I was tagged by my friend Sarah so here goes it:
1: What is my current health-related goal?
So I'm doing this 21-day health challenge thing, yeah? And every day that I work out I get to put a big red X on that day on my calendar. I want to finish 2015 with 100 big red Xes (Xs? X's? Grammar police?) on my calendar. Working out 100 times in 365 days is not a lot for many people, I know, but it's kind of huge for me.
And give up sugar. Eat more fibre. Blah blah blah cinnamon buns the end.
2: What is my biggest irrational fear?
Shark attack. I did not even have to think about this one. Shark attack is on the tip of my tongue because it's... on the tip of my brain? It doesn't make any sense. I have never been in shark-infested waters. There is no danger of me running into a shark in my day-to-day existence. Doesn't matter. I won't even swim in a swimming pool if it's dark (because shaaarrrrrks!)
3: Do I enjoy wrapping presents?
I do and I don't. I like the actual wrapping in the paper part but I dislike the bows and ribbons and fancy-shmancy Pinterest stuff.
4: What is my favourite cross-training activity?
Eh. I don't really have a favourite. I kind of like doing squats but mainly because it doesn't involve me trying to do a pushup.
5: If you came to visit me, what would we do?
You would come visit me in May or September so we wouldn't be hampered by the Vancouver rain or the summer tourists. We'd go to Stanley Park to walk the seawall and then I'd take you to Steamworks Brewpub for lunch. We'd hit up La Casa Gelato at some point because they have over 200 flavours of gelato on site and that shit needs to be celebrated. If you were visiting me for longer than a day I would have to foist you off on my young, child-free friends for your evening entertainment because I'm in bed with Netflix and peppermint tea by 9pm (#baller) but I would make you the very best buttermilk pancakes the next morning so hopefully we can still be friends.
6: I have two weeks off work and two round trip plane tickets to anywhere. Where would I go and who would I take?
Shawn and I would go to England. I haven't been back since 2007 and I miss my friends and my second home like crazy.
7: What's the most embarrassing thing to happen to me during a run or a race?
Crying. I get weirdly emotional when I run.
8: Three best days of my life? Or at least the top three that come to mind.
In 2005, I went to Genoa, Italy by myself armed with just a little French and a guidebook. I stayed in this dingy hotel in a sketchy part of town, got seriously lost and just kept walking up a mountain without seeing another soul, and still somehow managed to figure it out and get myself sorted (without getting robbed or murdered.)
July 26, 2011 - the day Grady was born.
Last year Shawn, Grady, and I went on a road trip down the coast to Astoria, Oregon. Grady was acting squirrelly and it wasn't time to check into our hotel yet, so we just kept driving and randomly ended up on the most beautiful beach in Seaside at sunset. We walked along the sand and watched the sun dip below some seriously turbulent waves and it felt like that was when I finally let go of the shitty shitty 2013 I had.
9: Okay, so I HAVE to eat a fast food meal. Which restaurant would I choose and what do I order?
Five Guys Burgers & Fries. I get a cheeseburger with green peppers, pickles, ketchup, lettuce, and mayo. And fries and a rootbeer. You should know that I just made groany sex noises while typing that. I miss cheeseburgers.
10: Have I ever met a celebrity?
Last May my awesome friend who works for a record label and supports my bizarre love of unusual individuals got me free tickets to see Hugh Laurie and arranged a meet-and-greet for us after the show. I was so tongue-tied I barely said a word but he signed my record for me and posed for a picture with me and my dad. It was such a fun night even if I am an awkward dork.
I've met a couple hockey players - do they count as celebrities? Canadian celebrities I guess.
My cousin is celebrity-adjacent and I've met him a bunch of times ;)
11: Share a pic of myself in non-workout clothes.