It has been great, 2013…. XoXo

Happy New Year’s Eve!

This time last year, I was returning from my getaway with Mr. Speedy in Cancun. As I flip through the pictures from that trip and look outside at the 17 degree weather, I wonder why on EARTH we did not jet away somewhere warm.

Moving on from that, 2013 has been amazing… for many reasons but mostly because of Mr. Speedy. Here is a timeline that validates that 2013 + Mr. Speedy = an amazing year:

I made this with powerpoint.

I made this with powerpoint.

Less than three months till the I DO. We will be married in under two years of knowing each other. Wow.

Here are some more 2013 highlights that made my year:

  • Jazzercise is a BLAST: My future sister-in-law teaches it and although I have only done in NE when I see her, it is super fun. Even though I am highly uncoordinated and look like a stringy pancake flopping and kicking at all the wrong times possible…. I have fun.
Can you believe she has had THREE kids? I hope I look like that.

Can you believe she has had THREE kids? I hope I look like that.

  • Discovering that even if you dress like starfish on a date, you can get proposed too. Even if you wore your hair crimped for years. Even if you got stuck in buckets. Love will find you. Life is fantastic that way.
  • The possibility to start something new. I mean this in any facet in my life, but I have been doing a lot of soul searching and love that if you pretty much make a committment to start something, you have the ability to finish it. No matter how different and new it may seem. Right now I am trying to finish making my bed and I almost have it completed. Almost.
  • Coaching GOTR: LOVED this program! Even though I had hairy legs that were often noted, I loved coaching and plan to do it again.
  • A family in our future: I always knew I’d want to have children one day, but until Mr. Speedy proposed that idea never really solidified itself into my brain and heart. It has. I think about it often and am excited to have enough children to have our own cross country team. KIDDING.
  • Wedding – it is what you make it. Big lesson learned. Planning a wedding can be easy or hard – you pick. It is what you make it. It is not at all what I expected but then I didn’t know what to expect. I am enjoying it. And I am looking forward to the end result.
I am so weird. He is so handsome. Bridal shower in Nebraska.

I am so weird. He is so handsome. Bridal shower in Nebraska.

  • Sometimes I talk out the side of my mouth. No one has noticed this (not even me) until Mr. Speedy mentioned it and said it was one of my cutest features. He also has noticed my two large freckles underneath my eyes, that one of my ears is slightly lower than the other, and my tiny birthmark on my hip. The fact that he notices the unseen or not-noticable things on me… makes me feel so special. Like a speckled apple mixed in with a bunch of solids. Only noticeable to the close observarber. I love that he observes me in such a minature, simple way.
  • Laundry: This is a major chore that I seem to get behind on constantly. Let’s hope 2014 can bring me up to speed on figuring out the special way to keeping laundry under control.
  • Bloggin’ Friends: I’ve gotten a lot closer to some of my bloggers on here… thank you. You are all such wonderful friends with such full personalities. I can’t wait to meet Brittany and Megan at the wedding and then hopefully meet up in the fall, along with Britta.
  • Aunt: I get to be an Aunt now because Mr. Speedy has nieces and a nephew. This makes me jump over the moon and back. These three children make me smile so much and although our time together is short (they are in NE), I love every minute!
Me and tiny Lillyan talking to Santa.

Me and tiny Lillyan talking to Santa.

  • Running: I PR in my 10 mile. Close to my half marathon, but not quite. Let’s hope to PR in the half and re-qualify with a better marathon time for Boston. These are the goals. I am thankful that I still have strong legs and a solid set of lungs to run. I love running. Running fuels me. Deep in my bone marrow, a feeling of being alive and happy and healthy, seeps and stinks in.
  • Alexander McCall Smith: Um….. yeah. That was a pretty flippin amazing moment – meeting this amazing Scottish author. So charming. So intelligent. So respectable and inviting. I want to invite him over for dinner and ask him all about his life.


So…. what about you? Highlights of 2013??? Excited about 2014??

Have a happy and safe holiday! XoXo



Winner of Pretty Gift Giveaway & Sunday News

Big news of the day:


I just signed up for the Bayshore Marathon, in an attempt to re-qualify for Boston. This means I will start training towards the end of January while simultaneously planning our wedding that will take place in March. (WHAT A PERFECT WAY TO STAY LEAN FOR THE BIG DAY 😮 !) This also means the honeymoon will involve a lot of running, since it is during crucial training time. This also means I will have to manage my time carefully because I am planning on coaching GOTR in the Spring. This also means I will be a wife. This also means my life will be completely different as it is now.

Basically, please pray for my sanity and legs. I  am a little tired just thinking about it but very excited.


Now for the giveaway winner….

I just love the tree in the background. And yes, I planned that.

I just love the tree in the background. And yes, I planned that.

SO MANY LOVELY COMMENTS ABOUT CHRISTMAS. Loved them all. I love how so many people enjoy the time together with family and friends, and giving gifts, and the wintery-weather. I used a random number generator and the winner is:

randomnumberforgiftandreaaDo you like that chick? I got super creative with Word. ANYWAYS — HUGE CONGRATS TO ANDREA! She lives in AZ where it is sunny and beautiful and I would like to be transported there immediately. Andrea- enjoy the treats and thanks for reading!

On a completely unrelated note, I started a bookclub with some girls and one of the girls found these cute Kate Spade book totes –



They are from The Strand (here) and completely affordable and adorable. This bag literally is the best Christmas gift to myself and makes me slightly more excited to read. I can’t wait for our first meeting January. I am hosting and am planning a menu of lots of wine, conversation, and hummus. SO PUMPED.

Need a gift for a book lover? Buy them a tote!




Boston Marathon Rejection

I’m not going to beat around the bush on this one- I did not get into the Boston Marathon for 2014.

Although I kind of figured I wouldn’t because I only qualified by 1 (ONE) tiny minute, I am an imaginative-postivie-optimistic creature and I’d by lying if I did not say I already pictured myself making myself to the race with Mr. Speedy, AS HUSBAND AND WIFE, and celebrating post-race with marriage makeouts.

But this is the email that I got-

Kind of too nice looking. They could have just put 'NO SORRY. YOU BE NOT IN GUUURL.'

Kind of too nice looking. They could have just put ‘NO SORRY. YOU BE NOT IN GUUURL.’

So 38 seconds is what stopped me. 38 seconds. Hmphf.

When I got this email, I was at work. My running gf who lives in Hawaii (YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, HER AND HER RUNNING BF MOVED TO HAWAII — COOLEST COUPLE EVER), already texted me that we should shoot for 2015, so I pretty much already knew I was a no.

But it still hurt to get the rejection.

I read it. I was quiet. Sitting near me are two co-workers, a girl with fiery-red hair (I’ll call her Red) and a guy whom I shall call Boxer because he boxes. This is what happened:

Boxer: What’s the matter with you? You look…. so… serious….
Red: Yeah. You are acting weird.
Me: ::quietly:: I didn’t get into Boston. ::starts to cry::
Boxer: Oh god, why is she crying? What do we do? I’m going to go…. to the bathroom.
Red: You are SUCH a guy. Don’t leave, that’s the worst thing you can do.
Me: Serrr-iouu-sllly I ammm OOOKKKK ::sobs::
Boxer: (starts singing in a horrible tune) If you are happy and you know, clap your hands! If you are happy and you know it-

I recovered in, like, 3 minutes. Partially because Boxer’s voice was starting to hurt my eardrums and partially because it is a very silly thing to cry over. I was fine. But then at my snack-feeding time I pulled out my yogurt, and reading the flavor, started to cry again:



As soon as I put a full spoon of that creamy chocolate goodness into my mouth, I started to cry. My co-workers noticed my tears.

Boxer: Shoot. I thought we were done with this. What’s the matter now?
Me: Myyyyy yogggurttt (crying)… tisss Boston Cream Pie Flavoreddd ahhhh Bostonnnnn.
Red: That is, actually, really funny. I’m not making fun of you but this is funny.
Me: ahhhhahahha I can’tttt it’s sooooo gooooooood. ::soooobbbsss::
Boxer: Shoot. Shoot. Shoooooot.

And then I received a text message from Mr. Speedy that said to NOT cry, because it is inappropriate to cry at work.

You know the scene from A League of Their Own and there is no crying in baseball?
You know how when someone tells you not to cry, all you do is cry?
Here, watch this clip if you don’t know what I am talking about:

Ladies, you know what I am talking about…. I know Mr. Speedy was trying to be kind and knock sense into me but let’s be honest- I am very emotional and when I feel like crying, there is no stopping it.

After work, I rushed home and put my running shoes on. I needed a solid 10 miles to work the feeling of rejection and disappointment out of my body. So that is what I did. I ran with no watch, and just enjoyed the run and didn’t really think much about anything. Running clears your head like that.

About 2 miles from home, I saw the love of my life running towards me. He ran to meet me and falling next together, we ran home side-by-side. When I got into the kitchen, I noticed something on the table. A wrapped, unexpected present:

What is dis????

What is dis????

“Oh, I really don’t deserve a present right now,” I protested.
“Yes, yes you do,” Mr. Speedy smiled. “Open it up.”

I hesitated and noticed he had moved our new crystal candelabra (a bridal shower gift from my parents) next to it…. hinting at what might be inside. Another candle holder, perhaps? Then I read the little note tied to the top of the package, getting teary out of love:

Seriously. How sweet.

Seriously. How sweet.

He calls me peanut. And now you know his real name.

I opened up the box and found a perfect accessory for our beautiful candelabras:

Long Candel Sticks!

Long Candle Sticks!

We put some in right away, lit them, and watched the room dance in their light:

Romance at our house. Tonight. Every night. Any time.

Romance at our house. Tonight. Every night. Any time.

“Let’s go out to dinner tonight,” Mr. speedy suggested. “You and me. Let’s celebrate.”
“Don’t you want to eat in? With our new source of light??” I asked.
“Another time,” he said, sliding his arms around my waist, kissing me. “I want to take you out.”

A girl cannot argue with that. So we went out.

And then somewhere between the glass of white sangria and scrupulous mussels in a basil cream sauce, and smelling Mr. Speedy’s freshly showered skin next to mine,  I forgot all about Boston and figured a race is a race and it will be there in 2015, 2016, 2017, etc.

But this evening, with this man, with these mussels, and this wine and these smells? It was happening right now, at that moment and only that night.

Life is full of disappointments. But don’t dwell or sweat it. Cry a little but then live in the present. And surround yourself with love. And wine.



Help: I’m in a Marathon Pickle

I am trapped in a pickle- a marathon pickle to be exact.

And I need your help because I really do not know what to do.
Please read… or just ignore my words and wish me luck.


I have only ran 1 marathon in my life and that was last fall in Detroit.  I huffed and puffed my way to the finish line and qualified for Boston by 1 WHOLE WHOPPING MINUTE, at a 3:34:00:

My first marathon... this was at the half way point and I had a very mean face and was on fire.

My first marathon… this was at the half way point and I had a very mean face and was on fire.

Fast forward to present day:

Since I only qualified for Bosty 2014 by 1 minute, that means I am in the last wave to register when it opens up online. The waves go by 5 minute intervals from the qualifying time, so for my group (need 3:35:00 or faster) it includes everyone from 3:30:00 to 3:34:59.

This makes me nervous. I have a sinking gut feeling that it is going to fill up before I get to sign up online, suggesting that I should try to run ANOTHER, better, marathon time before the cutoff- September 15, 2013.

That is roughly 10 weeks away.

August marathons, in this area, are HOT. So no.

Labor day weekend, Mr. Speedy and I have a wedding. The weekend that the time is due- Sept. 15th- we are planning to go to Nebraska.

This only leaves September 8th weekend open and I found a marathon in Canton, Ohio (about 4 hours away) that I could run.

So my pickle is-

Do I start a 9 week training program now and run the marathon and hope to shave off at least 5 minutes?

Or do I sit tight with my current qualifying time and hope to the Running Gods I get into the race?

I am currently running about 50 miles a week, and could race out a half-marathon no problem. This is good.

However, I have not done a run longer than 14 miles for…. quite some time. Not so good.

If I start training now, I am miserably prepared to give up the following:

photo 2

Goodbye my love. I’m whining about the wine.

This is just an image of me slightly tipsy from day drinking. NO DAY DRINKING ALLOWED.

This is just an image of me slightly tipsy from day drinking. NO DAY DRINKING ALLOWED.

Sweet tower of sweets... You are sweet. But I can't have you on my hips or thighs.

Sweet tower of sweets… You are sweet. But I can’t have you on my hips or thighs.

May I join you? Oh wait I can't... because I have to run forever.

May I join you? Oh wait I can’t… because I have to run forever.

That last image could be interpreted that I am giving up Mr. Speedy OR giving up being in bed with Mr. Speedy (UM THAT BED OF SWEET SWEATY PASSIONATE LOVE… never mind… sorry), but I am simply giving up SLEEPING IN LATE with Mr. Speedy.

Which apparently I already have done since I was able to snap this picture while he was still asleep.

Anyways, marathon training is no joke.

If I seriously want to get my time down, I am going to have to buckle down to the sandstone for the next 9 weeks.

Mr. Speedy votes a big fat YES to this Ohio marathon.
Pirate votes a big fat WHY THE HECK DO YOU RUN SO MUCH to this marathon.

Pickle pickle, I am stuck in a pickle.

What do you think??? Ahhhhhhhhh!


P.S. I have decided that running in the humidity makes you by far the most unattractive thing on the planet. That is all.



A Prayer For Every Day

I’m giving you someone else’s poem in lieu of my homemade poetry.

If you followed my old blog, you will know that I am not the world’s best poet.

And since everyone is still a bit shocked and hurt by the Boston attack, I’d hate for you to suffer more with my horriable sounding poems and imbalanced lines.

If you read this poem with some wine, it will probably make you feel happier and somewhat inspired:


Make me too brave to lie or be unkind.
Make me too understanding, too, to mind
The little hurts companions give, and friends,
The careless hurts that no one quite intends.
Make me too thoughtful to hurt others so.
Help me to know
The inmost hearts of those for whom I care,
Their secret wishes, all of the loads they bear,
That I may add my courage to their own.
May I make lonely folks feel less alone,
And happy ones a little happier yet.
May I forget
What ought to be forgotten; and recall
Unfailing, all
That ought to be recalled, each kindly thing,
Forgetting what might sting.
To all upon my way,
Day after day,
Let me be joy, be hope! Let my life sing!

-Mary Carolyn Davies

Keep on running….! All you marathoners are my personal heros… God Bless xoxo



PS I should probably stop drinking wine if I ever want to run a marathon again… Or run… Or…. nevermind.