So A Runner Walks into a Bra…

So A Runner Walks into a Bra…
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Fine, forget the tired jokes. Watch the video. It’s the truth, people!

Twenty-two… twenty-eight. Twenty-two… twenty-eight.

Thirty-five and kid? Let’s not even talk about it, OK?

What we should talk about is that we ladies need good support while running. And for once I don’t mean mandating your significant other to cheer you along the course and bring you flowers at the finish line.

Let’s talk boob support. (Oh, and we must address underarm flabbage some day. Remind me.) Read more

Day of the Footsies

Day of the Footsies
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To state the disturbingly obvious, this is a picture of my left foot.

Oh, you think that’s gross? Girlfriend, you ain’t seen gross.

I’m sorry, were you eating lunch just now? Next time, don’t read a runner’s blog while eating, OK?

I mean, those are runners’ feet. Granted, mine: after running a few half marathons, a 15-miler, a 14-miler, no biggie. The “Mr. Pinky decided to move out” photo belongs to this guy, who runs marathons or half marathons what seems like every weekend. That is, when he’s not running a 100-miler or four marathons in three days, things of such sort. Endorphin Dude is awesome. Go ahead and like him on Facebook, you won’t regret it. (Just don’t look while eating.)

But as usual, I digress. The point is, today was the day of the footsies. To begin with, I wore my new Tiffany shoes (yes, yes, I know they are Nike, but I’ve gone ahead and named them Tiffany, kay?). We walked around an amusement park all day. Super fun for kids. For adults – you better be wearing comfy shoes. And hey, lucky me, that’s exactly what I was wearing!

Then life improved even further because I went and finally got myself a pedicure. It had been weeks and weeks… and miles, and miles and miles. It was a glorious pedicure, with a hot stone foot massage. Just what the footsies needed. They are so happy right now.

But wait, I digress again. I promise, I really do have lots of insightful thoughts and advice to share about feet. Read more

Running With Cramps

Running With Cramps
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On the off chance that guys are reading this and thinking “ew, TMI,” let’s set the record straight:

That time of the month is a completely natural thing that happens once a month and lasts for several days. If you live with a significant other, you are probably aware of the immediate side effects, which include crankiness, snappiness, bitchiness, an increase in chocolate consumption and usage of “cramps” as an excuse for not washing the dishes, as well as spending the evening on the sofa watching seasons one through three of The Vampire Diaries on Netflix, for the 17th time.

What most men don’t seem to realize is that “that time of the month” can be used as an excuse for either or all of the above at any time of month. Hello, there’s a reason it’s called a monthly cycle. It has no beginning, no end, period. (Ah, that was not intentional, hah!)

That said, there is one thing for which cramps cannot, should not, be used as an excuse: running. Read more