Monthly Archives: May 2012

Seattle Blogger Meet-Up Info

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Today, I had the great opportunity to meet up with fellow Seattle area runners/bloggers for a lunch get-together in West Seattle! It was great to meet everyone, and I can’t wait until it can happen again. Although a lot of us already have each other’s blog information…here’s everyone’s names and respective blogs. Follow and Tweet away! Also, a BIG thanks to Run Pretty Far for sending some shweet shwag as well! Colorful arm sleeves and headbands galore!

Great to meet all you ladies, happy running, and I’m excited to see you all again!

Erika- www.thisspartanwill.com

Julie- www.tri-ingtobeathletic.com

Stacie- www.skippinginseattle.wordpress.com

Rebecca- www.lulurunnerlove.wordpress.com

Allison- no blog…yet 🙂 Twitter handle: allison.raines

Zoe- www.runzoerun.com

Nicole- www.ricoleruns.com

Robyn- www.runbirdierun.com

www.pensivepumpkin.blogspot.com…I did know if you wanted your name posted 🙂

Emily- findingblissforme.wordpress.com

Thankfulness and Marathon Goals!

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Good afternoon!

I hope you all have had pleasant weeks and are ready for the weekend. This week has seen a lot of ups and downs for me—mostly ups, but there were some dark spots in there, and I’m happy to say I think I’ve managed to scuttle away from them. (But don’t let the Taper Beast hear that, one whiff of calmness and he barges back in full force.) So I’m still treading lightly, paying attention to my actions and reactions, but I’m hoping I’ve exited the Crazy Land of Taper-dom and can continue merrily on my way through Nerve City and Psyched Up Forest. Both of these places, though still filled with a good deal of angst and stomach butterflies, are much more do-able than Crazy Land.

I am nervous, there is no doubt about it. I have to very deliberately and consciously get myself to focus on anything other than race day. My thoughts are consumed by race strategy, fueling, avoiding chafing, and making it through without my knee exploding. My knee is much better than when bursitis struck before, and I am confident that I can race on it, however 26.2 miles is a long way for healthy body parts, so needless to say, I’m wary for my persnickety bursa sack. Lots of stretching, icing, and Aleve-ing before then.

In other news, I SUCK at dress rehearsal runs. Apparently all my pacing abilities (limited to begin with) go completely AWOL when I’m tapering, and the whole “GO SLOW” mantra that everyone preaches so vehemently actually registers as “Go ahead and run 30 seconds faster than your GMP.” Yesterday’s 4 mile run would have looked superb in an official race, let’s just say.

Whoops. Maybe I should get a Garmin after all.

For those of you who don’t know, a dress rehearsal run is exactly like a stage dress rehearsal…you gear up in everything you’ll wear on race day to ensure nothing rubs wrong or fits weird, but mainly I think its psychological benefits are the greatest. This run got me pumped big time, and it felt good to be running in my race day attire. Also, it just felt good to be running.

BUT. The good news about this way-too-fast-taper-fail run was that it showed just how many energy reserves I’m garnering. This whole “resting” thing is actually, physiologically benefiting big time, and despite my better efforts to just rid myself of all this lovely rest yesterday, I’m hoping that this is a good sign for how I’ll feel on race day.

The weather report looks superb for Sunday so far, and now commences the time to start carb-filling and hydrating like a serious person.

Moving on, today is Friday, meaning that Friday Favorites is typically the name of the game. As I’ve done a few times, I’m going to switch Friday Favorites to recollecting some of the things I’m thankful for. This week has been filled with a lot of excitement and charged energy, and although some of it can get overwhelming, ultimately I am unbelievably grateful for it all. Many thanks to Ali for reminding us all weekly to give thanks.

And now…GRATITUDE!

I am thankful for boxes of cookies.

Time between opening package and stuffing face with cookie: .7 seconds.

Last week, my beloved friend Katie—who moved to Missoula last year and I miss TERRIBLY—sent me this glorious package of her chocolate cookies for my birthday. Now, unless you have tried these cookies, you cannot fully begin to appreciate a)how big of a deal it was to receive them and b)how kind it really was for her to send them.

These cookies ARE THE BEST. Katie has some crazy secret recipe that she has worked and reworked and the result are the most chewy, buttery, chocolatey, and I-don’t-care-how-bad-these-are-for-me cookies EVER. I lose all sense of fullness, health, and really general sense of reality when these cookies are around, and they have made up the majority of my diet since they arrived. KT, you are the best.

I am thankful for huge great danes.

WARNING: Creepy female dog photographer, stalking puppies all over West Seattle.

I am kind of afraid of great danes, but I kind of love them too. They are as large as a small pony, and it seems like they have been everywhere recently. BF, who is a big dog fanatic, is obsessed (and may have recently bought a book called Giant George which is about a 245 pound great dane who needs his own size queen bed), and recently I’ve jumped on the bandwagon. I’m not sure about owning one, but I really enjoy seeing great danes taking their owners on walks all over the place.

I am thankful for the ability to go and visit my family.

I really, really love whenever I get to go see my family. We laugh a lot, we play games, we eat, we watch Jeopardy, and we love each other. It’s a great treat to be able to go home, and I’m very thankful that I have the means and the time to be able to jet off to Colorado every so often. My next trip will be for baby boy’s graduation (sorry Scott, you will never shed that nickname), and I can’t wait. If anyone was every ready for college, it’s my brother, and not only can I not wait for him to experience college, but he’ll be going to Seattle U…a mere 10 minutes from me!! Get ready Scott, you probably won’t make any real friends.

“Sorry guys, my sister is taking me somewhere again and I can’t go to the party.”

That’s totally how it’s gonna happen.

I am thankful for people who will touch feet.

I know you are SO GLAD you have now seen my feet. Can you guess which toenail is actually completely black?

That sounded weird. And truth be told, I actually don’t have the foot paranoia that so many claim to have. But, that doesn’t mean I would ever give a stranger—or even someone I know—a pedicure. And I especially would never give myself a pedicure. I’m scared of my own feet, and I go to all the lengths I can to avoid people looking at my feet. Not only do I naturally have Fred Flintstone-width feet and awkwardly shaped pinkie toes, but the damage done to my toenails from running is somewhat horrifying. As I’ve said before, two of my toenails are close to falling off, and just about every other toe has either a blister or a callous. It’s sexy.

Moving on. I never get pedicures, literally ever, except for right before big races. For some reason back when I ran my first half, I decided to randomly get a pedicure during the week before. Since then, I’ve gotten my toes done before every big race—and it’s a tradition I am mighty pleased with. This marathon taper time was no different, and I got to spend an hour getting clipped, rubbed, painted, and all that fun girlie toe stuff. The woman, despite not saying ONE word to me the entire time, did a fantastic job, and she handled my mangled foots without a blink. Oh, and she had to use TWO extra coats on my black toenails. Literally doubled the amount of color on each. But a job well done, and I am thankful for her.

Wow that was a lot of talk about feet.

I am thankful for Nuun, Aleve, my foam roller, and Yoga On Demand.

All of these things are helping to soothe, both mentally and physically, my angst about the race on Sunday. Sure, I know I’ve done the training and I know there really isn’t anything more I can do to get ready. But the fact that I can count on each of these things to help me feel better prepared, rested, hydrated, etc. is keeping my nerves at bay.


I am thankful for the weather report for race day.

cmoooonnnnnnn Sunday!

I realize I just 100% jinxed the crap out of the happy-sunny forecast, but let’s hope for the best still. As you could probably guess, the weather in Seattle is not exactly dependable…and so everyone, not just runners, treat the forecast like a toddler. They watch it like a hawk, they talk about it with anyone and everyone, and they can be equally irritated and giddy over it within an hour time frame. So, needless to say, I’ve been in full-fledged weather-stalking mode, and as of right now it’s looking pretty ideal. I actually have yet to run a long race in sunny weather (isn’t that nuts?) so I’m hoping for a first this time around.

I am thankful for free cake.

complimentary white chocolate mousse cake + candle=happy birthday girl!

I am thankful that no matter what happens on Sunday, there will be a Lakers vs. Nuggets game and pizza afterwards.

I’m sorry….no matter what you think about the Lakers or basketball, this is adorable.

I might completely blow up on Sunday, or I might exceed all my expectations. I really don’t know, a lot can happen over 26.2 miles, and sometimes no matter how much prep work you put in, things don’t pan out right. I’m prepared for this (and in case I do blow up and cry for weeks afterward, remind me that I said this ahead of time). However, I am thankful for pre-planning. Specifically food pre-planning—and one thing is for sure that PR or no PR, there will be ample pizza and beer consumption on Sunday night, as well as a viewing of the Lakers winning Game 4 of the playoffs versus the Nuggets, after which I laugh in BF’s face a friendly basketball game between two teams that BF and I happen to heavily separately favor.

I am thankful that I have the opportunity to run a marathon.

I talk a lot about time goals and PR goals and BQing a lot, but when all is said and done—more than anything all I want to do is run. I am so grateful to have the ability to run, and to run 26.2 miles, no matter how fast or slow it might be. After experiencing an injury scare earlier in this training season and reading all about so many bloggers out there that are currently sidelined by injury, my perspective has become a lot more appreciative and humbled.

If you would have told me 2 years ago that I would be running my second marathon on Sunday, I would never have believed you. We all know how that story actually ends, and in two days all the hours and weeks of preparation will come to a 3:xx:xx hour finale. There are some very definite times that I have associated with “I would love to get (this),” “I would be alright getting (this),” and “I guess I’ll be able to live with (this).” However, when all is said and done, Sunday is just another day I get to run…and that, despite any PR or not, is something I am very thankful for.

 

And finally, I am thankful for my readers, my family, and my friends who have and continue to support me through the whole training process:

You all inspire me every day, and you all have provided me with so much strength, encouragement, and guidance in both running and life. The people I surround myself with, including those in the blog world, are so much of the reason I am able to continue running, writing, and believing in myself, and I could not be more thankful for everyone of you.

 

Alright, now that I’ve gotten sappy, let’s end on a bit more of a practical note, shall we?

I have been incredibly allusive and non-disclosing about my time goals for this race. And why? Well, I get scared to say them out loud—because if they don’t happen, well that makes it all the more disappointing knowing that other people know I didn’t live up to my expectations. But, I realized that it’s not fair to share every ounce of my training and race information with you without giving you the dirty time details.

So, if you care to know…here’s my plan for Sunday. There are two pacers I have my eye on. 3:40 and 3:35. If all goes well, I am going to stick near the 3:40 pacer for the first half. If I’m up for it and feeling alright, I’m planning on chasing down the 3:35 pacer after mile 13. We’ll see what happens…perhaps something entirely different…but for now that is my race plan.

I promise I’ll stop typing now…and if you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading, and have yourself a glorious weekend, and I’ll see you on the other side of 26.2 miles!!

Tacoma, BRING IT.


 

 

Beware: Taper-Tantrum Diva Ahead

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You guys, I really thought I had everything under control…really, I did.

Although I’m not usually a big fan of taper-time (especially the final week), I was feeling pretty good about it. I was happy with my training, I felt ready, and I knew that all that stood between me and a 3:xx:xx finish time (not that’s not cryptic AT ALL) was a week of resting, hydrating, and eating. I had an easy walk/run 5k Girls on the Run practice on Monday, a not-too-fast, not-too-slow 6 miles on Tuesday, and I was feeling calm and collected.

Enter: the terrifying taper gremlins.

Yesterday was not a pretty sight people, and despite my better efforts—the Taper Beast crept up behind me, and pulled the proverbial rug from under my feet—dragging all my rhyme and reason along with it.

I don’t have much reason to begin with, so you can imagine what happens when all sense of logic and rationality is dispelled in one foul swoop.

And just like that, I entered a dark, deep, supremely uncomfortable state of undying restlessness. Every little thing was bothering me, and every single person in my line of sight would have readily run as far as they could in the opposite direction had they been able to hear the unwarranted and over-the-top hate thoughts going in my head. And then I would have been jealous of the fact that they were running and I was not, and then they would be in some real danger.

Essentially, I was/am feeling very overwhelmed…not necessarily by the race (at least not consciously…I’m sure my subconscious is a shit-storm of hallucinations right now), but more so by the things crowding around me. Yesterday I had an incredibly claustrophobic feeling of everything closing in on me, and all I wanted to do was to throw away every piece of technology I own, give away all my money to some war-torn country, and run away to a place void of human contact. I wanted to be completely free of accountability, free of material possessions, and free of the giant knot of thoughts that was pounding against the walls of my brain.

Sound crazy? You bet. Sound like a taper effect? Oh yes. I’m glad that this time I was at least able to recognize that these out-of-the-ordinary, nomad-like thoughts were more than likely the result of nerves, anticipation, and a general overflow of energy. However, the fact that this was a taper-tantrum and not  a stream-of-consciousness epiphany in which I decide to sell all my possessions to children in need did not help me feel any less constrained.

I felt completely out of my skin, as if everything and everyone was closing in around me until I would disappear into the abyss. Unfortunately, the only thing that sounded freeing was running—without a watch, without an iPod, and without an agenda. However, I still had a few morsels of reason left over, despite the Taper Beast’s best efforts, and I knew running wasn’t a good option in the long run. (Pun intended, and by long run I actually mean “in the 3 days you have until running 26.2 miles with a very pointed goal in mind”). So, I did the next best thing.

I went swimming, where silence is unavoidable, but all forms of intrusive technology and people are completely avoidable. Little by little, stroke by stroke, my brain began to crack just enough to leak the poison that had overtaken my better self. Sure, I still had the desire to “accidentally” breast-stroke kick the guy next to me who’s version of sharing a lane means that I got the far left 6 inches while he got the middle, but I refrained.

And by the end, I felt better. Sure, the Beast was still there, but instead of allowing it to drag me all over the place without my consent or compliance, it was more as if I was carrying it piggy-back style. It had transformed from my ruler to my infant—I still had to haul it around with me and tend to its every need, but I was the one that was in control.

After leaving the pool, very gingerly and carefully—wary of the swarms of bad feelings coming back—I readily put on some encouraging, soothing, inspiring music and plotted my marathon playlist. That, with the addition of huge fistfuls of trail mix, calmed the diva yesterday, and so far this morning she has stayed calm. She is fed, she is currently being caffeinated, she is wearing a fuzzy jacket, and today she gets to be taken out for a dress rehearsal run, clad in marathon apparel. Sure, she might have spent a good hour last night Googling every last taper plan available via the internet, in some desperate attempt to tweak her already prescribed and effective schedule, but you know…baby steps.

The good news is once I can control the diva/Beast that gets to hang around these next few days, I manage to think about all the things I would prefer to occupy my mind space—like going to the running store for Body Glide and Energy Gels, updating my iTunes with 8:10 minute mile jams, and planning every last carbohydrate I’ll consume until Saturday night.

Ultimately, I know all these things will get done—and I know that despite all the stress and anxiety, it’s all in the name of kicking the crap out of the race on Sunday. Because if there’s one thing I know will tame my Beast—it’s letting her compete. She’s a ruthless little diva, and there’s nothing she loves more than chasing down strangers and leaving them in her dust.

So, lucky for everyone out there right now, the tantrums are at bay. I’m focusing on doing one task at a time, very carefully, and trying not the check the course map and weather report more than 5 times every half hour.

Also, reading NYT Bestseller Certified Porn Fifty Shades of Grey and listening to “The World’s Greatest” by R. Kelly are both excellent distraction mechanisms.

Yes yes, I know R.Kelly isn’t exactly a dinner-appropriate conversation piece anymore. But that song was one of the Summer Olympics songs many years ago, and I’ll be damned if I can’t listen to it and pretend like I’m prepping to represent the U.S. in front of the whole world to see. A small marathon in Tacoma, WA is essentially the same thing all you haters—DON’T DISAGREE WITH THE DIVA.

I am sure that my eager competitive self will overpower the crazy within a day or so, and I can promise that come race time I will care only about the 26.2 miles of running ahead of me. Writing this has actually helped quite a bit, and presuming there are still a few of you left reading that haven’t run for their lives away from the cyber space occupied by a Crazy Lady, I appreciate your attention to my freaking out. Knowing that there are people out there who get it helps tremendously, and any thoughts you have regarding easing taper anxiety and crazy anti-materialism and anti-society thoughts would be more than welcomed.

So tell me: What is the craziest taper-experience/freak out you’ve had? How did you tame the Beast? Do you think it’s even possible to try and have a “happy taper?” And perhaps most importantly, what do you feed your diva?

24 Facts for 24 Years

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Welcome to May! I adore this month, and I adore this day, and not just because it’s my birthday—which it happens to be 🙂

May means celebrations, the perfect combination of spring and summer, and a general joie de vie in the air. I feel fortunate to have May Day as my birthday,  and I am confident that this transition from 23 to 24 is going to be a good one.

Birthday festivities from Saturday night

24 feels like a really high number, and I keep thinking I’m turning 23 instead. I’m not too afraid of “getting older” as so many people are, however this age makes me realize how long ago certain things (high school, college, my 21st birthday) actually were. I really feel like I was just turning 21…and admittedly I still get a little anxious when someone checks my ID. Weird, because I never even had a fake ID. My mother did, but I didn’t. Busted Ma.

Anyways, in honor of my 24th year of life, I’ve decided to share with you 24 random things about me—most of which I don’t think most people know. Some will be very understandable, some may make you cock your head to the side, questioning why you’re spending time reading the blog of a mega weirdo, but either way….enjoy:

1) I am absolutely petrified of sharks and any deep water that could contain a shark. I think sharks are just about the most horrifying things on earth, and even in the deep end of swimming pools I get nervous about being dragged under by a huge great white. I’m not kidding, and I personally believe that the world we be a much more pleasant place without these dinosaur-era creatures lurking in our oceans.

2) I danced in college. Not all that well, mind you. However, for three out of four years of school I participated in our school’s Repertory Dance Group doing lyrical, musical theater, modern, and hip hop. I loved it, and a big part of me wishes I had danced longer in life.

A High School Musical dance montage. I was Gabriella, which obviously involves being spun high in the air to "Breaking Free."

3) I always prefer blueberry-flavored things. Bagels (you may know this), muffins, scones, Luna Bars…if it’s blueberry, I’m on board. I don’t know where this comes from, but I’ve been this way since I was a baby bird.

4) My porn-star name is Victoria Spencer, and I’m proud of it. For those of you that don’t know, you figure out your porn-star name by taking the first street you lived on and adding it to the first pet you had. It’s a silly game, but it yields some humorous results in a group of people.

5) I am very uncomfortable running an odd-number amount of miles. This is a weird quirk, however I really really have a strong aversion to not having a round, even number of miles completed after a run. With the exception of 13.1, I really dislike odd distances, and I will almost always round up or down mileage if it means avoiding an odd number. Ironic…because I realize just how odd this is.

6) I used to play softball, volleyball, basketball, and run track. I may have mentioned this before, but the majority of my younger years, up until I went to college and traded athletics for beer pong, were spent either on the practice field or game field. I was a huge tomboy for a good number of years, and competing was my favorite thing to do. I eventually grew out of crying when I lost a game, however to this very day I absolutely love sports and will jump on any park-and-rec, intramural, or pick-up-game that you throw at me.

Can you find me? Hint: pigtails and "short person" group placement spot.

7) I’ve never had a cavity. I consider this luck, to be honest…and the fact that I am missing normal molars and my teeth are a bit spacey. Still, my dentists are always impressed.

8) I have crooked pinkies. Some call it hereditary, I believe it’s a birth defect, but either way I have two very, very crooked pinkies, and they frighten people when I show them for the first time. BF thinks it’s really funny to look at them when we’re holding hands and shudder/shake his hand away in disgust. It’s hilarious, really, and NO you don’t get a photo…yet. Maybe someday.

9) 9 is my favorite number in the whole world. I have mentioned this before, and I’m not particularly sure how it first started (aside perhaps from when Mia Hamm wore this number for the US women’s team). I think good things started happening in relation to the number 9, and I professed my undying love for it. Also, if you remember from Sesame Street when they had a “number of the day,” 9 was always so elegant and pretty…unlike stupid 7. Sorry 7, you’re alright…but 9 is where it is at.

10) I will always put my favorite song on a mix CD as the number 9 track. See above for reasoning. If you ever get a CD from me, you can be sure that whatever song I’ve selected in the 9 slot is a bonafied RBB fave.

11) I have a weight-lifting record at my high school. Okay, so it’s shared with 4 other people, but to this day my name is still on the record board for my weight-class in incline bench press. I used to be embarrassed about this, but the fact that it’s still there is seriously hysterical to me—and I’m proud. Apparently there aren’t any burly 115 pound teenage girls walking around my high school anymore.

12) I absolutely hate Swiss cheese. There are very, very few foods that I dislike. It is safe to say that no matter where I go, no matter what there is, I will be able to find something I like. But not Swiss cheese. Unless it’s in fondue form, in which I’ll tolerate it, I wince at anything that is even close to touching Swiss cheese.

13) I have broken 3 bones, all on 3rd base. No, not that third base you dirty minded people. But wouldn’t that be funny, too? Anyways, I have broken my nose and both the bones in my arm while in close proximity to the 3rd base plate in softball. My arm was broken while sliding into 3rd; the chick playing third decided to push me over mid-slide, and instead of falling I tried to catch myself using my left radius and ulna. Double break, I think the bones actually switched spots as well. My nose was broken when I was tagging a girl while I was playing third. The bill of her helmet went into my nose, and it felt really really spectacular.

For the record, I was safe when I broke my arm. Obviously making it worth it.

14) My favorite animal is the killer whale. This is a very deep, intense love. I still have orca figurines that I collected as a child back at home, and to this day I squeal in delight whenever I see a photo, movie, commercial, or billboard with a killer whale on it. And yes I know they are “killers” or whatever, but I like to remain in my fantasy of swimming joyfully with them in a beautiful forest-lined cove.

See?

And surprisingly, I was not a Lisa Frank kid. Bonus fact!

15) I end every long race to Defying Gravity from Wicked. If you’ve heard this song, you have to understand the undeniable energy, determination, and epic-ness of it. It’s my happy song, it makes me feel untouchable, and I love the feeling of crossing the finish line with Elphaba crooning about how no one can bring her down.

16) The nickname “Birdie” came from freshman year basketball. I don’t actually remember who exactly bestowed this name upon me, but from then on it was my title in just about every sport I played. And if you have yet to figure out why I am associated with a Bird, my name is Robyn. If you still don’t get it, then I recommend a nap or maybe some caffeine.

17) I have a fairly impressive ability of guessing people’s birth months. I know this might seem strange, and it is, but for some reason over the past few years I’ve realized that I have a real knack for guessing the month people I meet were born in. I don’t know how it works, I don’t know how I can do it, but for some reason I get a feeling from people about when they were born—and it’s normally right. I typically need to be with them, in person, and normally I need to have spent more than 5 or so minutes with them. It works best with people I’ve known longer…and if you don’t believe me, next time we’re together I’ll try and guess your’s…and you’ll realize why I should be working a booth at 6 Flags.

18) My favorite book of all time is Les Miserables. Again, I’ve mentioned Les Mis one too many times on a blog that is supposed to be about sweating and running. I don’t really think the poor and desperate people of 19th century France fit in much, but I can’t help it. I find the story beautifully tragic, and the writing is so classic and poetic. Also, I will talk to you for hours about the show if you ever bring it up, so be warned. AND THEY ARE MAKING A MOVIE.

19) I only like purple and red Skittles. They should make packs of these two flavors only, like how Swedish Fish has “red only” packs.

20) Belle is the best Disney princess of them all. No, I am not stating this as an opinion, because it’s fact. She reads, she’s independent, she doesn’t need a prince to wake her from a coma, and she sees past outer appearances in favor of what’s on the inside.

Belle dressed as me for Halloween. With her cop friend, he wasn't included in the movie.

21) My favorite flowers are white lilies. Lilies smell phenomenal and look like something that lines the walls of heaven. I adore lilies and I will get my nose covered in their messy pollen just to inhale their fabulous scent.

22) I have two tattoos. That’s all…

23) I want to do an Ironman someday. I’m not sure when, I’m not sure if it’s possible (first I need to do that whole get-a-real-competition-bike thing), but I do know that I want to do an Ironman. I’ve looked at training schedules, and they’re horrifying, but I know that there will be a point in time where I want to give all I have into doing the bad-boy of all tris. I have declared 2013 the year of the triathlon…so we’ll start there.

24) I studied abroad in Prague, and it was the best time of my life. I was fortunate enough to spend the spring semester of my junior year in the Czech Republic, and it was the quintessential essence of a perfect abroad experience. I traveled all around Europe, I had no cell phone, I ate everything in sight, I walked everywhere I went, and perhaps most importantly, I learned how to make myself happy. I miss it every day, and I can guarantee I will go back someday, if you would like to come you’re welcome to join…I will show you all over and make you eat all the fried cheese and beer Praha has to offer.

The writing on the wall...be happy 🙂

There you have it! 24 facts for 24 years. I hope you enjoyed learning more about me, or at least I made you feel a bit more normal.

Tell me what your porn star name is! And, if you feel like sharing, tell me some facts about you that either compliment or contrast my facts above. Unless you’re a shark affectionato, and in that case we can no longer speak.