TGIW

Ello, mates!

Is anyone else’s wordpress reader not working? Mine isn’t showing any blogs. Boo. 

You know how some people cannot run unless there are headphones in their ear blasting Kesha or Rage Against the Machine?

I am not one of the people.

Due to my running funk, I decided to run hills with some music hoping that would motivate me to blast off.

Yeah, I got a headache.

Apparently, Pink and I don’t mix while running. No offense, Pink. I love ya, girl.

However, if I’m just chilling on the elliptical or pumping some iron, I need music. Otherwise, I get bored insanely fast. Just like in spin class. If the instructor is not up to par (cough, cough), the music better be good. If not, I’ll leave.

Currently, here’s my playlist:

I listen to a lot of comedy when I workout. I’m that weirdo who laughs out loud on the elliptical. It’s because I find The View hilarious. (Although I do love The View.)

That’s just a sample. Hopefully that give you guys some new tunes.

So, let’s get this party started again with WIAW (or Tuesday. Whateva.)

Pre-breakfast:

Breakfast:

Egg white omelette, tuna, chocolate almond milk,  banana

I haven’t been that hungry for breakfast, to be honest. I’m not hungry because I get home from work at 9:30 and eat dinner as well as a whole cake. Well, not a whole cake, but it feels like it. My food baby is then produced. 

Insert 12 mile run and cool down on the elliptical.

I decided to run my favorite running path in the hopes that it would take me out of my funk. It worked a bit. I really enjoyed my run for once. I didn’t check my pace though. It could have been definitely really slow despite the fact that I thought I was running quicker than Kara Goucher. 

Also, the weather was perfect!

In the past two weeks, the weather in the morning has been in the 80′s. I’m not use to that. Today it was rather cloudy.

I saw this driving home after my run. I was really jealous. Damn you, Hood to Coast runners. I would have given a lung to run it.

Insert five-minute shower and ten minutes of getting dressed.

Lunch:

  Greek yogurt + peanut butter + cereal + Luna bar + apple + grapes + vanilla protein powder + dates

Insert appointment with Marine recruiter.

I went to the Marine’s office today to talk with my recruiter about jobs. I decided I am going to re-take my ASVAB test to receive a higher technical score because I am interested in air traffic control. I also really like food services, but I don’t know how much I will enjoy it. I think I will, but air traffic control seems rather awesome.

Also, they moved my shipment date to November 7th. I guess I am okay with that. I need to fit in more studying time and memorization of ranks. 

My time management is alright, but I just need to prioritize my time. Reading Hunger Games and watching It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia need to go on the back burner.

Snacks:

 Sugar free oatmeal raisin cookie
Three shot Americano  

Dinner:

 Tamale x2 + zucchinni + onion rings
Goat cheese + pepper pizza x2

Dessert:

Happy Wednesday, ya’ll!

“It’s very hard in the beginning to understand that the whole idea is not to beat the other runners.  Eventually you learn that the competition is against the little voice inside you that wants to quit.” - George Sheehan

I’m a Warrior

I don’t want you guys to think I am a wish-washy person. I am always very confident in my decisions.

You know how originally I was interested in the Marines? I didn’t say this on the blog, but I had an appointment with a Marine Recruiter today. I did not mention it because I do not want to be discouraged… or perhaps jinx myself some how or another. My folks were already leaning me towards the Air Force, but I myself, secretly, was leaning towards the Marines.

The Marines is tough. No joke.

I find that appealing.

First of all, I did request information from the Marines and they actually personally contacted me. I liked that. I talked with a Marine over the phone and he told me I sounded like a very intelligent young woman thus I scheduled an appointment, yet I was already thinking I would just do the Air Force. Just.

I walked into the Marine’s office. I talked with the Recruiter and I just felt comfortable unlike in the Air Force’s office. He asked me questions, I did a test, and I was qualified for the Marines. The recruiter liked my attitude and the fact that I desired a challenged. He seemed impressed, so my mom claims.

I also did this little word test where I placed the qualities of Marine in order of what I thought was the most important to least. One of them that I picked was ‘self discipline/independence’ and I placed that as my second most imperative quality that I liked/wanted. Turns out, that precise quality was one that most people who become a Marine or already are one, put as their top three qualities.

I felt a sense of purpose with joining the Marines. I felt like it was not all focused on education and ‘here are your benefits for good health insurance so you can join’ type of deal. It looks beyond challenge mentally and physically. I want that so badly. I don’t even care that the basic training camp is in South Carolina. I will deal with it because I want it.

When the Recruiter asked if I wanted to be a Marine, I said yes and I wanted to cry because I knew it was true. Unlike the Air Force, I do not feel that nervous. I feel more excited than any other emotion.

I don’t want to go into too much more detail, but I am very confident in my decision.

Now on to issues that you guys will find interesting like the fact that my sense of style is improving. I say that with a grain of salt.

 Me winkin’ at you sexy guys that read my amazing blog

Gum in my mouth. Classy.

I wore this to work and the guy that I like told me, “Are your lips always that color… or is it the shirt?”

Hmmmmm. Alright. Good thing my mom sent me to an all girl school because I don’t know how to talk to guys so I just laughed and was like, “I don’t know. Dah dah durrrrr. I bet it’s this shirt. Hur hur hahha.”

At least he didn’t say anything about my black socks showing.

I could dress worse though.

Speaking of Britney Spears shoes, check out my new hamburger shoes.

They look great with my latest honorable eats:

I think I am going to end this post now. I have a much more serious post set up for tomorrow so keeping this one a bit lighthearted is for the best.

I’ll end on this note however:
That’s right, girlfriend. I am doing the Warrior Dash. Holla at your girl.

(Except I won’t talk like that at the Warrior Dash race because I don’t need my ass to be kicked. )

You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every expirience in which you stop to look fear in the face. 

- Eleanor Roosevelt