Twin Tuesday

For a good portion of my little mushroom cut headed life I referred to Tuesday as Twin Tuesday..specifically for this reason

ImageThats right…every Tuesday, the local TV station showed 2 episodes of Full House and i was OBSESSED with these twins

But anyways, done rambling for now

I want to chat about my obsession with workout clothes


“Hi I’m Kaity and im a racer back, capri, running short/shoe addict”

My closet is dedicated solely to this weird addiction I have, its broken up into colors, seasons,  and sports, and yes this system totally makes no sense and i end up throwing them all on the same shelf anyways.

But one trend I’ve really embraced is the annoying NEON color pieces…it has nothing to do with fashion (okay im lying, it partly does) but safety.


I can not tell you how many times I’ve gone out for my run and been thissssclooooose to being turned into road kill.

Neon colors has helped make drivers more aware of the whole I AM RUNNER HERE ME ROAR attitude I project.


Running Safety is often a topic that people overlook, and I think thats because of the “that will never happen to me” mind frame a lot of runners have.  The rule of thumb for drivers will always be “Just because you can see them, doesnt mean they can see you”..this is my running motto to live by, and it has saved my life countless times.

So if youve been weary of putting some hot neon colors over your hot bods, dont be.  Dont be self conscious of your safety, even if its as simple as neon accents on a piece of clothing, just give it a try, I promise you wont look like some over desperate tween rave kid.

Here are some stylish examples:



Lululemon Scoop Me Up Tank





It’s been (too long) a while

I admit it…

I chickened out on going into the bloggospher..I wrote a few, got LOTS of views after my post on Caitlin’s site, and once those views game down, the inner perfectionist in me wanted people to like me, and lack of views meant  OH EM GEE NO ONE LIKES ME!?!?!?!

I lost consistency and threw in the towel before I even started

The short amount of time I was writing and commenting and connecting, I felt like I finally found a group to fit in with…there were literally hundreds of writers out there who were like looking into a mirror at myself…

As a young adult, Ive struggled to find a lot of people who share my love for going to a yoga class on a friday night, or wake up at 7am on a Saturday to run 10miles.  People around me think im NUTS for doing that (you RUN for PLEASURE…youre so weird), but when I read blogs I see that there are lots of nutsos out there like me

So Ive decided to write again, write to connect, write to feel sane, and write to keep up with my goals in the upcoming months (another half marathon, a full, and lots of yoga so I can, you know, finally touch my toes)

A lot has happened to me since the, oh TWO YEARS, since I last wrote..and It will take some time to fill anyone in…but ill start by introducing this guy, who’s driven me insane, but yet taught me to not take things so seriously at the exact same time…Image


How I stopped Running..and Lived to Tell about it

Wow..long title much? I try, i try.

Today, on my daily walk across the street to the university’s gym (with a bit more blizzard added to the mix) I got to thinking how Ive been coming here almost every single day NON-STOP for the past forever months doing pretty much the same thing every day..and I still have my sanity.

When I was at my tip-top running shape, I was running EVERY.SINGLE.DAY rain,shine or snow.  I would have Laughed in your face if you told me that running would injure me and Id be stuck inside with the bros. BUT happend..

When I first got injured, i quit running cold turkey (if only i could give up my ice cream habit the same, i mean no).  I knew that I had to keep doing some sort of physical activity, because if i didnt I might have gone BUHnanas, SOOO to the gym it was..

It was mind-numbing at first..i would STARE at the timer and think to myself “5 MINUTES ITS ONLY BEEN 5 MINUTES…IM SO BORED” and push through the next 45 minutes..but then i bucked up and learned to embrace different ways to improve my body so i could get back to the roads ASAP

I learned to love SWEET exercise machines..such as this weird contraption:

like wtf is this thing..

It was so awkward at first..but then it got kinda amazing, and seriously worked my butt off

I also made make sure to always have some sort of reading material to distract me when the moments drag on..usually its always the latest issue of this:

except i got pissed at this article
but..can you blame nice pantyhose ya maverick…

Another thing that turned me into a total gym rat was the new discovery of weights


I actually have some arm definition and do squats and lunges without wanting to die..when I started..i could barely do 5lb the 15lbs are a piece of cake

Another thing I did was set challenges for myself..When i first started hitting up the gym if you asked me to do 20 sit ups, and a single pushups i would have walked right out of that i worked on them..i can now do full sit hundreds, and like 10 pushups..WIN! and now what else i can do now..TOUCH MY TOES..never could do that.

The gym is an OKAY place to go, and I enjoy my time spent there, and in the end its led me to an almost complete (knocks on wood) recovery from my shin splints and weak hips

So as I look towards my future and running..i will thank all those hours logged at the gym for giving me the ability to hit that pavement again with a stronger, more apprecitative outlook..


So as February rolls around, I will slowly say BUH BYE to the gym and hello to the never ending trails and paths, but keeping in mind how important strength and cross training really are to insuring a healthy, injury free running career


SO…Gym Time: Ye or Ney?


Wisco Wonders

I love my home state and rep it when ever i can( HELLO WERE GOIN TO THE SUPER BOWL )..but as I look out my window on this “lovely” January greeted with…BLAH

and it gets me thinking..why would any one live here? The weather is gaurenteed to be pretty pathetic from November until April..such a drag..but then I remember WE HAVE FOUR SEASONS..and those 4 seasons make living here worth it.

One of the best things about living in good ol’ wisconsin it one of the worlds best farmers markets up in Madison.

Every saturday hundreds of farmers come out with stands filled with amazing locally grown produce that tastes like they have been grown by the gods

People of every shape,size, and tastes come to the market to fill up their bags with whatever is in season.  Every since i can remember my dad and I make the trip up there at least twice a year to fill up our bags and our stomachs..i always put in a special request to go up during apple season..because im addicted to apples and eat one every single day

Seeing the farmers who have worked so hard to grow all of the produce really reminds you how important it is to eat locally, and eat foods that are good for you body, foods that only have a few steps to them: dirt, water, grow, pick

The farmers market is for sure a reason why i appreciate my state and all the goodness it has to give..

Like Michael Pollan says:
Eat food, Not too much, Mostly Plants

oh yeah..the other reason why the farmers market is outta this world:

cookies the size of yo face!

what do you love most about your state?