Because I’m not particularly skinny and I’m not a serious runner… it’d be more accurate to call me an AverageJogger, but that just didn’t have the same ring to it.
I chose the name “skinnyrunner” just for fun. Remember, we all want to be healthy and look our best, but being healthy doesn’t always correlate with being skinny.
I started reading a lot of health, fitness, beauty blogs (you’re right, I don’t have much of a life) and decided to start my own as a way to keep myself accountable with my workouts and somewhat healthy living, but mostly because let’s be honest, I want to talk about myself.
I’ve always written down my workouts in a notebook so now I’m taking the big jump to the world wide web and the world of blogging… probably one of the last people in the universe to do so. At this rate, it’ll only take me another 7 years before I join Facebook and Twitter.
I also tried to hold out with the ’ol discman, but it seemed the more I ran, the more I became a DJ. There were so many pauses, repeats and skips that I just knew I was creating new remixes that had never been thought of by the likes of Deadmau5 and Skrillex.
I finally broke down when I was getting more calls to DJ than Samantha Ronson and bought an ipod. The forefront of technology, that’s where I reside.
So being that I’ve never blogged before and just learned to write in cursive and complete sentences, I’m not really sure what incarnations this blog will take.
This might pass as a quasi-healthy living blog but that’s about it. My sad attempts at food blogging are more reminiscent of David Hasselhoff’s cheeseburger on the floor consumption than anything else. And trust me, I’m boring enough without bringing my boring food into it.
Also, SR is not an online journal or diary of my life; it’s simply the inconsequential small parts of my life that I choose to portray online. So although you might only see running and celebrity gossip posts, I promise I sorta have somewhat of a life outside of that. on a good day.
I like to run. alot. And race. alot. So if you aren’t into running or excessive pictures of me, this might not be your bag, baby. And that’s ok too. Here’s my running story for those of you who care. (ahem, Mom)
Other than that, who knows what will happen on here? I really just want to keep myself accountable by posting my workouts and whatever else mismatched thoughts and musings come to mind. If nothing else, for my husband’s sake so he doesn’t have to hear me constantly rattle on about muffin top, bloating, or fat pants. Romantic things, for sure.
The main players in this real life comedy:
SkinnyRunner = Me, Moi, It’s all about me, right?
Playing a minor role, Marni = the 4lb yorkie leader of the universe
A note: SR is not exactly me; it’s an excessive characterization of me. It’s a blonder, wittier, skinnier, funnier, saracastic-er, more entertaining version of me. So if you ever meet me IRL and find that I’m incredibly dull and vapid, please note that you’ve been duly warned.
*Any Amazon link on here is an affiliate link like everyone on the interwebs does which means I earn a laughably small amount when you purchase something through my affiliate (I got .1 cent one time!) If you’re not down with it, that’s ok. Just open up a new window, type in Amazon and buy the product that way. I’m sure Amazon would prefer to hold onto their penny anyways.