I seem to be waking up regularly at around 10:00 am now, regardless of when I sleep … strange. I’m not complaining though, seems like a good time to be awake. Unless I’ve been thinking about it the night before, I find that when I wake up I just walk around in a daze for a good hour trying to figure out what to do today. There’s just something about living by myself that prevents me from having the motivation to actually change out of my pajamas into real clothes. I also end up dawdling for so long that my breakfast kind of just turns into a brunch type deal.
Remember that run I was talking about where I didn’t know if that street would circle around? Well, my boyfriend has lived in this area for a while and he told me that that street will indeed circle around to my place. So I tested it yesterday, it’s true, it does, I have found my new running route. My mom always said to never run in the same route at the same time every day because then creepy creepers can watch you and follow you and then kidnap you and do bad things. I figure this route is safe though since I run in the day time and it’s always by a street with lots of cars and houses. I see people running and tending their gardens so even if something did happen I could scream like a crazy banshee and hopefully someone will help me. Right? Or maybe they’ll just watch me and assume that someone else will step in, that darn bystander effect.
It took me about 20 minutes to run/walk the loop and most of it is flat but there’s this part where there’s this insanely steep incline that feels like it goes on forever. It’s stop and go for me at that part. I don’t know if it’s just me but when there are people around, I feel the need to keep running and I can’t let them see me stop running or else. I don’t know what I think will happen with the “or else” because I know nothing would happen but I still feel that need to never let them see me stop running. It applies with cars too. Weirdest motivation ever but what works works. I can’t do it all the time though, sometimes a car appears at the turn right when I stop running and I just sigh inwardly with shame. I then avert my gaze. I don’t know why I do it, they probably don’t even see me and if they did they wouldn’t care but I do. For some gosh darn reason, I care.
When I get back home, I did a beginners ab workout that didn’t really feel like beginner level but hey, I tried. You can try it too, it’s only 15 minutes I think. Clicky me. It’s my favorite trainer, Cassey Ho from Blogilates, but she’s doing it on a different channel. What I’m trying to do is run every day and then follow that with working out a single body part. My boyfriend says not to do the same body part every day but I really want to build my butt so I’m doing alternating between a butt workout and an upper body workout each day. I figure running works out my lower body, legs, thighs, calves and such so I’m not focusing as much on them in the Pilates work outs. I hope I’m right.
I also cooked my own meal from scratch yesterday, I posted about every minute unimportant detail because I was so proud. It’s something only my own mother would enjoy reading. What does that phrase even mean? “From scratch”? It’s not like I picked the rice myself or killed my own chicken but I had to cook the rice and chicken. There’s no other way to do it though. You can’t really buy already cooked chicken and already cooked rice and just drop them into a plate. Another thing, when a kid says that their mother made these cookies from scratch, is there a difference between that weird box mix and getting flour, sugar, eggs and the whole shebang?
Speaking of cooking, I have this thing where I have to wash the dishes as soon as possible. My family has access to a dish washer but I have never in my life ever seen it used except to store more dishes. I don’t even know how to use a dish washer. My roommate and my boyfriend were surprised at me because apparently they use their dish washers, my parents say it wastes money though so I still don’t use it. I feel like if I leave them sitting there too long, the food on them dries up and get’s harder to clean off so right after I’m done with them, I rinse them, soap them, rinse them again and then put them in the drying rack. My roommate is different though, she’ll leave dishes in the sink until she needs them again and then she’ll scrub and scrub and scrub until the days old food mostly comes off and then she’ll use it and throw it back in again. I hope she doesn’t read this, that would be awkward. I mean, I’ve nagged her about it before but she just calls me a neat freak which maybe I am.
I came to the realization the other day that professional women all wear makeup and I don’t. There are those people that are all “natural beauty” and “you’re beautiful without makeup” but let’s face it, as beautiful as you are, you’re not perfect and makeup helps to make you a little more perfect. Of course perfect is subjective but I’m talking social norms here. For me, it’s the same idea as fitness. I’m okay with my body, really I am, but it could always be better so I’m gonna go for it. I’m okay with my face, really I am, but it could always be better so I’m gonna draw on it. I’m not hiding behind my makeup, I’m highlighting my features. Point is, I want to be a classy professional woman so I’m going to start learning how to use makeup and more importantly, how to remove makeup in the fastest most efficient way possible. By efficient I mean I’m lazy and don’t want to use a lot of effort. Problem is, there are tons of styles and products out there. I had gone makeup shopping before and I didn’t know what 60% of the stuff there was for, there aren’t even directions. My current knowledge of usage consists of mascara and eyeliner and I’m not even sure I’m doing those right. Woe is me. New life goal: Learn makeups.
A friend of mine applied for a scholarship and it was one of those ones where they could be entered multiple times if their friends sponsored them by clicking a link. The thing is, once I clicked the link and sponsored her, the website gave me a link to apple to the same scholarship. All I had to do was click and put in my name and stuff, so I did. If the first few people that heard about it didn’t sent it to all their friends and their friends didn’t send it to all their friends then I think the first few people would have a better chance at winning this lottery scholarship thing. Besides, there’s no guarantee that your friend will sponsor you, they might just apply for it themselves without sponsoring you. The world sucks like that.