Racing without a watch

Ever since I acquired a Garmin watch to pace myself, I haven’t ever raced without it. This morning, I completely spaced out and forgot it. I was freaking out the entire ride to the race. I knew that I needed to stop and this was not going to help me. 

At the race, one of my buddies decided to push the warm-up and my other buddy and I didn’t say anything, until I pointed out that the race was about to begin. Shit, what time is it?? 

The warm-up pusher didn’t know the race started 30 minutes earlier than previous years. And, me, the watch nazi, wasn’t wearing one. Oops. 

I did okay without a watch or miles splits being shouted out. Obviously, it’s all in my head. I had to go by feel and I felt good despite the warm-up and hilly course.

This was my fourth race in a row that I have been under 21 minutes. I am getting closer to breaking my PR of 20:44. 

Three more 5Ks left in 2014 to break it. 

My future in mental health

I have been working in psychiatry for close to eight years. Four years ago I decided I should go back to school for my master’s degree in social work with a concentration in mental health and substance abuse. As I’m nearing the end of my degree, I am beginning to think about job opportunities and possible fellowships for the following year. Granted, I will still have a few years of clinical supervision before I am licensed (and pass the exam). With that said, many people have shared their experiences with their own mental illness, struggles, substance use, trauma, and various other hardships. I want to let you know that if you want someone to write, vent, ask questions to, I’m here. But, I am a busy lady, so please be patient with me. 

Remember to be kind, we never know what someone is going through. 

The single runners

I have been spending a lot of time with some of the dudes on my running team. After an intense track workout, we decided we should reward ourselves with tequila. A few shots in and the boys wanted dating advice. All three of them are single, and eager to get back on the saddle. I know these dudes well, but more about their strengths and weaknesses when it comes to running, not women. Instead of telling me what they’re looking for, they go right for what they believe to be their shortcomings. “I’m divorced with a kid!” “I’m a pushover!” and “I’m an asshole!”

Waiter, more tequila please.

  • To the pushover, Stop paying your ex girlfriend’s bills. She is using you for your money.
  • To the divorced, (I didn’t coin this phrase, but I like to reinforce it) You need to date someone who is also willing to date your kid.
  • To the asshole, women who don’t give a shit about themselves date assholes.

Some people stalk Facebook, I stalk race results.

I’m one second away from my 5K personal record…

Four more races left in 2014.

My day

  • Granite: what did you do in your internship today?
  • Me: I made the APRN a sandwich.


My thesis topic was approved! One step closer to my masters degree. But seriously, is it May it?

Retail therapy

I just bought four dresses just because they were on sale and fit me beautifully.

Now, I need a reason to wear them all! Good thing we have one more wedding this year and three, so far, next year.

Off to our last summer wedding of the year!

Off to our last summer wedding of the year!

Is it May yet?

My life recently got a little nutty. I was in a minor bike accident. Drivers, please be careful when opening your car door. The last thing you want to do is hit a cyclist in the face and then blame her for riding in the bike lane. I’m okay, thank goodness. But, it certainly freaked me out.

My final year of grad school started which means I am now a lunatic until May. Some friendly advice, if don’t have to work full time while in grad school full time, don’t do it.

In my itty bitty spare time, I’ve been running my brains out, which makes me less of a lunatic. I came really close to a 5K PR a couple weekends, so I’ve decided that upping my training is a brilliant idea.


Is there anything better than receiving great oral sex?

First day of my internship! I may look excited, but I’m really counting down the days until May.

First day of my internship! I may look excited, but I’m really counting down the days until May.

Final year!

Off to my first class of my last year of grad school.

How to be successful at work

I’ve grown a lot in the years I’ve worked for my company. Mostly, I’ve noticed I’m a lot more laid back than I used to be. I’ve attributed the following to my work success. 

  • Get your work done! Do it well and do it quietly. No one likes complainers. If your boss asks you to do something, you do it. If you cannot, explain, but don’t make that a habit. 
  • No gossiping. If you need to vent, vent to a small select number of people you trust and do it behind closed doors. Remember to use your indoor voice. 
  • Leave work at work. Nobody wants to hear about your work drama. 
  • Remember that everyone is replaceable, including you. 
  • When it comes time for a raise, have some bullet points ready to discuss your accomplishments. 
  • There are naysayers and Negative Nancy’s everywhere you go. Leave them be. Don’t get sucked into their misery. 
  • Don’t call out of work unless it’s an emergency. 
  • Use your vacation time. 

Nymphomaniac (the movie)

  • Just to preface the following interaction, my parents use my netflix...
  • Dad: Your mother and I watched porn the other night.
  • Me: That's enough. La la la la la.
  • Dad: Well, we saw that you watched Nymphomaniac and decided to give it a try.
  • Me: Oh, we didn't finish it.
  • Dad: That was borderline porn. Did you know Shia Labeouf's penis is in it?
  • Me: I didn't get that far.
  • Dad: There's a lot of cock in that movie. Your mother loved it.
  • Me: Ok, please stop.
  • ........ Two nights later
  • Granite: Your parents are watching Nymphomaniac Part II.
  • Me: Stop it!
When everyone complains of the traffic and starting their morning homicidal and I’m like, ride bikes, bitches! 

When everyone complains of the traffic and starting their morning homicidal and I’m like, ride bikes, bitches!