Ok so if you know me, you know I wear a lot of black. And grey. Maybe some navy blue and maroon. Red if I’m feeling really wild. This began in high school where wearing black was an expression of my inner angst and alternative-ness! (Still is, admittedly). But I own some things that are bright and I never really know how to wear them. I tried to wear these shorts last weekend and gave up because I felt like I looked like a soccer mom. But I gave them another shot last night for the Vegan Family Dinner we were attending. They seemed cookout appropriate.
Also this marks the first time I’ve voluntarily been photographed in shorts. It wasn’t that terrible.
I’m a little surprised at how mild the summer has been so far since I can still continue running in the afternoon. I ran 5 miles on the canal towpath Tuesday, the first time since waking up with some flu/virus on Friday. It definitely felt kind of rough and I still feel weak. And my hamstring has felt sore ever since. And my calf is all tight. Actually I still feel like a mess this week. But I’m on the incline.
I made Scott take some pictures of me on Friday. Half to document my outfit, half to work on not hating myself in pictures. I don’t hate ’em.
Yesterday we did trail running in Brown County – I absolutely love that park. I feel so awesome after 70 minutes on the trails. That will get anyone into running, I swear. Now, onto Sunday!
Maybe I’ve been browsing too many blogs or flipping through too many carefully formulated instagram feeds lately; but what is this obsession with perfection?!
I get that having a really organized, beautiful, content rich and well photographed blog makes it enjoyable for the target audience, but I’ve just about had my fill of these overly curated websites. And same for instagram. I am definitely guilty of editing my feed when I feel that something is out of place, or maybe I don’t really love that selfie as much as I thought. But other than setting some items on a counter and turning on a lamp (and that one time when I laid out all my folded clothes on my bed) I don’t stage my photographs. I mean, what is this; Vogue?
I am personally striving for less perfection in my life right now.
I ate a bunch of oreos with my lunch today. I haven’t gone running since Sunday (plans to change that now that I got my hair did). I cannot do a side plank for more than 5 seconds when I do yoga.
This thought struck me when I was revisiting my favorite, and now ‘archived’ What Would a Nerd Wear and she declared that she would no longer be accepting courtesy items from companies that offered them. As she puts it;
“But part of the reason why I like reading blogs (and considered starting one) is that they offer an alternative to magazines. They represent what a non-magazine-model without access to a huge magazine closet might wear, and what she might be willing to hand over her hard-earned money for. Getting free stuff runs counter to why I preferred blogs in the first place.”
The honesty! I love it! And it is probably why I still like to revisit this blog time and time again.
In other news, it is 50 degrees. Dear Spring: please show up.