The 5k.

Friends, family, loved ones. I’ve officially lost my mind.

I’m actually trading these….ChristianLouboutin-Anemone-BlackBow                       

….for these.


 For those of y’all that know me, you know that I pretty much only run when chased. Running is so not my thing. However, despite these known facts, on November 21, 2009 the Tar Heel and I will be headed to Chapel Hill for the Eve Carson Memorial 5K where we are actually planning to participate in the race. The whole crazy shenanigan of an idea got started because I am pretty involved in the NC Triangle Alumnae club, and the Eve Carson 5K is co-sponsored by the NC Alpha Chapter of Pi Beta Phi.  What began as a simple way to support my sisters and remember a wonderful person turned into a crazy, insane, “I think I can do this” challenge to myself.  Don’t get me wrong, the past few weeks that I have been training (or trying to  train, anyway) I have really learned a lot about myself and how great it feels to push my athletic limits.  However, after about the 2 mile mark, I’m without fail hating myself and thinking “I am positively crazy for doing this to myself.”  That always lasts for a few seconds, and then I get to the “but HEY, since you’re this far already…..” and keep on goin’.  At first, the Tar Heel’s involvement was more or less my attempt at getting motivated to really try and do well in this race.  Now, the idea of not dying before crossing the finish line is my main motivating factor. Afterwards is fair game, though. So I’m glad he’s going to be there to revive me should I collapse, or something.

Honestly, I love that the Tar Heel is willing to do something so crazy with me. I’m not gonna lie, our competitive natures have a little something to do with making  this crazy idea–dare I say it?–fun.

If anyone  is interested, you can learn more about the race and even register online, here: Eve Carson Memorial 5K. So far there are 427 runners signed up, and around 600 ran last year. I’m hoping even more will turn out for this year!

This is my challenge to YOU: please pray for me! No, literally, pray for me! I’m asking specifically for prayers of remaining injury-free and for continued motivation for the race. Thanks in advance. :) 

I promise to write an update after the race with standings (maybe) and pictures (definitely).

The stars.



This weekend was a strong contender for busiest and best of all time. In the past three short days I:

  1. tasted wine at A Southern Season
  2. had amazing sushi at Spice Street
  3. split a pitcher of Sky Blue Golden Ale at the Carolina Brewery
  4. received a dozen roses (see above).
  5. played disc golf  with Riley (and won of course)
  6. had amazing sushi at Sumo
  7. worshipped my wonderful Maker at Whitley Church.
  8. had specially designed Baby Shower Invitations made for Bobo and SIL!
  9. had some pretty amazing LifeChat.
  10. looked at the stars.

…all with the Tar Heel.

ps. More to come about the invitations. I am so excited to reveal their awesomeness once they have been mailed!

The Predicament




Rileybear is currently living at his “country home” with my parents.  He is not a lover of the big city  like his mom and much prefers being able to run and play outside and terrorize my parent’s cat, Baby. This leads to lots of long distance anxiety and guilt on my part.  On Tuesday, my dad was out of town and my mom was helping at the local voting polls where she was scheduled to stay from 5:30 am – 9:30 pm with no option of leaving. (Seriously?)  This left my poor puppy to go potty-less for approximately 16 hours. Being over an hour away and working full time meant my hands were tied, and my usual puppy helpers, Bobo and SIL, were both busy as well.  I was at a loss at this point. Fortunately for me (and Rileybear),the Tar Heel came through and saved the day. The Tar Heel is my NP. (new possibility) If anyone is a follower of Mormon in Manhatten then you’ll get that.  He also happens to live in the same town as my parents. Being a NP, I was unsure if I should ask such a big favor right away. However, I quickly learned that the Tar Heel was more than willing and did not hesitate at the opportunity to help me. Not only did the Tar Heel take Riley out for a potty break, but he stuck around and spent “mantime” with him! How sweet was that? As if I wasn’t already smitten, the Tar Heel even sent me the cutest picture of him and Riley hanging out. Love it people, love it.

The Tar Heel is so legit.