Every time I head out for a run or even a walk, I am forced to meet the world's meanest hill. Seriously, it hates me. Why else would it slow me down to 15 minutes miles even when I swear my legs are moving as fast as humanly possible? I attempted hill repeats a while ago and nearly cried.
Here's what happens at the end of what is supposed be a be a easy rest day stroll with hubs:
|It's ok, still alive|
Or...wait. Someone's already done that.
Hubs and I went to a local trivia night last night, and had so much fun. We've been going with some new friends for a few weeks now, but I haven't taken a single picture. Why? I'm embarrassed! I don't understand...I can post ridiculous (and unflattering, I might add) pics on the internet, but I can't whip out my camera at quiz night? What?!
Here's my goal for next time: take a picture. It will probably be some stealth shot of the floor, but it's progress. What's the worst thing that could happen?
Hills: love them or hate them?
Once a week I'll put on my big girl panties and tackle some hills, but I hate dealing with them day in and day out.
Is there anywhere you're embarrassed to take pictures, or explain about your blog?
In public everything is fair game--it might look silly, but since it's just strangers I don't mind. But when I'm around new people, I guess I worry about looking strange. Suck it up, Vanessa! Want to join my challenge? Promise to take a picture this coming week somewhere you normally don't: the gym, work, happy hour, whatever. We can be embarrassed together!