Cause I'm pretty DAMN proud of doing the Half Ironman. But People! I ripped off a garage roof. I tore out the rotted wood boards. I reinforced beams that looked like they had seen better days. I replaced said boards. And, I installed new rolled and shingle roofing.

ALL ON MY OWN!! And in 2.5 days.

Sans rotted wood

I hurt. Really bad last night and this morning but I'm feeling and moving better as the day goes on. I'm going to add a bunch of photos, mostly for my remembrance.

On a side note: I was supposed to get a new oven yesterday but they took it back because I couldn't unhook the old oven from the gas line. So, if any one is keeping track, I can roof a garage like a fucking ninja but I can't undo a gas hose.

This was to scare my mom. She made me call her every time
 I went up on the roof and when I got down.

The finished rolled roof section.

The finished shingled section.

All my bruises

Some more

Sweet Spot?

I think I might be in that sweet age spot. I'm old enough to be hit on by a 19yo looking for an "older lady" and still young enough to be an older guys "trophy."

Friday, I was hit on by a 19yo college student who has a thing for older women. After I dismissed him as a child, he wanted to snapchat me. First, I don't snapchat. I don't get it. Second, I'm pretty sure if I did have snapchat he was just going to send me a dick pic to show me what I'd be missing.

I was also hit on by a 57yo. I should point out that until writing this I thought he was 55. HE IS 10 YEARS YOUNGER THAN MY DAD!! He has sent me messages periodically in the past and I've just ignored him, mostly because of the age and because he never had any pictures. I thought I'd humor him this time and wrote back. Some how I got talked into meeting for a drink. Well, not some how, it's been raining like mad here and I've been stuck in the house almost the whole weekend. A drink out and some conversation sounds mighty nice. It's at 3pm. Just in time for Early Bird Dinner!

**Ok, It wasn't awful but it wasn't great. And the whole time I kept thinking, "you could be my dad!" He's not my type even if he was younger.

**The 19yo keeps emailing. I may think about giving him a chance. I'm bored and he's only around for the summer.

Atalanta II

I put Atalanta the first to sleep last night. She was getting to be too much work. In case you don't remember Atalanta is the name I gave to my iPod shuffle. She was orange and beautiful and worked wonderfully for 4 or 5 years. But over the past year she's been crapping out a mile or two into a run, even on a fresh charge. If I reset her to factory and then reloaded her she lasted for a whole run or two.

 Last Thursday was the last straw! I was a mile into a three mile run and she completely stopped playing. It was very uncool. Right after yoga I marched over to the Apple store and purchased a new one. My plan was to get another orange one, it's a pretty color. But they had a Product (Red) one and it was candy apple red. Gorgeous!! Same price and a percent of the proceeds would go to help fight AIDS. And I'm sold.

Took her out this morning and she's wonderful!

Also, this may or may not be my new wallpaper on my phone.

Street Harassment

Y'all! I am guilty of street harassment! In my head.


This is how it went down:
I was walking into work the other day and this hot, bearded, besuited MAN was in front of me. And LORD if the view from behind was not beautiful. In my head he turned to me and asked what I was doing. "Just admiring the view." And then it hit me! That is total street harassment. Dear God!

And then I used it to my advantage. The above convo happened again but then I said, "I am sorry! That is total street harassment. And I'm completely against it." That led to a great conversation and a follow up date.

And all of this took place IN MY HEAD!!!

I may be crazy.