One Direction jogging IN DENIM

One Direction who? I’m old.

But I can be a fan if they jog in jorts and jeans.


Running in jorts: Practical and “pure class”

TweetTypeOneUnitedIf this guy looks familiar, it is because he was featured here before.

It was a good day at the gym…

…not because of a great bicep and back workout but because of this guy lifting IN JEANS:

Jeans(notice the strategic use of mirrors to get the shot)

And this guy:

Sleeping(Yes, he is sleeping! I know he isn’t in jeans but the picture is funny as hell. )

Thanks to my gym friend, Sarah, for snapping the second picture. To get her to forward it to me, I had to “come out” about this website to her (Hi, Sarah!). I counted and I think she is only the 10th person that I know/met in my real life that knows about what I do here. As I always do when I tell people about, I started with “Don’t judge me.” 🙂

Dodgin’ in Denim

Kelly, 3 Zigs and a Dog blogger, sent me these pictures of the Dodgin’ in Denim team that plays in her dodgeball league. Their uniforms are VINTAGE DENIM!

If you look closely, there is an amazing amount of awesomeness on the bodies of these players.Dodgeball



Vin Diesel in the gym IN JEANS


You know you are a runner when… + More



The “+ More”

Are you on the Biscoff Spread bandwagon yet? If not, let me be the first to tell you – no, ORDER you – to get your hands on a jar of this stuff. Your life will never be the same. It is put-your-tongue-in-the-jar-to-lick-out-the-last-little-bit delicous.

I also don’t want to go to Biscoff rehab alone.


Sticker in my face on bus pole

StickerI don’t care if the universe is telling me to try jogging in jorts, I ain’t doin’ it.

Tonight on the 11:00 evening news: Jorts at the Twin Cities Marathon

I should be an investigative reporter. I can piece shit together and get the story told. Especially when it comes to something that I am passionate about – like marathon runners in jorts.

I stumbled upon this picture in a gallery of photos dedicated to last month’s Twin Cities Marathon. After unsuccessfully trying to blow up the photo to get a better look, I wondered to myself, “Are those jorts?”

JortsThen I found the blog of a spectator at the marathon who shared this observation:

11:45 – A guy wearing a headband, midriff-exposing t-shirt, and cut-off jorts (that is jean shorts for you non-hip folks) runs into our station. After he grabs his third Dixie cup of Corona, I wonder if we will need to cut him off. But after pounding it in record fashion, he runs off – on pace to finish 30 minutes faster than I ever did while wearing proper running shorts and properly hydrating with water and Gatorade.

1. I gotta find this jort-wearing, Corona-drinking hunk of man.

2. CNN, call me. I can start tomorrow.

Jean Jogging + More (Vacation Cookies)



The “+ More”

Another thing about me and vacations: when I am on one, I go all out and do NOTHING mentally stimulating. My all-or-nothing-thing attitude declares, “If I can’t be productive, I am going to go into 100% chill out mode. ” I completely unplug, and I don’t watch TV or even read for that matter. My downtime is spent completely in my own head. It is glorious.

I also binge-eat. Pop-Tarts are one of my vacation treats.* We bought a 48 count at the Costco-esque store on the island last week. Go ahead and do the math: 2 people, 7 days, 48 Pop-Tarts. Surprisingly, I’m not sick of them.

Also on vacations I love trying out and devouring new-to-me cookies. I especially love cheap cookies. My unrefined palate just loves fake Oreos and those sugar wafer cookies that you probably only eat when you are visiting your grandmother. So when I vacation out of the country, my first stop is the cookie aisle of the grocery store. Here some of my favorite cheapo finds – that are left – from my most recent trip:

cookiesIf anyone from a far off country wants to send me your best cheap cookies, I’ll take them! Loyal followers from Moldova, Bahrain, and the Aland Islands, I’m talking to you.

If anyone wants to make me a cool “+ More” graphic to use when I write about not jean-jogging topics, I’ll take it!

* Who am I kidding? I eat Pop-Tarts all the time but not at vacation-level intensity.

Gym Jorts + More (A Vacation Lesson)





The “+ More”

I have said before that I am the happiest person you know. I am also the most Type A person you know. Carefree and fly-by-the-seat-of-your pants? I’m the opposite of that girl. It is so bad that I don’t enjoy vacations. “What!?” you say. Yes, you heard me correctly. Stopping life to go somewhere else and do nothing productive is torture for me. However, I do it because I know it is good for me (and maybe a lot because my husband makes me). Yes, I just said that my husband makes me go on vacations. I actually DO know how insane these words sound to you. I do.

With that said, my vacation to St. Maarten last week was as wonderful as a vacation can be for me. Below is a picture of me having fun with a new friend on Simpson Bay beach. He was a native to the island and, I think, was babysitting himself while his mom worked at a nearby hotel.

SAM_1299He was fascinated with my camera and made me take about 250 action shots of him; he had some killer water moves, dives onto a raft (makes great padding for landing), jumps, flips, and spin kicks. After each one, he would run to me to see the image on my camera and laugh and laugh with this contagious laugh that can only come from an 8 year old boy. It was awesome.

SAM_1318That afternoon my new little friend taught me an important lesson about the joy of being carefree. And it wasn’t terrible.

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