My impulsivity sometimes gets me into trouble. Okay, MOST of the time it gets me into trouble. For example, when my friend Allie emailed me on Tuesday and asked if I wanted to do a 5K on New Year’s Day, I impulsively agreed. It wasn’t until later that day when I realized what I had agreed to. I said yes to running in the cold, the day after New Year’s Eve, when I was nowhere near physically prepared to do so. What the freaking what?!?
I didn’t want to let Allie …

I looked on The Run Wichita calendar the other day and noticed it had been updated with 2010’s races. So I picked one. I did not think it through first, obviously.
In seven weeks, I will be running 4 miles. Seven weeks. Less than 50 days. I think the reality of this situation is starting to hit me. What is the reality exactly? I currently can’t run 1/4 of a mile without thinking I’m going to die and I have to run 16 of those in seven weeks. I wasn’t a …

Is being single during the holidays any different than being single the rest of the year? No. Not really. It just feels different, I guess. Maybe it’s because I see people during the holidays that I usually manage to avoid don’t have the opportunity to see the rest of the year. These “well-meaning” people seem to think asking, “Are you still single?” is an acceptable question to start conversations with. Let me tell you, it is not. Or maybe it feels different because those damn Kay’s commercials start popping up …

Maybe it’s the craziness of the holidays, but my exercise schedule has been a bit… different. Sure, I’ve thrown in some traditional workouts at Shocker Fitness. But mainly I’ve been sticking to “Carlycise” – the act of drinking copious amounts of red wine, watching bad reality television like Jersey Shore, eating fried food and running my mouth. No calories are burned except when laughing, no muscles are exerted except when moving my hand from my plate to my mouth and no sweating happens except when having a little too much wine …

Last week, I was talking with a friend who told me he had recently been working on the south side. I chimed in to talk about my experience working on South Broadway (at Dillons at 47th and Broadway… don’t get the wrong idea). It was at this point he gave me an “Oh no she didn’t” look and promptly told me that he’d been south but not THAT far south. This conversation solidified that more people should be exposed to the greatness of South Wichita because it’s obvious that some …