Went to Food Lion today…

And you know, no story that begins this way ends well.  (And let’s keep in mind that Food Lion has launched a new brand strategy.  Lower prices, better shopping experience,  and revamped produce are supposed to be a part of this. Well…)

Let me back up.  I skipped my grocery shopping on my usual Sunday because Deb was over, and I waited til today, when I really had no food left, to do it.  I’m not a poor person, it would be a lie to say I was.  But I’m a recent graduate who’s on a fairly tight budget.  I usually do my grocery shopping at Super Target, and I save the special stuff for Harris Teeter and Whole Foods.   I say “special stuff” to mean my vegetarian supplies.  I’ve been a vegetarian for like 5 or 6 years, after I went to Elon and was not at all impressed by the quality of the meat they served in the dining halls.  No shade, Elon was totally great otherwise, but I saw some questionable meat items come through those dining halls.  Anyhoo, I drink a lot of smoothies and eat some tofu-type things that require those special trips.  At any rate, I thought I’d head down to Food Lion to save a few bucks on groceries.  Part of my thing with being a grown-up is actually packing my lunch to save some money.  (Plus it makes lunchtime at work so exciting when you know you cooked something delish that all your coworkers can be jealous of.) I went, armed with a list, and a resolve to get all the stuff I needed for another of my famous crock pot creation of the week.

First mistake?  I didn’t know where the closest Food Lion was, so I GPSed it.  The GPS took me to an unsavory part of town.  No problem, I can blend!

Food Lion

I went straight for the dairy to find my favorite brand of Greek yogurt, Fage (with the total split cup girl!). No Fage. Okay.  My eager attitude is beginning to dwindle.  But my resolve would not be tarnished!

I headed over to the soup aisle to grab some things for my crockpot.  Some coconut gel stuff in particular.  Couldn’t find it, and asked a gentleman in a uniform where to find it.

Me: Excuse me, where could I find the coconut cream canned stuff?

Food Lion Guy: ::finishes his text conversation:: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Finally, I headed over to produce.  Saw some tumbleweeds blowing through, some floppy looking potatoes, and some sad-looking apples.  I poked down the snack aisle to see what the Oreo aisle is looking like, however?  And there were so many varieties of Oreo, one called a “mega-stuf”, that I was stunned that I’d never heard of!  But to find 5 non-rotting Russet Potatoes was a task?! Wth?!

Okay. ::deep breath:: Just because someone is poor, doesn’t mean they need to be relegated to stores that aren’t clean, with poor lighting, poor customer service, and with a wider variety of Pop-Tart and Oreo, than of apple.  The disparity between the poor and the wealthy as far as obesity, high blood pressure, hypertension, Type II Diabetes, and heart disease is concerned is staggering.  And part of the issue is that it seems like folks with a lower socio-economic status aren’t afforded choices.  Check out the produce section of a Harris Teeter, a Whole Foods, or a Trader Joes. There are choices!  And the choices are between fresh, fresher, and maybe, once in a blue moon, a little too ripe.  My point is, folks like me, folks who want to save a few bucks, still deserve a choice when it comes to what we put in our mouths.  I don’t think I will be returning to that Food Lion, however, in the next few days, I will be drafting some constructive comments to the manager, and I hope that my obnoxious letter will even raise some awareness about the fact that people in my tax bracket deserve better as it pertains to our sustenance.

Being nice to a stranger turned out awesome!

Sometimes it’s tempting to be a grouchy pain in the butt, but I (and I hope I’m not the only one), sometimes have to remind myself that being a grouchy pain isn’t any fun, and that I need to be sweet, because everyone deserves that.

The other morning, a woman walked into work with a cane, looking to be fit for a pair of sneakers.  We got to chatting on the fit stool, and as it turned out, she’d battled with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (CFS), and she was dealing with a flare-up of sorts, and had been using the cane for a month.  We chatted for a while, because CFS is similar in its manifestation to Fibromyalgia, which my mother has struggled with for years.  So we found her a pair of shoes, and we looked for shirts that would be a nice fabric for her to be able to wear when her CFS was flaring up.  Took like 30 or 40 minutes out of my day, and I thought nothing of it.

As I was helping her find a few things, I’d gotten cold, so I’d pulled a Nike hooded half-zip jacket off the rack, and wore it around while we poked around for some things for her to wear.  She’d complimented the color.

So a few days later, I roll into work, and there was a bag with my name on it.  Inside the bag was a jacket, and a note for the name of a specialist who may be able to help my mom.  And the jacket.  Wow.  Whoa.

hoodie
Sister to my Nike Element Full Zip, this is the Nike Element Hooded Half-Zip. Still warm and fuzzy on the inside, plus an adorable hood you can pull over to protect from a light rain or wind. This one isn’t going to protect you from wind as well as the full-zip, but it seems like it may retain heat just a little bit better.

Beside the fact that the jacket is warm, cute, and has the most adorable little hood thing on top, I’m going to wear this around as a reminder to be nice, even when you don’t feel like it. Not because people will buy you jackets, which is totally cool too, but because clearly, our chat meant enough to this kind lady to return to the store, go out of her way, and take time to put a smile on my face. At any rate, send a lot of good vibes her way, so we can get her back running like she wants to do 🙂

Can I get this off my chest?

First off, happy Grammys!  I adore good music.  Absolutely makes the world go round.  Anyhoo!

I try not to complain a ton.  I’m a big Belieber believer in karma.  I think the more you complain, the more bad things happen to you.  If I have a legitimate complaint at a restaurant, I always try to immediately follow it with a compliment somewhere else.  I had the worst experience ever at this filthy Dunkin Donuts on Western Boulevard with a latte, so the following week, I called McDonald’s corporate to compliment Sheila on how friendly she was when she handed me my Diet Dr. Pepper.  Made me feel my karma was in check.

Anyhoo, I say this because I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to blog about this, but Deb and I were talking, and we totally needed to get this off my chest.

Storytime!

SO I work for Fleet Feet Raleigh, and I love my job.  There is rarely a day when I go in when I dread going to work, and I laugh at least hourly there.  I think I was doing something behind our cash wrap about a month ago, and I noticed there was a cute young girl wearing an Elon sweatshirt.  I was like HOLLA!  I love networking with Elon Alumni.  My mistake.  So her father saunters up, carrying a Starbucks in his hand.

Elon Girl’s Dad: YOU WENT TO ELON?!

Me: Yeah!  I loved it!  You guys are so lucky!

Elon Girl’s Dad: Wait a minute. You’re telling me…you paid $100,000 you went to Elon…and you work here? ::looks around disgustedly::

Me: Well….I…I…

For the first time in forever, I was speechless. Blown away that someone could walk into my place of employment, look me up and down, insult me, insult my co-workers, and be okay with it.  It was rude, it was deplorable, and despite what this gentleman seems to think, there’s more than one path to success than going to Elon, immediately becoming CEO of some place, and being rich and fancy.

My sister, Deb, also says she’s had a similar experience at the stock brokerage where she works.  Despite the fact she makes decent money, and has passed the tests necessary to move up in the company, folks have made similarly rude comments about her major, International Comparative Studies, and Korean.  It seems that folks think that if you don’t do exactly what it is that your major entails in life, that you’re a failure.

First off.  Not true.  My dad majored in Physics, and ended up in banking.  My mother studied Nursing and is a stay-at-home mom.  Lilly Ghalichi (of Shahs) is a lawyer by trade, and designs Swimgerie.  Mike Posner went to Duke, studied sociology, and now tunelessly sings, and gets paid millions for it.

Second off.  Mind your dang bidness before you run around making rude, sweeping judgements.  So what, I’m not a lawyer and rich?  I’m rich in life (thank you Nene), and I’m very happy.  I’m not a blight on society (in fact, I might even be the opposite).  So in the words of a tearful emotional scholar, Tyra Banks kiss my fat ass!  ::slaps butt::

Ass

Sister thang!

So I always think it’s interesting to kinda see where folks come from. Do they have siblings, who did they grow up with blah blah. This is my younger sister, visiting me from Charlotte. Her visit forced me to bump my long run to last Thursday, and now, I’m basking in the relaxation of not having 18 miles hanging over my head.

So I was teaching my Zumba class today and out of the corner of my eye, I see someone popping and locking. It’s Debra. Ladies and gentlemen, Debbie Armour.

deb

Boobs!

Made you look!

Now I’m not sure, how in all of my posting about running, I managed to overlook the important topic of support!  (Sorry fellows, if you’ve continued reading, you may want to bow out here.  I don’t think I can offer you anything in this post.  Sorry!)  But I received a message the other day from an old friend of mine, Sam Zelin, asking me to post a little more in-depth about the topic of support.  Thanks, Sam!  Let’s do it!

Ladies, let’s chat about boobs.  If you’re going to be active – whether it’s running, Turbokick, Yoga, or Zumba, and whether you’re small-chested, or not, you need support.  Not having adequate support is not an excuse to not get active, especially when there are options for every lady out there.  And there is absolutely nothing more painful than when you’re driving down the street.  You look to your right and there’s a girl running.  And her breasts look like they’re fully prepared to give her black eyes.  That’s not good at all.

Boobs!
This is a well-supported pair. This particular bra is the Vixen, which supports without creating the uniboob effect that so many of us seem to hate.

So the first step? Identify where you fall. Are you small-chested? Middle-of-the-road? Larger chested? Breastfeeding? Just had a baby? Once you identify this, get a real bra fitting to get your actual size. Not the size you think you are. About 80% of women are wearing the wrong bra size. Sometimes, me included, because I can’t seem to let go of some old bras. But get a real fitting for a real bra. THEN take yourself down to the local running specialty store (Fleet Feet ain’t a bad start!) and let the uber-qualified ladies meet your needs.  Whatever you do absolutely DO NOT, do not, DO NOT run down to Target, or worse, Wal-Mart, and grab one of those nasty Champion/Danskin bras off their bra table.  What will happen is your boobs will flop around everywhere as you exercise, unless you put two on.  Which is stupid.  You should not have to layer bras to get a sweet exercise situation poppin off.  At any rate, here’s a little guide to help you when you get down for your first official sports bra fitting.

  Bra
Small Breasts You actually can get away with one of those Champions, but it’s not the best option.   Try Moving Comfort’s Alexis, Phoebe, Vixen, or Charity for a little bit of compression, as well as some high-impact support.
Medium Breasts You may need a little more support than some of our smaller-chested friends.  Try Moving Comfort’s Vixen, Juno, Fiona, or Jubralee.   
Large Breasts This is where I fall.  I was always convinced that there wasn’t a bra out there for me, but there is!  For us ladies, try Moving Comfort’s Fiona, Maia, or Juno.
REALLY Large Breasts Ladies, don’t fret.  There is definitely a bra out there for you.  For you ladies (bless you!) try Moving Comfort’s Maia.  Also Enell makes a great bra called the Enell Sport. It’s not pretty, by any means, but it will do the job.

Honorable mentions: Nike makes a super decent sports bra with adequate compression and shape, so that’s not a bad route to go. If you’re looking for something cute? Check out your favorite running sneaker company, and look at their apparel. Usually they’ll have a decent bra to match whatever new outfit you have.

Now this list is by no means exhaustive, however, Moving Comfort really changed my approach to working out. Instead of having to put two bras on, one Fiona got me through countless summers teaching fitness to teens at camp. In addition, spend money on your bras! If you pay $14 for a bra, what the heck do you expect your boobs to do?

Running revelation.

The weather turned absolutely gorgeous today in North Carolina.  When I pushed off this morning just after 11, it was nearing 60 degrees, so I popped on a tank, some Norts (if you’ve been following along, you know what Norts are), and hit the road for a naked, headphone-free run.

Mid-run I realized something.  I didn’t do a gut check before I left.  And I haven’t done a gut check in forever.  What is the gut check, you ask? The gut check is the practice of lifting up your shirt, checking your gut region, and analyzing it from each angle while lamenting everything you’ve eaten/every day you haven’t worked out for the past week.  Usually it’s followed by some pretty self-deprecating thoughts, swearing off all junk, and trolling celebrity gossip websites for bikini pictures of Mila Kunis.

I also realized that Target has some of their bikinis out and I’m not freaking out. And I came to this – exercise makes you feel so good about yourself, there’s really no need for the pre-summer freakout, or the New Years Resolution/Spring Break workout fest, followed by a crash.  I remember (especially being an undergraduate student with a little tummy pudge), feeling awful about my body.  Freaking out when it came to bathing suit time, feeling fiercely jealous of girls who actually worked out with great bodies, and not really knowing what to do to make the changes I wanted to see in my body and in my confidence.

Going from being mean to myself to caring about myself and actually being confident didn’t happen overnight, but I’ll say this.  I’m perfectly aware I’m not a supermodel, and that a career as Naomi Campbell may not be in the cards for me.  However, the more/harder I work out, the less worried I get wrapped up in what I look like.  I’m doing the best I can, my body is looking pretty fierce, so there’s no need to freak out or complain.

So if you’re one of those ladies (or gentlemen) constantly finding yourself doing the gut check, asking your significant other if you’re fat, or comparing yourself to weekly bikini pics in InTouch Weekly, chill out!  Commit yourself to an enjoyable regimen, and the self-destructive comments and humor will seem a silly little thing you did in the past!

Marathon training is turning me into an nutjob.

Don’t get me wrong, marathon training certainly has its perks.  It’s forcing me to eat a little healthier, go to bed earlier, and to be more regimented and disciplined, which is spilling over into my real life.  Plus, people seem to be, overall, pretty positive about the adventure I’m taking with this marathon, and have been wishing me luck both left and right.  I’ve been far better about budgeting, cleaning, and crosstraining, but its also served to take my inner nutjob and magnify it by 1000.  I’ve never run a marathon, but is this normal?  It can’t be, right?  The following are examples of how training for this marathon is turning me into a nut.

1.  I’m constantly hungry.  In my regular life, Cheri + hungry is a terrible combination.  When my blood sugar plummets, so does everyone’s fun, and all I can do is fantasize about slapping or saying really mean things to those around me.  Because of this, I’ve adopted the concept of second lunch.  I split my lunch in half, and eat second lunch around 3 or 4.  That way, my blood sugar is never too low, and no ones life is in danger when I become too hungry to be around.

2. Toward the end of my long runs, I’ve literally started talking myself through the final like tenth of a mile or so.  I’ve been “WOOING” as well.  Additionally, I actually did a victory dance after yesterday’s seventeen. I stopped when I realized it could be viewed as insane by passers-by.  As I entered my apartment, I kept dancing until I felt that it was time to stretch.

3.  I’m a little more anxious than usual.  And that’s not cool at all.  What am I anxious about?  Oh snap, time for another indentation, this one gets its own sublist.

  • My hair is looking a little jankier than usual.  Which is cool, I wear it natural.  But I’m running SO much, I haven’t had as much free time to twist it.  What if people think I look awful and unkempt?
  • I fainted in class two Saturdays ago due to a nasty cold I caught.  Now I am frightened that I will faint again (possibly during the marathon) and it is scaring the heck out of me.  Also, I don’t want to be fainting girl.  I just do not want to be known as sickly girl who faints all over the place!
  •  That my family/coworkers are sick and tired of hearing about this marathon.  Am I talking about it too much?
  • That I will lose a finger when my fingers get all Raynaudsey and I will be down a digit or two.
  • That I won’t be able to finish the marathon, and I will be thrown into the marathon paddy wagon and bring shame to my family.
  • And finally, that I’m doing my training all wrong.

Lucky for me, I work with a boatload of folks who have done this already, and my dear buddy Jerry directed me to this website which sort of eased my mind.

mcmillan running

You guys heard of this?  McMillan Running Calculator dohickey?

pace calculator

As I was thisclose to having a full-blown marathon-related meltdown at work, Jerry directed me to this site.  You put your 1/2 Marathon time in, and it calculates from that a reasonable estimate of where your pace should be, and where you should be as for as your miles times and such.  Jerry and Co. looked it over and remarked that I was right where I should be!  ::sigh:: Okay.

I recognize that my marathon-related fears are unreasonable and relatively non-issue-like.  And it certainly doesn’t help that I probably haven’t slept a full night since I graduated in 2011 (that’s another story for another day, lemme tell you what).  Taking that into consideration, I am going to do like they used to tell us in the early mornings during Residence Life training and choose my attitude.  Tomorrow, I’m going to choose to view this stuff as insane and unreasonable as it is, and not allow these ridiculous thoughts to creep in and sabatoge my marathon.  I certainly didn’t invest all this time, money, and effort, to let my fear that I haven’t packed enough for lunch, for example, ruin the great weekend we’re gonna have in Virginia Beach in a little over a month!

Have mercy, the cold windy weather is back.

If you’re anywhere on the East Coast, you know that it was 70 degrees earlier this week.  I completed my long run in tights and a short sleeve, and sweated like a cow.  And now, the North Carolina weather can’t make up its mind, and has reverted to freezing and windy!  Just in time for me to take a rest day!  Here are a few of my friends bundled up for this chilly weather! (Look underneath each photo for a cute description of each person!)

You guys remember Kimmy, right?  Kimmy is my youngest sister.  She attends school in Alabama, and has been SUPER supportive of my blog.
You guys remember Kimmy, right? Kimmy is my youngest sister. She attends school in Alabama, and has been SUPER supportive of my blog.  I forced her to take this picture.  Whatever, I’m the oldest, I do what I want!
This little nugget is Carly...remember her?  She incredible.  She barely comes up to my knee, but manages to SLAY my racing times.
This little nugget is Carly…remember her? She incredible. She barely comes up to my knee, but manages to SLAY my racing times.
Ingrid is a Zumba and hip-hop student. She and her adorable daughter attend class, as well as run together.  They totally rock!
Ingrid is a Zumba and hip-hop student. She and her adorable daughter attend class, as well as run together. They totally rock!
Taylor is absolutely one of my favorite friends.  We never lost touch after we graduated Elon, and I don't think we ever will.  She's a teacher with a wicked sense of humor, and she's about to slay the Disney Princess Half in a few weeks.
Taylor is absolutely one of my favorite friends. We never lost touch after we graduated Elon, and I don’t think we ever will. She’s a teacher with a wicked sense of humor, and she’s about to slay the Disney Princess Half in a few weeks.
Taylor so kindly sent me some snow for the blog!
Taylor so kindly sent me some snow for the blog!
It's Yoga Kerri! She continues to be a great friend from work, and I'm so grateful that life threw us together.  Check the background, you can see Alley, the snuggle-dog!
It’s Yoga Kerri! She continues to be a great friend from work, and I’m so grateful that life threw us together. Check the background, you can see Alley, the snuggle-dog!
Hi Jess!  We got a little snow here last week, and Jess made sure you guys could see it.
Hi Jess! We got a little snow here last week, and Jess made sure you guys could see it.
Emily is a fellow Elon Alum, and she's a total glamour queen.  Looks good in running apparel, has a killer sense of style, and works in New York.  Thanks Emily!
Emily is a fellow Elon Alum, and she’s a total glamour queen. Looks good in running apparel, has a killer sense of style, and works in New York. Thanks Emily!
Hey, dogs need to be shielded from the elements, too! My partner in marathoning sent me these.  Look at the nugget in the pink!
Hey, dogs need to be shielded from the elements, too! My partner in marathoning, Jenny sent me these. Look at the nugget in the pink!
Jenny Winter 2
Please don’t make me go outside 😦
Jenny Winter 3
Hay! Like my jacket!
Cheri Winter
And finally, me! Hold back your horror, that’s not polite. But this is what I look like without makeup. ::horror music plays::

Thankful on this final day of fundraising.

Today is the last day that I’m fundraising for Mercy Corps.  Every mile I’ve run, all the posts I’ve written, all the networking I’ve done, has all led up to this.

I am blown away by the response I’ve gotten from you all.  And I’m not just talking donations (even though they’ve been really really nice).  I’m talking the messages, emails, news stories, features, and willingness of everyone to chip in and lend a hand.  I just say thank you for all your help and support.

I’ll keep this short, and say that I’ll top off today with a short 4-5 miler to finish us out, and then we’re done with this project.

And by popular demand, the blog will live!  I originally had intended for it to wrap up like the project, but let’s face it, I’m dang good at what I do 🙂

No really, I really just like doing this and would be honored if you’d keep reading.  Thank you again, folks. Xoxo.