Electric Run 2013...Illuminating!

Yay! I made it through another 5K! It was the Electric Run in Austin, Texas! And there are some cray-cray peeps in Austin, I tell ya! But it was sooooo much fun. I love the lights! I loved the costumes. We saw people with tutus, tiaras, bright, vivid colors, glow in the dark paint, glow sticks galore, wigs in all sorts of neon craziness, fake and real multi-colored mo-hawks, and just all sorts of shenanigans. There was even a guy who made his own robot head. Wish I had gotten a pic of it but it was quite impressive and heavy looking. But he ran with it!!! 

Anyway...here are some pics from Team La-ers!

Our fearless driver =)

actual, professional runner & personal trainer!

Car nap!

one word...LEGGINGS!

CUTE!

LA-ERS!

CUTE

We were wave 4! Took forever!!!!!

can you see me now?

illuminating!

yes! ready to go!

pumped!

So! I ran almost the whole way!! I sprinted up this one hill...and it just did a number on me. Briskly walked about half a mile trying to make the hurt go away. But found that I didn't feel it quite as much when I kept at a steady run. So note to self: don't sprint UP hills. Again the lights were dazzling, the music was raving, and I had so much fun! And the dance part-ay was a smashing good time! Let's do it again!!!!

Dating with Kids

I was going to make a video because I thought it would be quicker and easier. But as I pressed the record button and started, I realized I was way too tired ( it was apparent in the bags and dark circles under my eyes) to be making a video....so I'm typing it up instead. Sorry for those who don't like to read. I'll try to make this engaging with the words that dance across the screen.

So I have a lil experience that I'd like to share. Lil man and I were out shopping a couple days ago for some school things for him and picking up some medication for me. My son has a tendency to play games in the store, which is normal and expected from most five year old boys. So he's dashing in and out of clothes racks trying to scare the heebie jeebies out of me in true lil rascal boy fashion. I'm going along with it because I'd rather deal with this version of lil man than the crying, pleading, stomping feet version. He's hiding in one of the clothes racks as I carefully and meticulously calculate the cost of this pair of pants to the cost of that pair of pants. I happen to glance up and catch two guys walking towards me, smiling and one of the guys winked at me. Winking, in my opinion, should only be done between persons who are familiar with each other and have an inside joke. Otherwise, it's rather disconcerting...in my opinion, of course. The other one is wiggling his eyebrows at me. Seriously? These fools must be 19 year olds who look like dumb thirty year olds. That is the thought that ran through my head, initially.

"BOOOOO!!" lil man pops out of the clothes rack and of course, I give him the obligatory scream of shock and horror. He's giggling and I can see all his teeth with that grin I love the most. "Momma! Did I scare you?"

"Duuuude! You made me jump out of my socks, you were so scary!" I say this and right after I say this, the guys are about 5 feet away and I can hear the screech of their shoes on the floor. They came to a stop...only for a few seconds..and in those seconds I heard the taller one say to the other....

"Oh dang (*they used another word *)! She has a kid!" and right when the guy says this to his lil pal, they both veer to the right and scamper away, tails tucked under and heads ducked low. How's about that, eh? I was amazed and impressed by the blunt and frigid honesty of their actions. And it just reiterates to me, personally, that younger is not for me.

I wonder what people assume about me. Sometimes I get people who are like, "Are you the nanny?" Or I have had a woman ask me in particular, "How long have you been a nanny?" But then lil man is ALWAYS telling me, "Mom, you're my mom because we look like each other's faces..." I don't know it all amuses me and gives me a good chuckle.

So that's the experience for today's blog. Still doing good with the T25. Doing less modifications and getting stronger everywhere but mostly in the abdomen! I want a six pack! So yeah...

ALSO ELECTRIC RUN coming up this Friday 09/27!!! WOOT WOOT. I think I'm going to make my glow in the dark outfit BATMAN themed! What?! YESSSSSSSS!!!!!

Anywhosies! Happy life, my precious readers! Peace and blessings!

Good Sabbath

Today was a great Sunday. We had to get up earlier because we went to southside San Antonio to visit San Antonio 1st Ward...my old, home ward. The ward I grew up in...and it was quite a nostalgic day for me, walking through those halls. Each room I walked into, I could see wisps of long time ago yesterdays as memories washed over me. Little ghosts of the younger us running through those hallways, romping outside in the grass, dances and luaus in the gym, mom working in the primary with the little ones, young women mutual nights in the kitchen cake decorating or crafts and such. I was on the verge of tears in every room. And the ward is still filled with such sweet, humble members. New and old friends.

I loved the Spirit I felt in that chapel today. I loved the reunion; loved being able to talk to old friends and see their wonderful smiling faces again. It was just great to be "home." Made me think of Dallace. Made me think of my family. Made me reflect on the blessings I have as a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It's a great comfort to me to know that my family will continue...won't end after this life. Death is not the end....it only opens the opportunity to be immortal and to be immortal with the people I love the most and still keep them as my family. Whatever your beliefs....this is mine. And it is what makes me happiest at the end of the day. Dallace isn't that far away. And my family is never far away from me. Nor is my Heavenly Father. Families can be together forever...that phrase is the one phrase I've never forgotten and the only phrase that resonates deeply in my soul no matter what my spiritual state.

This is my truth...this is why I endure.

And with that, I bid you good night and hope everyone has a GREAT and FANTASTIC week!

Day one, two weeks, and three weeks

Bank Teller Cutie

Today I went to the bank again. Mr. Bank Teller Cutie was there. Today he was wearing glasses. And if anything makes a cute guy cuter, it's glasses. Well for me at least. Did I stare? A lil bit. I'm seriously like at the precipice of being a certified creeper. Yes bring on the weird-girl status. So the glasses were a little bit distracting. I mean, I assure you I was grinning like a fool and couldn't help the giggles on the inside. So he took the bank bag after a very giggly greeting from me and of course, the sweet, smiley greeting from his end. And it only takes a few moments to return but in those moments, I can feel myself battling to NOT look like I was looking for him or anxiously awaiting his return. I'm crazy. I know. But I'm also trying to build up the courage to just ask him already to lunch or something. It's just not happening. The frozen tongue. The glazed over eyes. The silly grin that is now petrified on my face, like a smiling, painted portrait starring at you with the same expression yet the eyes are following you eerily wherever you stand. Creeeeeepy!

But he comes back. And when he comes back, he puts his lips to the lil microphone and says: "Ma'am...what is your name?"

I'm surprised by the question and for one tiny second I almost forgot my name. But I recovered and I remembered in a sufficient time. He hears my name and I think I see a smile. Gosh! That smile.

And then he says, "Hi, Sabrina. Nice to meet you...." ah the formalities. And of course, I'm like very pleased to meet you. Now we're on a first name basis...but wait I need to know his name!!

"Oh wait! What's your name?" I blah and blurt out the question and it's clearly clear that it was an after-thought kind of question. Can I be more lame? He points to his nametag and there is his glorious name.

"Oh! Well again, nice to meet you, Mr. Bank Teller Cutie (names have been changed in this story except for those who matter...ME...to protect the identity of such persons), " as I say this, I am wondering if the grin on my face is as sweet as his and as attractive or if I, in reality, look like a smiling monkey. Such nerves, I tell ya. Yeah, flirting is not my line of business.

And then he says, "Well, Sabrina. I'll talk to you next time..." as if he's expecting me to come again or hoping I come again!!! How's about that! Oh yes...I got two lollipops again. BAM!

So no lunch rendezvous yet....or anything that exciting! BUT this is progress, right?? So yeah...if any of you gorgeous peeps have any tips or advice, please leave them so I can read them, ponder on them, and then never follow through with them because I'm better at being a creeper than an expert flirt. 

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Pursuit of Bank Guy

So trip to the bank today proved I am an embarrassment to women....okay, maybe not women. But an embarrassment of myself, at the least... I guess. Smiley bank guy was there, smiling as usual. Nice and cordial as usual. And sweet. And cuuuuuuute. And there weren't too many words exchanged but he did say WELCOME BACK when I got there. Does that mean he missed me? Because I hadn't been back for a couple days since the last time I was at ze bank. AND THEN! He gave me TWO...DOS...ZWEI lollipops! Does that mean anything or am I an idiot girl?

So of course I have to consult a male friend at work. With pleas of 'whatever shall I do?' His advice: You're glowing. You've been working out, losing weight, feeling better about yourself...just go for it. And I'm thinking he is absolutely right! Even if I do get rejected deneid turned down, I'd be putting myself out there at the least. And if things don't work out how I picture...no biggie. I would just never go back to that bank again. So there you go!

All easier said then done, though, right? So the plan? Go back a few more times...ask a few more questions...get to know him...and then drop a hint about getting together. Sounds good, right? LOLOLOLOL. Well...I'll keep ya updated those of you who have read this far and are now brimming with uncontrollable anticipation!

Also, check out what a case of hyper-active nerves does to me:

And that is the excitable happenings in Brina Bear's lil life! Keep smiling, my peeps! Ciao! 

Losing Weight and Inches!

So this is results from two weeks of clean eating and only like a week of Focus T25. Those 25 minutes of work outs are intense, demanding, and insane but I pushed myself and tried my hardest not to modify any of the moves. I've lost five pounds. I'm not starving and I'm feeling on top of the world. And that's just two weeks! What am I gonna feel like at the end of this 60 day challenge? MIGHTY AND MAGNIFICENT...that's what.

If anyone is interested in joining me and getting the same results, you can join me on Beach Body. That's where I'm keeping my motivation and holding myself accountable for the work outs AND the things I put in my body.

Anywho!! I'm going to start running regularly again....once I can carve out the time either early morning or late night for these runs since it's still hotter than hec in Texas.

Hope everyone is having a fabulous week! Happy running/working out, peeps!