In Her Shoes

Tackling my bucket list, one half marathon at a time.


Funkalicious Def

This broad is in a funk (please note: when I use the term “broad,” it is not derogatory).

Anyway, I’m down on running. It’s hard. It’s not fun. It’s a pain in my a$$. It takes too much time. It hurts and I don’t wanna do it. Yes, I’m complaining, pouting, being a baby, all of the above. But I just want the hurts to go away. Why did I sign up for another marathon again?

It’s so frustrating because last week was so great. It was the first time in my training schedule (yeah…don’t judge…only took me to week 5) to finally complete every run on that week’s schedule. And I even did an extra 5k on Sunday!

Thankfully, summer is starting to wind down and I’ll be a little less busy during the week. But this week, I only got ONE of THREE mid-week runs in. I went out for a 6-miler on Wednesday and it was awful. I don’t know what my problem was…I’m not sure if I went out too fast, if I was just tired from the workday, who knows. But at mile 4 I had no energy. So I popped a squat and sat on a bench for about 10 minutes to sit and think about how much I hate this sport. And then I Instagrammed this pic:

Pouting mid-run

THURSDAY: I set my alarm to wake up and run 3 measly miles before work. Did I do it? Nope. My need/want for more sleep always wins in the end.

HOWEVER, I did wake up bright and early this morning (Friday) for a run. A coworker of mine (Ryan) is training for the Chicago Marathon and had 17 miles on the schedule this weekend. We both have busy weekends, so we planned to run together before work. Luckily, I only had 9 miles on my schedule. Ryan was out the door at 4:26 a.m. and met me at my apartment at 5:30 when he hit mile 7. We ran the next 9 together and then he booked it home for his last mile. And wabam. We ran all those miles before work. But yuck. We were both hurting. Every 5 minutes one of us would complain about a body part hurting…or how much this sucked…or how crazy we are. It’s just not fun!!!

Oh well. I’m putting running in the back of my mind for the next 3 days.  I’m off to Chicago for some Lake Michigan boating and bachelorette party shenanigans for the lovely Caitlin Capitanini. This weekend is my first reunion since May with my Iowa lovelies! Let me tell you…going 3 months without seeing my BFF’s is brutal.

Sorry for the negativity…I just needed to get that out. I’ll be more optimistic next week. Hopefully.

For now…enjoy this awesome beat.



Snowboarding Rules, Paleo Drools

Paleo Update

Turns out Paleo is really, really hard. You have to plan your meals ahead of time and I’m not a planner. I like to decide what I’m going to eat for dinner based on what I’m craving at that moment. But with Paleo, you should plan your meals weekly so you don’t have to make trips to the grocery store every day. Well that’s not happening. Last week I went to the grocery store four days in a row. I should just get a job there.

Long day at work = can't turn down beerMy other struggle? I have a lot of lunch business meetings. Or birthdays to celebrate. Or happy hours to attend (business and pleasure). And let me tell you–restaurants are not Paleo friendly. It’s so hard to find something on a menu that follows all the rules. And when it comes to drinking…after a long day if someone offers me a beer, it’s pretty much a sin to turn down.

SO. I’m changing the rules. I’m not going full-fledged Paleo during the week. It’s nearly impossible for me. I’m just going to make a conscious effort to follow the rules as much as possible. I’ll have Paleo meals for lunch and dinner when my schedule allows it.

But I’m on 2 weeks of drinking black coffee (still horrible) and I HAVE made some pretty rad meals:

Paleo Bang Bang Shrimp

Running Update

Not much to report here. I started running again last week. I last blogged about how I convinced 5 friends to do a Half in Iowa City with me in May. My next blog post will have updates from all runners…stay tuned.

My New Hobby

I’m not sure if I’ve ever introduced you to my brother, which is odd considering how close we are. He’s literally the greatest male on the planet besides my father. My bro and I are buds. He’s 33 and I’m (almost) 26 but I rarely feel the age gap. Meet Jeremy:My Big Bro Jerms

Anyway,  Jeremy is a golf pro in the summer and a snowboarding/ski instructor in the winter. He lives the life. So a group of our friends went out to Tyrol Basin on Tuesday night to snowboard.

Tyrol Snowboarding

Jeremy taught me how to snowboard a few years ago, but it’s been awhile since I’ve been out. I forgot how much fun it is! Despite the falls and sore bottoms, we had a blast. This sounds weird but I realized what an escape boarding is. I am a thinker, an over-analyzer, and sometimes a worrier. My brain is constantly racing. But for 5 hours on Tuesday, I didn’t think about one thing other than what my legs and toes were doing. And how much my knees hurt from falling forward because I’m a rookie when it comes to toeside. Do you know how amazing that is!? Pretty darn amazing. I think I’m going back out next week.


  1. My sister started blogging (copy cat :)) so you should follow her here!
  2. Read this. Just read it. And pay attention to #5, #14, #22, #40, #48, #50. Yes, I’m a huge sap.
  3. I’m off to Chicago for a fun-filled weekend with my girls from college. I turn 26 on Saturday (woofta) so I’m closing 25 with a boom. We’re going to see Passion Pit tomorrow night, so in honor…enjoy the beat: