Irrational

I have quite a few irrational fears. Clowns. The ice cream man- which may also stem from the same place as the clowns issue does (I’m looking at you, Stephen King). Walmart after dark. Stepping on man-hole covers on the streets because I’m afraid of falling through.

 

Just to name a few.

 

But the most recent one? It came as I became a member of the public transit system.

 

I absolutely hate these things:

 

Not the small turnstiles. Those I can manage. Sure, it’s an art to roll your suitcase through one. But I’ve practiced and become semi-decent at the trick.

It’s the tall ones I fear.

 

Obviously the girl in front of me hates them, too. As shown by her opting for the “emergency exit only” door. You can easily guess which route I took.

 

I mean… come on.

 

What if my bag gets stuck? It’ll get wedged between the two turnstiles and I’ll be stuck forever (which is horrific- as an average sized human being, it’s still a tight fit)! Or killed in some crazy Final Destination-style moment. Because my luck will surely run out one of these days.

 

What if the person behind me pushes too hard? It’ll send me flying out as I get tripped up in the “walk through”.

 

What if I push the wrong way? Does it still work?

 

What do tall people do in these things? Or overweight people?

 

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!!

 

There has got to be a better way.

 

And until these questions are answered, I’ve learned the various paths of least resistance. Also known as which way to walk off the train at my designated stop to avoid the scary death machine if at all possible. Or only use them at stops that are less populated so I know I won’t be shoved through like cattle.

 

Although the turnstile I used last night was not spilling people out everywhere, it still gave me anxiety.

 

We pretend that’s why I needed to be subdued with this:

 

It’s not the only reason. I also heard the damn ice cream truck coming my way. Had to run a half block with my work bag flying behind me.

Stupid Stephen King movies.

 

But I’m safe now. The door was deadbolted and continued to stay that way all night. Because I stayed in. Not so much because of my fears (the ice cream man was long gone by the time it got dark), but because it was either have a relaxing night on the couch or meet up with a guy who asked me out on a date and then decided later on to add “bring a friend and let’s go drink our faces off”.

 

I feel the right choice was made.

It’s an Honor…

… to be nominated, that is.

Yeah, you heard right! I got a shout out over at the blogging community, 20 Something Bloggers! Every year, the awesomest of the awesome (yes, I’m kissing ass) put their heads together to nominate fellow bloggers in the Bootlegger Awards.

This year, yours truly has been nominated twice! Once for “Most Interesting” and another time for…

… you ready for this?

“Sexiest Female Blogger”.

I know.

This couldn’t have come at a better time. Especially since I’m looking for a prince to marry one day. 

It’s truly flattering. I’m interesting and sexy? Right on!

But I feel like I’m living a lie.

I don’t always live it up in exotic locations every weekend and look like this all the time:If I did, I think I’d deserve it more. (PS- Thanks Photoshop for the above pic- couldn’t have done it without ya!)

Instead, I often look like this:

Sorta like a happy gremlin…

And this:

Showing off my lack of muscle. And good form.

And make questionable fashion choices like this:

Or this:But maybe you find that… sexy?

In that case, come and find me boys! I’m single with possible commitment issues and ready to mingle!

Truthfully, I am very honored to have my blog recognized in the lil’ niche of (Sorta) Healthy Living Blogs I’ve settled myself into. It’s very much appreciated. And to get a little sappy, I do appreciate each and every comment/page view/email. It lets me know people out there are actually interested in what I’m saying. And that makes me feel sorta special.

But enough of that sappy stuff.

I should give Pham a shoutout, too! A fellow Chicago blogger/runner/cool kid got nominated for Best Vlogger! Us Chicagoans gotta stick together- we’re a weird but interesting breed.

If you’re a fellow member of 20sb, I’d truly love the support if you have a minute to go there and vote!

If not, well I still sorta like ya anyway.

Now excuse me. I need to conserve my energy today so I can get my sexy butt to the gym to fight off more New Years Resolutioners. I was talking to a lady in the locker room after my workout last night about the new crowds in the gym and locker room. It’s created quite a muggy feeling and quite the odor. She referred to it as the “January Smell” and said it was most likely the newbie sweat and it should go away in a few weeks.

Deal with it for a few weeks or accept and get used to it? Not sure which is worse.

Sexy… right?