Friday, September 20, 2013

look Mom, I'm a big blogger now!

Before I start, let's just get this out of the way now:


Now that that's happened, let me begin.

As I become more and more of an actual "blogger," I'm beginning to realize that the blogging world is a lot like the running world: deceivingly involved.

Before I ran, I thought that running was just like walking... only faster.  But it's not.

Running is knowing terms like "negative splits" and "tempo runs."  It's hydration techniques, foam rolling, and Yasso 800's. It's BodyGlide for your armpits and compression sleeves for your calves.  And even the most seasoned, serious runners...


... still don't know it all.  (Should I try energy gels for my long runs, or are they just glorified Go-Gurts?)

It's the same with blogging.  Only now am I learning about RSS feeds, sites like Bloglovin, link-ups, and ad space.  And I still don't really get Twitter chats.

Source: http://mashable.com/2013/06/12/twitter-chat-management/
One thing that I have recently discovered in the blogosphere is the "blogging award."  As far as I understand, these awards rank somewhere on the significance scale between middle school honor roll and a spot on the refrigerator (i.e. you're not getting on the cover of Time Magazine, but they still make you feel all fuzzy inside).

So imagine how legit I felt when I realized that someone had nominated me for one of these fuzzy feeling inducers?  Yup, Andrea (the lovely lady at The Morning Running Girl) nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award.

Which was great, because after someone else beat me to pajama jeans, I was wondering what I was going to do with my Nobel acceptance speech.

Once you've "won" the award, the rules are pretty simple:
  1. Present 15 deserving bloggers with the award.
  2. Link your nominees in the post and let them know of their nomination with a comment.
  3. Post 7 interesting things about yourself.
So... I nominate:


Pretty much every blog on my Bloglovin feed.

And as for #3, I think that this should clear up that sort of alarming picture up there.

1. I don’t watch a ton of sports, but I have cried over a Ravens game before.  I mean literal, mascara smudging tears of grief.

2. I evidently have an evil, hangry alter-ego (Derrick, my boyfriend, calls her Nikki).  Her favorite time to visit is about an hour before dinner.

3. I don’t run with music.  I’m talking marathon training 2 and a half hour long runs sans iPod.  It’s mostly because I can never find my headphones, but I also like the time to think without Rihanna butting in.

4. I modeled once.  I was "found" in the scrapbook aisle of Michaels by Kristen Alyce, founder of Garbage Gone Glam.  Two weeks later, I was on the runway modeling a white wig and a dress made completely from recycled gym flyers and exercise bands.

5. My life will be complete when I am a retiree living on a farm in the middle of the Colorado Rockies (like my grandma).

6. I work for an intellectual property law firm, but I majored in biochemistry.  I’m probably the only paralegal in the office who can identify an aromatic amino acid.

7. My feet are a spectacle of gross-ness.  They are huge (I refer to them as my baby seals) and my second toe is longer than my first (runs in the family).  I sometimes rip the dead, hardened skin from my many callouses to threaten my roommates and/or Derrick.  (It usually works.)

I'll leave you there with that to mull over and to give you time to figure out how best you can display that picture of me in a wig in your living room.

Cheers to it being Friday.  Bottoms up... YOU'RE (almost) FREE!









And just in case my subliminal messaging via the subtle incorporation of this link throughout the post didn't work... you can FOLLOW ME ON BLOGLOVIN.

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And we're out.


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