Pinning on a number is bold. It says, yes, I am a runner. It speaks to the idea of getting out there, putting ourselves out there, and the glory of the try. The simple act, pin through fabric, through paper, clasp, repeat — sometimes in life we get to choose our own labels.
Katniss has NO TIME to twerk! She is too busy worrying about Prim! And deciding between Peeta and Gale!
The race always hurts. Expect it to hurt. You don’t train so that it doesn’t hurt. You train so you can tolerate it.
Please be a traveler, not a tourist. Try new things, meet new people, and look beyond what’s right in front of you. Those are the keys to understanding this amazing world we live in.
I’ll be thinking on this when I jet off to London on Friday!
Me: “Can’t you expense a cab?” Journo friend: “No, our division is broke. We haven’t had pens in a year.” … Journo friend, continued: “I wrote with a highlighter for a week because that’s all I could find.” #partylikeajournalist
I can think of times when my husband, who I have been with off and on since my junior year of high school (almost half my life), would look at me and say “What’s wrong?” and I just could not get the words out. Sometimes this would lead to him feeling badly for me, but often I believe he felt frustrated. What was so wrong about my life that I could sob for hours in bed? Was I not grateful for all the good things I had? I wish it were that simple. Truthfully, knowing that I had so much and yet felt so bad just made me feel worse. What a horrid person I am, I’d think to myself. He’s right, why does he even put up with me? And the dark thoughts would keep spiraling, down, down, down.
“My column is terrible, I wrote half of it while I was drunk.” #shewhoshallnotbenamed #partylikeajournalist
I came in here looking for a Nutrigrain bar, but I had pudding instead.
You have to be retarded to not be able to make a TV spot.
I met a man in #OKC with this Anchorman tattoo. I’m Ron Burgundy? #partylikeajournalist