It happens all the time. I get these...ideas. Pick up mountain biking, it can't be that difficult with one arm! Spend $4,000 on a trip to Italy for the hell of it. Run a half-marathon, the surgeon only said you shouldn't run a full marathon!
This time I got the bright idea to do the Runner's World summer run streak. What is this moronic thing you ask? It's a simple challenge that requires you to run at least one mile every day from Memorial Day to the 4th of July. Not too hard right?
What do you get at the end? A shiny medal? A giant cake with your face on it? No. You get nothing but tired knees. Oh, and a high water bill because DAMN that's a lot of laundry,
If you can't tell, I'm a little discouraged. I've been perfect so far and haven't missed a single day. However, instead of feeling stronger with each passing day, I just feel more and more like a crappy runner with the knees of a 60 year old. That creaking noise aint normal folks!
What's so great about running anyways? Why the sudden surge in popularity? After college, you don't have anything to constantly be working towards on a regular basis. For many recent grads, it seems like running fills that void. We need something to work towards. We crave success. Immediately when you are done running, you feel like a badass. Who doesn't want to experience that once a day?
Despite today's attitude, I hit the treadmill and managed to get a solid 3 miles done in 32 minutes. I am going to finish this damn thing! My mile time has significantly improved, so there's that. Plus, I may complain before every run but I'm smiling like a weirdo after.
On the 4th of July, I will eat a GIANT cookie the size of my face and I will think twice about getting anymore bright ideas.
Who am I kidding? Anybody want to get certified to scuba dive?
-Sarah
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Call me crazy
Yes, I am aware that I don't have the best track record when it comes to music. I worship Lady Gaga, and I may or may not own every song that Glee has released. But, I swear to mother monster, if I hear the song "Call me maybe" one more time, I will set my hair on fire.
This little Canadian weirdo was discovered by Justin Beiber. OF COURSE. This is what happens when you give a 12 year old boy power America!
This little Canadian weirdo was discovered by Justin Beiber. OF COURSE. This is what happens when you give a 12 year old boy power America!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Pretty Little Losers
Once upon a time there were two college students from opposite sides of the tracks. As different as two girls could be: one was tall, the other was taller. One liked Nsync, the other liked the Backstreet Boys. One was a pasty brunette from the suburbs of Indianapolis, the other was a fiery red head from America's armpit...Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Their paths crossed on one fateful day in Stillwater, OK where they were both attending the great Oklahoma State University. The redhead (she has a name, it's Steph) started dating the Hoosiers older brother, Ryan.
Both young woman were in need of a roommate, and much to his later horror, Ryan talked Steph and his sister Sarah into living together. They quickly realized their mutual love for macaroni and cheese, alcohol, Doritos, and Britney Spears. Within weeks of being roommates, the food soul mates became best friends. And so our story begins...
Their paths crossed on one fateful day in Stillwater, OK where they were both attending the great Oklahoma State University. The redhead (she has a name, it's Steph) started dating the Hoosiers older brother, Ryan.
Both young woman were in need of a roommate, and much to his later horror, Ryan talked Steph and his sister Sarah into living together. They quickly realized their mutual love for macaroni and cheese, alcohol, Doritos, and Britney Spears. Within weeks of being roommates, the food soul mates became best friends. And so our story begins...
That was 7 years ago. We are now sister-in-laws living within 5 minutes of each other in Oklahoma City.
I (this is Sarah btw, the one on the left in the picture above) spend most of my time working in a cubicle, running, biking (as in I've done it twice), and hanging out with the main fella in my life...my dog Cooper.
His full name is Cooper Tiberious Peyton Sarah Johnson, but you can call him Coop.
Steph and my older brother married a few years ago, and now live with their fury child Charles. Steph spends most of her time eating and watching the real housewives of India or Tibet.
Yes, she had professional photos done of him.
So that's it. Together, we make a strange duo. What will we write about? Whatever the hell tickles our fancy, that's what. There will be wine and whining. Running, eating, reality TV, books, and Big Dick Richie are just a few of the things we may talk about. Oh and we will also update you on the latest flavors of Doritos.



