Days 28-33: What is Your Policy on Hand Holding?

Man oh man. So many days. So little motivation to write. So Saturday I took the day off and had dinner with friends and then met a new guy for drinks. The date portion of the evening actually went really well outside of the fact that we were at a restaurant that was popular when I was in high school and then kissed on a park bench. Taking it back, but it was fun! Our next date, tomorrow, I am a little more excited for since we are going on a ghost tour of Providence. I never would have thought to do that and I give him major points for suggesting something so original. There is one important question I must ask, what is your policy on hand holding? I personally am not a fan. I can warm up to the idea after I’ve spent some time with a guy, I guess, but first date hand holding…not acceptable. I’ve never run into this problem before, but the last two dates I went on, both went for the hand hold. The first was especially awkward because we went for kind of a long walk, he alternated between holding my hand and holding my waist (if there is one thing that is worse than holding hands, it’s trying to walk with an arm around your waist), and I wasn’t a huge fan of the person. The second time it was a shorter walk and at least I thought he was fun. Now I just hope he doesn’t go for the hand hold on the entire ghost tour.

Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I went for four mile runs every day; definitely getting into the swing of things. I have run into a new problem now though. I have been trying to grow out my hair and it has reached a length where the back is starting to come down a little more on my neck. With my sweat problems, I am now dealing with sweat dripping down my face and neck. I’m not a fan of that feeling. I’m tempted to rock a sweat band, but have serious concerns that I will look like Lil and Phil’s mom from the Rugrats.

WHAT a milf

Not a good look. I think I’ll have to come up with some other option. Wednesday and Thursday I am taking off from running because……I decided to attempt to run the Blessing of the Fleet. It’s a ten mile race in Narragansett. That’s right, ten freaking miles. Why would I submit to such torture? My mom runs it every year and since she had a milestone birthday this year, it means a lot to her. She’s always wanted me to try and run it, so here goes nothing. Updates will be posted Friday or Saturday, hopefully I won’t be dead.


Days 24-27: A Girl’s Gotta Eat

Day 24

Tuesday I took the day off and instead of being good, I had sushi and spring rolls and then went to see the movie Ted. The movie was pretty funny, but let’s be honest; the food was the best part of my day. On Tuesday I also had an interview with an events company. It went really well and I was told I would be asked back for a second interview so I’m keeping my fingers and toes crossed J

Day 25

Wednesday I squeezed in a run in between class and meeting high school friends for dinner. This meant I was running at 2 in the afternoon on one of the hottest days of the summer thus far. Suckkkkked. It was one of those days when you are still sweating even after your shower and all you can do is stand in front of the AC for an hour before attempting to put on any clothes. It also meant I was eating sushi two nights in a row…have I replaced Cheese It’s with sushi?? At least sushi is gluten free!! It was worth it to see good friends again and to reminisce for a night!

Day 26

Thursday I was forced to take another day off because of my ridiculous work schedule. I had to be in the office at 9am and didn’t get home until 10pm. By the end of the day my feet were killing me and all I wanted to do was sleep. I also ate two pieces of pizza, a handful of Swedish fish, and this chocolate truffle thing for dessert. I have zero will power. Food is just too freaking good! I did keep myself to one drink; however, avoiding any potential awkwardness of being an intern drunk at an office party. I’m putting it in the win column.

Day 27

Friday started off poorly. It was rainy and gross out and I had to go to an appointment at my dermatologists. Being Irish and disgustingly pale means I have a standing appointment with my skin doc ever six months to make sure I don’t have any cancerous growths happening. Good times. Currently we are taking measurements of this weird black mark that has popped up mysteriously on my lip. If this little guy grows we have trouble on our hands. So far we are good on the no growth front, but it is getting darker. I’ve been getting a little tired of people asking me about it or telling me I have something on my lip thinking its food so I figured I would ask if we could just zap the sucker out. Apparently it’s not so easy and removing my lip freckle friend would require plastic surgery. This would also not be covered by insurance since there is no medical risk. Looks like I’m just going to have to accept my little buddy and wear darker lipsticks. Hey, at least I don’t have cancer! After I got this little visit out of the way, I waited for the rain to die down a bit and then headed out for a run. Since it was overcast and still sprinkling it was really cool and nice. I decided it was good weather to increase my distance in since there was little potential for dying of a heat stroke. I went 4 miles and ended the run with about a half mile of straight uphill. I have decided one day a week I’m going to keep trying to increase my distance. Hopefully with my new, ugly, but very supportive sneakers, my knees won’t mind the distance.

Day 22 & 23: My name is Caroline and it’s been 24 hours since my last Cheese It

Day 22

Today I watched/ worked out to one of those TV work out DVDs because I didn’t feel like leaving the house or putting on shoes. Not the best idea. Turns out, I am still unable to do more than 8 pushups.  I was also really terrible with my food intake. I had dinner at my parent’s house, which means delicious cooking, but also uncontrollable eating. After that feast I met a friend, watched comedy shows and walked to CVS to get Cheese It’s. Seriously, I have a real problem.

Day 23

To start the new week fresh, and to make up for the total fail that was last week for me work out wise, I went for a long run today. I have never sweat so much in my entire life. I didn’t run until 8pm which is usually pretty cool, but today the humidity was in full force. Wearing a grey shirt was a BIG mistake. Silver lining though, I lost a pound and my cold shower felt amazing. I also went to the grocery store today and stocked the kitchen with every available fruit/ vegetable I could find to try and kick the Cheese It habit. I think I need a support group.

Days 19, 20 & 21: Proposals and Compliments and Dates, Oh My!

Day 19

Thursday was an all around amazing day. Work flew by, I set up an interview for next week, heard back from three people to set up meetings soon, was told I was beautiful and could really pull off short hair by a stranger at CVS, and I was headed to Trinity Brew house for a friend’s birthday that night. In between work and getting ready for dinner, I went for a run and was proposed to by a 70 year old. That’s right…apparently I have a face only 70 year olds could love? Hey, it hasn’t been working out with 20 something year olds, so maybe I’ll give the older population a try. Really, I let him down gently and finished up my run.

Day 20

Okay, now I’m being really bad. I skipped working out again! I did; however, have an amazing day on the couch; naps included, and convinced myself it was okay because I wrote two of the case briefs for my class.

Day 21

My boss was out of the office today, which meant I had to do more of the stuff she normally does for the weekend radio shows. This includes talking on the air. I refused to listen to the podcast we record for every show to see how ridiculous I sounded. When I was asked what people I was listening to these days I blanked and randomly said REM. Don’t get me wrong, I do actually like REM, but it’s not like they are on my top played songs on my IPod. You should probably have an idea of your current favorite artist when you work in radio. Off to a good start for the day. After work I lounged around, wrote another paper, and finally decided I should go for a run. It was important not to skip today since I had already taken three days off and because I have a DATE. What What! Updates will be provided tomorrow as to how this little adventure goes.


“Live by choice, not by chance, to make changes, not excuses, to be motivated, not manipulated, to be useful, not used.”

Day 16,17 & 18: This Whole Grad School Thing Sucks

Day 16

Took the day off for three reasons: It was a Monday, which just sucks in generally, it was the first day of my last grad school class, which sucked even more, and I had fresh burns on my legs that made moving uncomfortable.

Day 17

I made up for the laziness of Monday by going for a longer run. Good news was, my new shoes didn’t hurt my feet for the first time since purchasing them! I’m back to my usual nine minute miles, guess the eight minute day was a fluke, but hey, I’m only getting’ better. Other than that it was a pretty uneventful run. I’m getting better at not tripping and/or embarrassing myself in other ways on these runs. Good for me, but makes this blog entry a little boring. Good thing only three people read this!

Day 18

I took another day off. Bad I know, but yesterday I had my last group presentation for school EVER and finished a consulting project that was literally two months overdue. Instead of running I ate a massive egg salad sandwich (say what you want about the smell, but them sandwiches is delicious!) and went out for drinks with my consulting team. Was it incredibly bitchy of me that I went for drinks literally next door to the restaurant where another girl in my program was celebrating her birthday, but I refused to go say hi? The last time I spent a night with that group I had to listen to an hour long story of how one of the girls met her boyfriend, who is also in our program. It involved the dying of her hair, her telling him she was not a whore, and a best friend back stabber. That is not a story you want to have to sit through twice and after a few drinks I don’t think I would have it in me to smile politely and not make comments about how the story makes me want to vomit. It was better for all involved that I stayed at my own bar. Other people in my group don’t feel the need to remain isolated (weird right?) so they eventually called the birthday girl and her companions over. I said my hellos, but at this point I decided it was getting pretty late and headed for my bed. On to the next day.

Day 14 & 15: Burns and Boredom

Day 14

After eating more pizza (seriously I have a real problem) at a family friends wedding shower, I went home and went for a run. I skipped one of my usual hills and was pretty psyched when I was almost back to the house. I think it’s time to switch up my routine.

Day 15

It was my dad’s last day of vacation before he headed back to Atlanta. My parents decided to go over to Block Island for the day. Beach, swimming, free food, and fun boat rides…I decided to tag along. It was a gorgeous day and so much fun. I decided my swim and walk along the beach was good enough for activity. It would have been a perfect day if I didn’t have ridiculously pale skin that burns incredibly easy. I missed a few spots on my leg with the sunscreen…

I need to get better at the whole sunscreen thing

White girl problems.

But the island is seriously beautiful…

God I love this island.

Day 11, 12 & 13: New Shoes and High Arches

Slacked off a bit on the blogging. Day 11 was July 4th. Anticipating a day of family BBQs, Fireworks and drinks, I went for a run early in the morning. Ridiculously hot out, I think I was still sweating in the shower. Disturbing. I destroyed any benefit that run could have had when I consumed a ridiculous amount of food. Potato salad, cocktail meatballs, chili, lemon squares; I have no self control around good food.

Made it worse when I took Day 12 off, but I did go meet with a physical therapist to get the right running shoes. I have bad knees so I was anticipating needing some pretty fugly shoes. Bill (the physical therapist) took a good look at my feet and said “I don’t mean to be rude, but you have the most disgustingly high arches I’ve ever seen, I’m not surprised your legs are f’ed up.” Thanks Bill. He proceeded to fit me in some sweet clunkers with special inserts to fill in my janky arches.

Day 13 I went for a run in my new kicks. I kept it at 2.5 miles because I was hot, my feet hurt, and it was dangerously close to dinner time and I wanted some sushi. I rationalized it by saying I needed to take it slow and break in the new shoes. I’m always amazed by my ability to rationalize.