Apparently the runs I do are full of blog worthy mentionings. Mentionings is not a word. Being outrun by someone is definitely something I have been used to my entire life. I will never win a marathon, hell, I will never win a 5K. I like my running like I like everything else in my life: slow as shit without exerting too much energy. I hate trying.
There’s a solid title.
Being that I work in ALL things fitness-y and work out a lot, I enjoy wearing fitness clothing basically exclusively. Which is just the best. Tonight, I decided to check out a local
watering clothing hole and try some shit on.
This morning, I went for a run as I’m training for my next 5k on May 13th with the MEC race series. Yeah, I need to train for that shit as I’m horrible at cardio/running/anything that involves going faster than a walking pace. I mean, I WAS horrible at all of this until my major influx of fitnessing since last August.
On Tuesday, I had the pleasure of attending the 25th season of Western Canada Fashion Week (WCFW) with my friend Aga, owner of Herbologie. I thought to myself, “yes, I will go to this and blog about all the fashion things!” only to realize, I know nothing about fashion. I love fashion, it’s the number one thing I pin on Pinterest which makes me basically a veteran in the Fashion World, right? I love Project Runway, especially the junior edition because it’s fun to see children
cry work hard at something they truly love and talk about how they don’t know who David Bowie is.
So, I thought I would write about some tips about going to a fashion show!
I am the worst blogger of all time. Well, that can’t be true. I’m sure there are worse bloggers than I, but man, I’m pretty shitty. It’s been a month since I’ve written anything. I think about my blog and it gives me a little anxiety because each day goes by and I’m like “remember when you promised you’d do better in 2017?” LOL silly girl sitting on a thrown of empty promises.
I love when my friends give me assignments. Being that I’m 29, this is pretty suitable. I was told to rip this shit apart. 30 Things Every Woman Should Know and Have. Sure, tell me more about what I should and shouldn’t know, stranger. I thought to myself, Christ, with that title, this should be good. I read the first two points and thought “meh, I guess, whatever” and then the third point struck the cord of Yes, I Will In Fact Blog About This.
Let’s get on with it!