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Posted by Jill on April 4, 2013
Posted by Jill on January 16, 2013
We continue our quest to encourage more people to jog in jeans:
Posted by Jill on December 14, 2012
If you missed motivational poster #1, check it out here.
Posted by Jill on November 30, 2012
Thanks to Ashley, my new Pittsburgh (yeah!) runner (woohoo!) Twitter friend who sent me this picture:
And to Tonya, Sew-N-Sew Runs blogger, for this picture taken at her gym in Akron, Ohio:
And, finally, a thanks to Jeremy, the genius behind the motivating, funny, uplifting, and even a bit philosophical CultFit, for today’s bonus picture. While it is questionable if those are actually jeans, the climbing pack is worthy of a post here:
Posted by Jill on November 20, 2012
In an attempt to get more people to jog in jeans (which translates into more pictures and more smiles and laughs for all of us), I’ve started a JoggingJeans.com motivational poster feature.
Makes you want to go our for a run in your jeans, doesn’t it? Do it.
Posted by Jill on November 16, 2012
Because sometimes text isn’t enough and you need pictures with Xs and check marks:
When you go to a gym make sure you also wear the right kit, there is nothing worst than seeing people in the gym wearing inappropriate gym gear. Ian Allen gives his advice:
“Clothing conducive to exercise, permits a full range of movement at all working joints (i.e. no jeans). Should cover torso and pelvis (i.e. not topless). Demonstrates personal health and safety (i.e. no flip flops) and hygiene (i.e. clean, no bare feet) requirements.”
Below is an example of how not to dress and how to dress for the gym:
The post also has a hysterical video about gym etiquette. It cracked me up. I love these guys.
Posted by Jill on October 3, 2012
Thanks for the fun week, Friends. Given all the positive feedback, I may resurrect these types of posts randomly in the future. Perhaps those of you that have websites should dig out your old photos and do the same? Yeah! Yeah!
Some final random things about me:
My faith is the most important thing in my life. Nothing compares. I know that I have done nothing and can do nothing apart from His anointing grace in my life.
I’ve known my husband since the 2nd grade and we were friends for many years before we dated. I joke about having jean-jogging “boyfriends” but the truth is that my heart belongs to just one person (but he, unfortunately, doesn’t jog in jeans).
If I had more time in my life, I’d spend it at the gym. Strength training is the core of my fitness regimen. 45-60 minutes a day six days a week on and off for 20 years now. Yep, I’m the girl with all the dudes in the “hardcore” part of the gym. I just love every minute of it. After strength training, I’m all about variety – running, kickboxing, spinning, power yoga, Pilates, Insanity, really anything – I get bored very easily and shaking things up keeps me motivated.
I feel strongly that marijuana should be legalized. [Gasp!] Seriously, the fact that there is a safe, plant-product that is not able to be legally purchased by those that need and want it is the REAL crime.
I love Pittsburgh. Seriously, if you’ve never been here, and you are rolling your eyes and letting out a “meh,” your perceptions of it are wrong. You need to visit and see for yourself. Pittsburgh is already named the world’s top 20 places to visit in 2012, and this month it made another list: World’s Most Livable City. #30. The only US city higher? Honolulu. I’m okay with that.If my husband takes a picture of me, he makes a habit of saying something hysterical when I am posing and then takes the picture when I am hunched over cracking up or have some contorted, stifled-laugh face. As a result, the majority of the photos of me that he takes look just like this one which was taken when we were first married.
Posted by Jill on September 1, 2012
What is your dream job?
Don’t laugh. A cleaning lady. I’m not kidding. From as far back as I can remember, I thought that being a cleaning lady would be the best job in the entire world. It took me until about age 8 or 9 before I learned that “cleaning lady” was an unacceptable response to the question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” But it was the truth.
I love to clean. I find REAL joy in making making dirty into clean, order out of chaos, and using cleaning products. When I babysat as a teenager, and after the kids would go to bed, I would clean. Empty out the refrigerator, scrub tubs, windows, whatever I found the most disgusting. Parents loved me.
Now I suspect that the comments for this post will be all, “Come to my house, you can do all the cleaning you want here.” If you mean it and provide me the details about your especially high level of filthiness, you may just entice me to show up on your doorstep with bucket and yellow gloves in hand.
Speaking of jobs, this picture was taken after a shift working at the Dairy Queen* and before my beautiful sister left for her prom. “Hey, Jill, go put your sticky, Mr. Misty and ice cream stained self over by your sister for a picture, okay? Now say ‘cheese.’ Wait, move over a little, we don’t want you getting hot fudge on her dress.”
*And, by the way, working at the DQ was THE BEST. A perk was that we could eat whatever we wanted for the whole shift. Do I really need to run through the cache of deliciousness that is held within those four walls?
Posted by Jill on August 31, 2012