I’m probably due to write a Spring Break recap (that phrase sounds as if I had an MTV-esque vacay, but it was more VH1-esque) but I am too *busy* soaking up the sun to think that hard right now.
I went for solo run this afternoon at the greenway while the husband
pretended he was playing at The Masters played golf and just to enjoy the sun shine a bit longer and really increase the racer back tan lines decided to enjoy a lemonade on the patio at Starbucks. Insert yuppie joke here. Aside from the yellow film of pollen covering the city, life is grand (hey, it is the weekend!).
Here’s to the rest of the weekend… Hope it’s a sunny one for you, too. Cheers!
Well it’s March. It’s even a new season (although it still feels like Winter) and I haven’t blogged nearly as much as I’ve wanted to in 2013 . In thinking of what to blog about, I started thinking about the blogs I
pretend are about my pretend So-Cal life read frequently…
There are a few blogs I follow with the same regularity as which I brush my teeth: Run Eat Repeat, Peanut Butter Fingers, MizFit Online: thank you all for making me
jealous inspired by your life filled with writing, fitness, food, and free goodies from companies that send you stuff to review on your blog.
To those *lovely* bloggers: I am 100% envious of your “job.”
Don’t get me wrong– I am sure there are less than celeb-esque moments of their careers… but I am most inconveniently reminded of the perks I have imagined when some kid’s parent is screaming profanities at me for giving him consequences. For what you ask? For screaming profanities at someone else (insert “apple not falling far from tree” reference here) or any other myriad of crazy situations.
My three favorite aforementioned bloggers are all experts in fitness, they take selfies in cute bargains from cute boutiques, they review local food, they make creative meals and include pics of what they eat, and post pics of their Garmins showing runs of distances that I don’t even drive.
I am not an expert in the fitness arena. I don’t take selfies. I scarf down my food before it has a chance of being in a photo op. I did log 5 miles on the dreadmill today to prep for the Cooper River Bridge Run but that in no way ‘expert.’ I am not currently testing products for any company and writing about them. I
cook eat what the husband cooks for me and half the time it lands on a paper plate (not pic-worthy– even if it is Instagramed to the hilt).
I am however willing to be picked up as a free-lance blogger. And by free-lance I mean, pay me or at least send me free sh*t. At least then I’ll have something to blog about.