Candies, Latte and the Barista

Candies, Latte and the Barista
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Hello, hello! How was everyone’s Halloween?

FamilyRuns had lots of fun, dressed up as:

BabyRuns, however, could not be talked into wearing an espresso machine costume and went with the next best thing, a Power Ranger:

As for the spoils of the night, yet again we ended up with a candy surplus. That is, we now have more than I bought for trick-or-treaters – and when I tell you that was one ginormous $20 bag of candy, I truly mean it!

So I guess BabyRunner’s evening should be considered a success. Whether that’s the case for his mother is questionable. Anyone else having too much fun today with their kids’ bowl of fun-size candy bars?

Clearly, a run was necessary and I braved the mild drizzle to get in an easy four-miler.

And as if I needed another incentive, I wore my new, fresh off the mailbox Pro Compression calf sleeves.

Felt tight and pretty great, especially considering the sweet discount I got for them. [In the event that it still works: discount code SLEEVES at checkout, and those babies will be yours for $25 plus tax, shipping gratis!]

Today’s run:

 
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Running Track

Running Track
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This was my run today.

And before you wave it off as incredibly boring, let me show it to you one other way:

Not half bad, right?

I love the track. It’s soft and rubbery, so I can wear old running shoes (because I’m cheap and want to squeeze every last mile out of them). It goes round and round and round, and that repetitiveness just lets me space out completely and listen to my music as I go faster, then slower, then faster again.

Running on the track, I feel and imagine myself looking like this:

European champion at 100m, Ivet Lalova. Fellow Bulgarian. Damn, girl, do you have *any* fat at all? Any? Photo credit

I said, I imagine – OK? Read more

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