Category: Misc

I’ve been blogging for a little while now, and although I wouldn’t consider myself a seasoned blogger yet, I figure it’s time to come clean about a few things. So without further ado, here are my confessions…

I didn’t start running because I was some active, super energetic kid. Nope — I started running because I was bribed.

Maybe I’ll tell you more about that another time. But for now, let’s just say that if I had had my way, I would’ve spent my entire childhood curled up in a chair reading, writing little poems, and singing songs to myself all day.

What can I say? I was a unique child.

Running made me less socially awkward.

This might not come as a surprise given the above statement, even though you and I both know that high school cross country teams aren’t exactly known for their “coolness.” But I never claimed that running cross country made me cool, did I? It just made me actually social.

Most (ok, all!) of my socks have holes in the toes.

What can I say…I have long toes…? And I rarely bother with dress socks, either. I probably own 2 pairs of them (which I never wear). Why put on a pair of nice socks when I’m only going to have to change them later to go for a run? Function over fashion here people.

I am a carbohydrate addict. I run to fuel the carb-addiction, and not the other way around.

My dog is obsessed with ice cubes. Only, he thinks they’re called coffee.

Why? You might ask. Well — because I don’t want to be the only one in this house addicted to the stuff, that’s why! Basically the pup realized his obsession for ice over the summer when I was making iced coffee in the morning. Every time he’d hear me preparing coffee in the kitchen, he’d leap up from whatever he was doing and come charging in, hoping a piece of ice would drop so he could snatch it up. As soon as I noticed this, I started asking him, “Do you need your coffee??” and now he comes to get ice whenever I ask. I’ll admit I get a kick out of the fact that some days, coffee is the only thing that gets him out of bed. (You and me both, little buddy).

I am obsessed with Peanut Butter Puffins.

I eat them by the handful. And even though they never actually make it into a bowl of cereal, I continue to buy more every time I go to the store (I’m also obsessed with shirts that have thumbholes).

I never run with the treadmill on an incline.

I know, I know. It’s totally not legit to keep the incline at 0.0. But I don’t care. I’m morally against raising that incline….or really I’m just stubborn. I tell myself that I don’t run on a treadmill enough for this to make a difference. And I almost believe it.

I don’t consider myself an expert at many things, but I am an expert carrot cake baker.

I realize this is a bold statement. But not only is carrot cake the only non-chocolate dessert in my Top 5 Favorite Desserts list (yes, this list exists), but I also have a father and a boyfriend who both say it’s their favorite type of cake of all time. So I’ve had lots of practice, and I like to think I’ve perfected it by this point in my life. I like my own carrot cake so much, in fact, that I rarely (if ever) order it at a restaurant. Because chances are it won’t be as good. Sorry, but it’s true.

That being said, I can’t give people something I’ve baked without trying it first.

It doesn’t matter if I’ve made something 1 or 100 times. Baked goods must be tested before giving them away! What if something unexpected happened? This is easy to do with cookies or brownies (cut them up into pieces before serving) or even cupcakes. But it gets a little tricky when you start talking about cakes. Fortunately, I’ve found an indiscreet way to try the cake — just take a little piece out of the bottom of the 2nd layer. No one will be the wiser when it’s on top of a layer of frosting! Now if only I could find a way to do this with pie…

I am not an expert home decorator.

I have good intentions, but I never get very far. Exhibit A: How Lauren Hangs a Picture

That picture has been sitting there for months, waiting for me to buy more nails so I can hang it. But who am I kidding? It’ll be there till the day I move out.

Showers are optional on days I don’t exercise.

Now this is where my parents jump in to tell you that in high school I was known to come home from practice, eat dinner, do my homework, and go to bed…without showering (why waste the time when I’d have to do it again a few hours later??). But don’t worry Jen, I didn’t hang out in my sweaty running clothes all night. I left those in my gym locker for practice the next day.

When I run, I listen to songs that have words in them that I would never say out loud.

But maybe, just maybe, I say them in my head…

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