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Shark Finning, Everyone Horrible at the Gym, Tinder Coach – Days 7.8.9.10.


Day Seven Whoever this new me is got up and went to a gym class this Sunday morning. Halfway through, the banana and coffee I had slammed down earlier tried to make a second appearance, but I nervous giggled through... Continue Reading →

if I don’t quit – 1, 2, 3


Day One (Disclaimer: despite referencing the gym a few times here, this blog is not about to become a fitness, meal prep, or healthy anything. Lol you know me better than that. Carry on.) i miss you, borneo Something about... Continue Reading →

therapy: the gym and a crush


It's been so long that I'm not sure. Maybe they do it differently these days, and I've been out of the game an age, but . . . there is a strong possibility I have been flirted with. Lemme 'splain.... Continue Reading →

RinR: Working it Out and Lactose Intolerance


To know me is to know I am competitive. There is a lot of mellow in me, a lot of "I could lie on this beach for 24/24 hours every day," but then there is this side that says things... Continue Reading →

RinR: We Run This Town


This weekend I crossed off something from my thirtyfiveBy35 list - to run a race in Rio. About a dozen of us from my school ran a 5/10k in downtown Rio. Super fun. I used a port-a-potty 3 times before... Continue Reading →

RinR: Brasil and Body Image


Think of Brasil and what comes to mind? Quick word association: beaches, waxing, caipirinhas, bottoms, futbol, bikinis, ┬áCarnaval, Big Jesus. <-- those were the super scientific results gleaned from my roommates. I don't think it's a coincidence that many of... Continue Reading →

The pros and cons of Shape-Up-ing.


I wore the Shape-ups to school again today. I was throwing a "Latin Olympics" party for a 6th grade class, so I needed to be able to run around and chase down boys stealing the marshmallow shotputs and pool noodle... Continue Reading →

UnEmployed Diaries: Na na why can’t I get a job?


Do you have a job? Yes? lucky you. Even without employment, I'm still in a uniform. Its sweats/yoga pants, a stained shirt i'm too depressed and un-busy to put in the laundry, unbrushed hair, and a permanent pout on my... Continue Reading →

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