tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29826329686235433722023-11-16T04:59:38.813-08:00Teachers Who RunAnne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-47251853643053514712012-06-19T19:58:00.001-07:002012-06-19T19:59:21.615-07:00weddings and lazy daysTwo weeks until the big move.<br />
My head is spinning to say the least. I'm staying busy working, practicing yoga, and running. I also watched two movies today (lazy yes, but I needed it.) One was <i>One Day</i> with Anne Hathaway, it was actually really good.<br />
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This past weekend my brother got married. It was hands down the best wedding ever. Best food, band, dance party, everything. Oh yes and Paleo? not so much this weekend, or even since then. I've been trying but it's so hard. I need my whole grains and chocolate. I almost took a picture of the food at the wedding, but I didn't.<br />
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Here we are at the pool before we got ready for the big night!<br />
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The groom's on the right. Is he excited or what? :-)</div>
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Love my brothers.</div>
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Dad and I post-ceremony pre-reception.</div>
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The north Georgia mountains were a phenomenal back drop, and perfect weather.</div>
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I was very choked up pretty much the entire ceremony, not to mention in my toast the night before. It was an amazing weekend, and my brother married an incredible woman. So glad she's now my sister!</div>
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With the wedding over the reality of my move is setting in and freaking me out a little bit. I am SO excited and SO certain it's what I need to be doing. I can be a little nervous though right?</div>
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Instead of packing tonight/today I've watched the Braves/Yankees game (will ALWAYS be go Bravos), sex and the city, and now I'm watching the OKC/Heat game. I really don't like the NBA but I figured why not. I also changed my twitter username and have begun putting together my new blog. Stay tuned for that!</div>
<br />Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-37805737704905397712012-06-09T21:00:00.000-07:002012-06-09T21:00:00.430-07:0011th day of paleoAs usual, it's been way too long. blogspot even changed what my blog looks like. So much catching up to do. In 26 days I'll step out of a cab, suitcases in hand, and walk up 12 flights of steps to my new home in New York City. Woah. So much more to say on that, but that will come later. (I'm also, as of June 13th no longer a teacher, so I may have to think this whole "teachers who run" thing.)<br />
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A couple of girls at work (part-time job that's now full-time job) have taken part in the 28-day paleo challenge. Paleo is also know as "caveman diet"- fruit, veggies, meat, nuts (nut butter importantly, almond not peanut, a peanut is a legume). What I can't eat- dairy, legumes, soy, grain, alcohol. It's suppose to make you more lean and really clean out your system of all the bad stuff we eat daily. Want more info? check it out <a href="http://thepaleodiet.com/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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This makes trips to the grocery store very interesting. You certainly stay around the perimeter of the store. That's the best way to go you know? All the junk food is in the middle. So, here is my journey in pictures. I've found some great recipes, so I'll add those websites too.<br />
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This was my first paleo meal at a restaurant. It was delicious! This is the lunasagna from <a href="http://www.lunaslivingkitchen.com/Home.html" target="_blank">Luna's Kitchen </a>in Southend. (That's homemade kombucha too, mmm.)</div>
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Example of what I haven't been eating. Friday was the last day of school. We ordered pizza for the kids and had all these desserts for them: oreos, candy (reese's my FAVE), and chocolate chip cookies. Oh, and Doritos. This was hard to be around and say no.</div>
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This is one of the first big meals I made. I made way too much of it. It was really good though. Basically ground beef and tons of veggies. I ate it plain and one time stuffed a large red bell pepper in it. That was good. This was the first time I'd eaten red meat in a while. I couldn't eat tons of it.</div>
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Today is day 11 of 28. Last night I "broke" paleo by having a "yay the school year is FINALLY done" beer. Was it worth it? While it was hot outside and a beer sounded fantastic, it made me feel awful. Pretty instantly bloated and headache. I think this was from the grain/gluten more than the alcohol. This is absolutely the longest I've ever been, ever, not eating grain and sugar. So I headed to the farmer's market and trader joes this morning and loaded up on paleo friendly food. </div>
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What's the one thing I miss the most? Pizza! I just love it. Thankfully I found <a href="http://civilizedcavemancooking.com/entrees/pork/everyday-paleo-pizza/" target="_blank">this recipe</a> online. It was actually pretty simple. I used almond meal/flour to make the dough.</div>
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After cooking the dough for a little I loaded it with veggies, tomatoes, and chicken (instead of ground beef like recipe suggests).</div>
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Here's the finished product. Yes, I immediately ate a piece and it was actually really good! It is missing the cheese, but it still satisfied the craving for now. And a little bit of the crust stuck to the pan. But it's really nice to have a meal that somewhat represents bread. I can't wait to have more for lunch tomorrow!</div>
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So, I'm almost half way there. It's challenging in a fun way for me to do the 28-day cleanse. I'll post more on it and on my whereabouts and soon-to-be like in the City. </div>
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<br />Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-90308753006247206822012-04-08T20:10:00.000-07:002012-04-08T20:10:11.214-07:00Spring Break: Like a Fine Wine It Only Gets Better with AgeOne of my friends threw that title at me a couple weeks ago. I love it.<br />
What a great week it has been. So sad it's come to an end, but only a couple more months of school! Of course, I am excited to see the kids. I can't wait to hear about their break and tell them about my trip.<br />
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After <a href="http://www.soul-cycle.com/soul-east/" target="_blank">SoulCycle</a> Thursday I decided to head over to Brooklyn. I'm contemplating living in the area and had never been so figured I'd give it a look. I really had no idea where I was going, but I hear people live in Williamsburg, so I just took the metro to Williamsburg. I ended up not really seeing much there, because I had no idea where to go, so I walked along the water all the way to downtown Brooklyn. Yes, this is far, but there were no cabs inside and it was nice out, so it wasn't a bad walk. By point of reference in Brooklyn was <a href="http://www.grimaldis.com/" target="_blank">Grimaldi's Pizzeria</a>. I've heard about it from a lot of people so figured I would grab a slice for lunch. I had no idea I'd have to buy a whole pie, nor did I realize how ridiculously long the line would be, so I decided against waiting for the pizza.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I really didn't want Thursday to end. It meant I had less than a day left on my trip. Even though we had done SoulCycle that morning, Alli and I decided to hit up a yoga class Thursday night. Note to self: I really will have to work on my time management when I move. As of now I'm about 6 minutes late everywhere I go. In New York that would be at least twenty minutes. I learned this when trying to get a cab at 6PM to get to a 6:30PM yoga class. This was not easy. I had to walk/run towards the right part of town and keep an eye out for a cab. I somehow made it to <a href="http://nyc.laughinglotus.com/" target="_blank">Laughing Lotus</a> and I am so happy I did. It was an incredible class.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the studio where we practiced. Yes it is a screen shot from my phone, from their website. I didn't have my phone when I was there to take a photo. It was an hour and a half Level 2/3 class. I have never actually taken a harder level class. It was very doable but very challenging. My favorite part was when we were in Warrior III and I was able to gaze out the window down to 6th Avenue. Amazing!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After class we enjoyed my final dinner of pizza and beer. It was all just delicious. I still didn't want to go to bed when we got home, but I was exhausted and I crashed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I woke up Friday morning so sad to leave! I was out of the house by 9:30 with about 6 hours to enjoy before my flight. I decided to walk down to Ground Zero and check out the new buildings and museum there. I was recommended to go by <a href="http://www.kaffe1668.com/" target="_blank">Kaffe 1668</a> for a cup of coffee, some of the best in town. It was a quaint but busy cafe and yes the coffee was absolutely delicious. No milk or sugar or anything needed. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check it out if you can, or at least look at the website. It has some pretty funny little photos and sayings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To avoid the crowds I headed down to Battery Park, though there were just as many people down there. It was gorgeous though. A great bike and running path all along the Hudson. The wind made it very chilly, but I enjoyed it and even jogged a little.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was gorgeous outside so a few of us hiked up Crowders Mountain. If you live in Charlotte and have never down this, you need to! If you look really hard to the right of the tree you can see the Charlotte skyline. It's no New York, it sure is little, but it's there!</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-1705718421504763132012-04-05T07:13:00.000-07:002012-04-05T07:13:51.657-07:00Sweating in New YorkI love this city more and more each hour. Seriously. Everything I do, everywhere I go, everything I see- it is remarkable.<br />
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I'm over halfway through the trip and get a little downtime now as I'm not working at the store anymore this week. Working there for three days was incredible. I literally had to pinch myself a couple times as I kept catching a glimpse of the streets outside and all of the people and remembering I wasn't in Charlotte, but in New York City. I even changed the mannequins in the window yesterday, which was super cool. So many people will see those windows! I was talking with some of the girls about places to do yoga here, and they were telling me about an instructor who is Lady Gaga's personal yoga teacher. Amazing too!<br />
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Tuesday I started my morning with a walk along the High Line to City Bakery. I tried to find the High Line one of the last times I was here, looked for hours, but never found it. (I was too close to the river.) So glad I found it this time. It was a gorgeous day too. I took tons of pictures, but these are my favorite.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is in lower west side walking to High Line.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It crosses the street. Pretty cool you can sit and watch the traffic below.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One of my favorite shots. It would be great to run up here but it's pretty crowded. I can only imagine what it's like in the summer months. Can't wait to see!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So the High Line in where old freight trains ran to avoid the street level. APparently no trains have been on it since 1980. The neighborhood came together to create the park. Pretty incredible, check it out. <a href="http://www.thehighline.org/">http://www.thehighline.org/</a></div><br />
I made it to <a href="http://thecitybakery.com/city-bakery.html" target="_blank">City Bakery</a> for breakfast. A bacon maple scone with hot chocolate and a homemade marshmellow. So delectable! It's Spring Break and I'm in New York City so I'm enjoying eating lots of rich yummy food.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After work Tuesday I headed back to the bakery to meet Allison and head up to Central Park for a run through the park. This was absolutely breathtaking. We ran 4 miles with a group, and ended up doing it very quickly. I was totally distracted by everything around me. I've been through the park but never like this. And there were SO MANY people. It was insane and I loved everything about it. It also made me really excited for doing training runs here for Marine Corps and eventually the New York Marathon.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This morning we were determined to make it to early morning class at <a href="http://www.soul-cycle.com/soul-east/" target="_blank">SoulCycle</a>. I've heard so much about it in and outside of New York. Even with a late night last night I made it this morning. It was a blast and the perfect way to start the day. </div><br />
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more delicious fAnne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-10048390809100945282012-04-03T06:29:00.000-07:002012-04-03T06:29:21.365-07:00New York City<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"The Uni-verse gave you your dreams and planted them in your heart. Any story or belief that you hold about why you can't have it is a lie. The Uni-verse has your back. The Uni-verse wants you to be happy. The Uni-verse made you to fulfill your purpose of living your dreams, giving your gifts and helping out and inspiring other people. Tell stories that back up your dreams - that enforce your gifts - that help you to thrive. THOSE stories are the stories that are TRUE and in alignment with your true nature."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">from: Mastin Kipp at <a href="http://thedailylove.com/">http://thedailylove.com/</a></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A friend of mine shared that blog with me a couple months ago and I read it every morning. It is always very inspiring. Today, it is especially. I wasn't really sure what to title this blog. So I went simply with "New York City." After this school year is over, I will be moving from Charlotte. My current response is, "to NYC or DC," but what I really mean is to NYC. The past year or so this has really grown to be a dream of mine, which I will elaborate more on later. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Yesterday I found myself working at a shop on Broadway in SoHo. This was unbelievable. Even six months ago I would have called you crazy if you said I would be doing that. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm here visiting friends and working because it is our Spring Break (I love Spring Break!) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">That's only a corner of the deck. And yes this place is right in the heart of Manhattan. It is a steal, for sure. I was reminded to not get my hopes up about where I live. Yes, I will be fine living in an itsy bitsy room. I actually look forward to it.</span><br />
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</span>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-66867309308840132182012-03-20T16:10:00.000-07:002012-03-20T16:10:31.748-07:00Georgia Half Marathon RecapI know you may have seen my facebook or twitter update already, but I was and still am really excited about this race! However, I wasn't excited about it until about half way through.<br />
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Saturday was St. Patrick's Day. I've lived in Charlotte for five years. Three St. Patty's days I've spent here in Charlotte and they are probably 3 of my top 5 favorite celebrations here. The two I spent away were spent in Atlanta, running. Last year was my full marathon, this year the half. I really miss the all day celebration. I decided I needed to get out and have a little fun so I headed to Piedmont Park with my brother and his fiance to meet my BFF Lauren. There were people everywhere. I really wanted to be a part of it: drink all day and night long, but after a few beers I decided to call it a day. I contemplated missing the race, but I had all these people who knew I was doing it! What would I tell them? I don't want to look like a quitter. Then I realized I shouldn't really care about what others think, but what I think, and I think I've never skipped a race before, and I'm not about to start. So, I went home, had a good dinner, and got some sleep.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Why I chose to wear cropped tights I'll never know. This race was HOT. Probably the hottest half I've ever run, next to Nashville in 2008. Even before the sun was up, it was hot. I thought, "I may just have to run in my sports bra," which I have literally never done. Fortunately, the trees and shade through the Atlanta neighborhood brought about a decent amount of shade. I ran with my iPod, which I haven't done in forever. Sometimes I would pause it to listen to the sounds of the race, but it was nice to have. I forgot my Garmin watch and my Honey Stingers! I was really not prepared. I knew it would be hot, and probably slow since I've only been running twice a week, so I wasn't out to set any records. My first mile was really slow. I never start out slow, but the first couple miles of the race were pretty packed in with people, and this made it hotter. So I just decided to not push through the crowds this time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I saw my dad at mile 2 (he is the BEST for taking me to the race bright and early and cheering me on the whole way!) and really only saw a couple other people I know. One of these was my high school cross country coach. I don't think he recognized me, and he'd never believe I was running my 9th half marathon. I ran CC in 9th grade and absolutely hated it. The races were something like 2 miles, and I dreaded every step. Needless to say, Coach Roberts was not very fond of me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So as the runners started to spread I set into my groove. I enjoyed running through Little Five Points, Grant Park, Fourth Ward, and all of the other neighborhoods thinking about who had the best cheering section. Just before Virginia Highlands the half and full marathoners split. Oh my goodness. I could not have been happier that I got to stay left. As I cheered and said good luck to the marathoners, I thought, "HOW In the world did I do this last year? 26.2 miles, really?!" (Though I can't wait to do it again in DC in October!) I'm just glad we lucked out with great weather last year. Sunday's weather was way too warm for 26 miles. It was here I spotted the lululemon cheer station, which of course got me all pumped up. As I waved they jumped up and down and screamed for me. I cruised for a few more miles and arrive at mile 10 with 1:34:00 on the clock. Ugh, I thought. I ran ten miles 1:31 a few weeks ago, oh well. THEN I realized when I started the race the clock read 4:20. I hadn't thought of this the whole time! It's really unusual for me to not me crunching numbers in my head, but for some reason Sunday I wasn't doing it. So I was under one and half hours at ten miles, and holy moly could perhaps finish in under 2 hours for the first time ever! Well then, I started pushing it. Like running through and around people, and pushing myself harder. The last two miles went through the GA Tech campus (There was some GA Tech nerd running with a Pi t-shirt on. Yes I know I love Pi day, but of COURSE he was from Ga Tech...) and downtown Atlanta. So much for the shady neighborhoods. Again, it got HOT. I was running and sweating and pushing up hills. Mile 12 I had less than 11 minutes to get to break two hours. Which I know is a while, but there's always that dreaded 0.1 of a mile. So I pushed it and pushed it and when I saw the finish clock I ran so hard I was sure I was going to throw up. (You can tell in my finisher pictures I'm not concerned about a photo. I am running hard. I look dreadful.) I crossed the finish at 2:03:32. Wow. I did it. I was too tired to use my math skills to do exact subtraction but that HAD to be a Sub-2. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was thankfully greeted with lots of water and a Publix towel that had been soaking in a cold water bin (felt so wonderful) but once I grabbed those I sped of to the results table. Then I got it: 1:59:13. I ran and found my dad and he gave me a big hug as I told him about my PR!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpWrItbTEVbzOZY4Eb5_lP_dDmDZauuzlrzctQTuK2ZpWjjX4WnYXnPlIrI33RcmzHxuOJDfCmlX6ubakzR_McHv-l3BXHm2l-O-G5VPgSUnr2pdOaHU_ToNkjl5N8CBZzOADtacL1YQf/s1600/IMG_0484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwpWrItbTEVbzOZY4Eb5_lP_dDmDZauuzlrzctQTuK2ZpWjjX4WnYXnPlIrI33RcmzHxuOJDfCmlX6ubakzR_McHv-l3BXHm2l-O-G5VPgSUnr2pdOaHU_ToNkjl5N8CBZzOADtacL1YQf/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dad snapped this photo with his phone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I couldn't believe that on a day when I wasn't trying, in fact didn't really want to be there, I had actually set a PR. I used to run 5 or so days a week and this didn't happen. I actually owe this to yoga, <a href="http://fightgonemad.com/" target="_blank">Fight Gone Mad</a>, and<a href="http://www.hilliardstudiomethod.com/" target="_blank"> Hilliard Studio Method</a> for helping me grow my muscles :-) I think those abs and ham strings are what got me up all the hills!!!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">After the race Sunday we celebrated my brother's birthday. It was nice to be around all of the family. My brother and his fiance adopted a German Sheperd puppy this week, and I could not wait to meet her! My parents have a black lab, and it was fun to watch them interact. The lab is older and not quite as playful, but still loved having another dog around.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWjN295mvUs-Kon5SbTDeYVOiccARzExiGXjNsNSN3mxc613wMRP23QEKfk8srqMm5ILloWd2yeSUQMx7_sIQhlQYSH3ekjeSuBY2aDgM3uzS4K7oEslN6tMj_68WZ8fEGXuOW2PZzzuqD/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWjN295mvUs-Kon5SbTDeYVOiccARzExiGXjNsNSN3mxc613wMRP23QEKfk8srqMm5ILloWd2yeSUQMx7_sIQhlQYSH3ekjeSuBY2aDgM3uzS4K7oEslN6tMj_68WZ8fEGXuOW2PZzzuqD/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yes she's a puppy. Big but 4 months old!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">My brother cooked ribs, which we enjoyed with sweet potatoes and salad. It was a deliciously filling post-race meal. Then we had, at the birthday boy's request, my mom's homemade pound cake for dessert. I was beginning to feel tired from the race, and full from the meal, but had to hit the road back to Charlotte. 3 1/2 hours in the car left me pretty stiff Sunday night, but I'm feeling much better today. My next half is just a month away, Racefest here in Charlotte, so we'll see how I can do!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">PS.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Totally off subject, but I was just given this book.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiRtnEnxWSKTqhukMzI_MUnlfimSM0pq4me47-LQaUlRlFfYBDEz8QZN7A9pBveGLx_JF67a_1YJSFZYiFo9Ho9unWpAfGrObF-frfvWiFkd1GTNaMqzPASN1Fzfl_JerX_Zfy_3ATGX0/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiRtnEnxWSKTqhukMzI_MUnlfimSM0pq4me47-LQaUlRlFfYBDEz8QZN7A9pBveGLx_JF67a_1YJSFZYiFo9Ho9unWpAfGrObF-frfvWiFkd1GTNaMqzPASN1Fzfl_JerX_Zfy_3ATGX0/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">It is about dating from a young guys point of view, and the author lives here in Charlotte. I started it today and will finish it tonight. It is hysterical and brutally honest. Check it out: <i><a href="http://www.werejustnotthereyet.com/" target="_blank">We're Just Not There Yet</a> </i>there's a <a href="http://werejustnotthereyet.blogspot.com/?zx=1c36bb9875a05f7f" target="_blank">blog</a> too<i>. </i>(there is a content warning: they like to curse.)</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-46204954529440424862012-03-07T21:47:00.001-08:002012-03-08T04:41:38.068-08:00Goals...One of my favorite things about being an educator at lululemon is the opportunity to constantly reflect on my goals. The first time I wrote them was in November. It's hard to believe that was four months ago. While four months isn't a crazy long time, a lot has happened since then. So I'm re-writing them tonight, and it is so exciting and liberating! It's wild to reflect on all the different directions I've been pulled, and the decisions I'm making now. When the New Year began, I knew 2012 was going to be a big year. And it is.<br />
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One of my first goals, and one I'm most excited about, is running my next marathon. My first came at an odd time of the year. Usually marathons are in the fall, but I ran my first marathon last March in Atlanta. So I wasn't ready seven months later to do another one. I watched the NYC and Chicago Marathon online, and it made me itch so badly for another race! The ideas of Chicago and Vancouver (Seawheeze) popped in my head, but aren't right for me now, mainly from a financial standpoint. I'm also in the lottery for ING NYC, but chances are I won't get lucky this year. (Fortunately I will be lucky enough next year. 4th time's a charm!!!) So I decided on the Marine Corps Marathon in Washington DC! One of my best friends ran it as her first marathon a couple years ago, and I know it's recommended as a great race. I knew registration was today, but I had no idea how quickly it would sell out. Thankfully I was encouraged by a friend to sign up right at 3PM (and thankfully that's during my planning period so no kiddies asking questions). The website was overloaded and I wasn't able to register until about 3:15PM. It turns out the race sold out in 2 hours and 41 minutes. That's unbelievable to me! The fastest marathon sell-out in the USA. I am so happy and so lucky to be a part of this! Now, if only I can get off the (yoga) mat and onto the road :-)<br />
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Here's a preview of his movie:<br />
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I'm hoping to see it soon! If you want a copy, most lululemon stores are selling them.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/B7XSGwCNVQg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Still can't believe I was lucky enough to experience this with my family. I can't wait to go back and do the full! Mmm the fresh fruit was so good!</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-80161184693100429922012-02-19T20:54:00.004-08:002012-02-19T21:09:01.341-08:00Who I am 11 ways.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">It's been over a month. Oops. I've been reading a lot of blogs lately to get my blogging back. I've noticed what's almost like a chain letter going on with the "11 Things" so I decided to do 11 unknown things about myself. Check out two other bloggers' "11 Things"- <a href="http://www.peanutbutterrunner.com/eleven-useless-facts-about-me/" target="_blank">Jen</a> and <a href="http://mealsandmiles.com/2012/02/16/11-random-things/" target="_blank">Meghann</a></span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;">5) I love Friends. The show. I have all 10 seasons and have seen every episode a bigillion (yes it's not really a number, and yes I am a math teacher) times. I could probably recite the last episode. I cry every time I watch it, even the times I watch it with commentary, which I do. One of my favorite lines ever is in the season 1 when the three girls are having a spend the night party. Phoebe is in her onesy pajamas and Monica says, "Pheebs do you have a plan?" Phoebe responds, "I don't even have a pla." I feel that way often.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2LwDlV1TpwlstaP3HsfPfi_xE38haZXSPuGTgxsUcGBWpUNyIplZnZ64Ns849DOOFims4wow5wXFLEkDOkURnEV63rHNBC8y6hxNHyo7aT83tzT_XuvptvQbdYYoKX_4cbrJlbGM2WCV/s1600/friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-2LwDlV1TpwlstaP3HsfPfi_xE38haZXSPuGTgxsUcGBWpUNyIplZnZ64Ns849DOOFims4wow5wXFLEkDOkURnEV63rHNBC8y6hxNHyo7aT83tzT_XuvptvQbdYYoKX_4cbrJlbGM2WCV/s320/friends.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: medium;"><br />
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Monday: Morning yoga at <a href="http://y2yoga.com/" target="_blank">Y2</a>, followed by afternoon yoga with my co-worker and her friend.<br />
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Tuesday: <a href="http://fightgonemad.com/" target="_blank">Fight Gone Mad</a> in the morning, short run and yoga at<a href="http://www.charlotteyoga.com/" target="_blank"> Charlotte Yoga</a> in the evening.<br />
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My friend Lauren taught at FGM. It was fabulous! 2:30 minutes after 2:30 minutes of intense core and full body workout. I had never done circuit training until I went to FGM. I was very intimidated by it, but I really like it because you set your own goals so it really doesn't matter what everyone else is doing.<br />
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Wednesday: SLEPT in the morning and went to a new instructor at Y2 that evening. It was hot vinyasa slow, not fast like I usually do. This was really nice, but just as hard. Holding poses is tough.<br />
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Thursday: <a href="http://www.hilliardstudiomethod.com/" target="_blank">Hilliard Studio Method</a> in the morning. I tweet about this place a lot. It's a pilates/barre studio and is the closest I'll ever get to "doing weights." 15 minutes upper body with handweights, 15 minutes pushups and planks, 15 minutes lower body using pilates ball and ballet barre. It makes me feel like I'm a ballerina. Amazing for muscles and posture. <a href="http://y1now.com/" target="_blank">Yoga One</a> in the evening. This is the studio where I first did yoga. It is hot and the music consists only of you and your neighbor's breath. Still love it there.<br />
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Friday: Back to Fight Gone Mad. The class this morning was crazy intense. No weights or machines were involved. It was a "mystery class" so we had no idea what workout we would switch to until it was time. It was three 5 minute sessions, with a different workout each minute, followed by one last 4 minute tabata series. The mystery workouts ranged from pushups to star jumps. The tabata was of burpees. I am not terribly great at these, but I pushed myself hard. If you're not familiar with tabata, it's a concept of very high intense workout for short periods of time, 20-10. 20 seconds on 10 seconds off for four minutes. I was dying at the end, and I'm going to be very sore tomorrow (when I finally head back out for a run.)<br />
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And then I went and posed by the FGM girl. Not quite there...<br />
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First this. When I started yoga four years ago (I can't believe it's been that long, nor that I've been in Charlotte that long) we had a special guest join us in class one day. This was <a href="http://michaelfranti.com/" target="_blank">Michael Franti</a>. I'm not sure if I knew who he was at the time, but I went home and downloaded some of his songs. I love this one. I hadn't heard it in a while, but it randomly popped in my head last night and hasn't left. It's called "Have a Little Faith."<br />
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My second yoga class today was extra great because I had stretched so much in the first class. My hips are super open and I love poses like pigeon, and even frog. I did both of these today, twice. And then I came home and drank a kombucha.<br />
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Embarrassingly, this sounds just like this:<br />
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I still laugh hard every time I watch this :-)<br />
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When I get in the shower after yoga I'm still into busting moves.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Namaste.</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-57251690299563408462012-01-09T19:17:00.000-08:002012-01-09T19:20:12.423-08:00Brotherly LoveIt's obvious I am an emphatic college football fan. That being said this post will be very slowly written as the Bama/LSU game just started...In the past two years I have grown to have more appreciation for the NFL. I used to pretty much strongly dislike it, but my mind has changed. I will go ahead an explain why so no assumptions are made. Two years ago I watched "Hard Knocks" on HBO and it featured the New York Jets. I absolutely adored Rex Ryan. Yes, I said it, not Sanchez. All he was to me was the quarterback from USC. Rex just has that passion and fire that I love to see in a coach. Sure people think he's ridiculous to always say they'll been in the Superbowl, and sure he has one of the dirtiest mouths ever. My problem with Coach Richt has always been he wasn't passionate enough in the locker room. At least I don't feel like he is. I feel like he's encouraging in a gentle way. Rex insists that they must get better. That they will get better. He yells and screams but he gets the point across. Anyways, I could go on about that forever, but that's my explanation for the initial attraction to the Jets. The whole Revis deal was pretty entertaining too.( A disclaimer here. The Jets didn't make the playoffs, Rex has had a lot of criticism lately, and people are suggesting he does need to reevaluate his coaching style. And I get that. But I think his personality is what's so passionate, so hopefully that won't ever change.)<br />
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So I headed up to Philadelphia to see a friend and go to my first NFL game- Jets vs. Eagles. I had never been to Philly either but was excited to be somewhere up north during the Christmas season. (The last couple years I've been in NYC.) I had seen some videos on youtube about this tree and an organ at the Macy's in downtown Philly, but this was so great to see in person, so festive. Notice all of the small children. There was a 45 minute wait to see Santa who was off in some other part of the department store. It was wild. Here's the video:<br />
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After the visit to Macy's I was lucky enough to grab some drinks with one of my best friends from home who recently moved up there. And she asked me to be in her wedding next spring :-) Later we had dinner and I met everyone I was going to the game with the next day. Super fun group of people. Then I got a taste of the late night scene in Philly. It was really fun, but with tailgating ahead I knew it shouldn't stay out too late...<br />
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Sunday was an early rise. The whole Sunday tailgating this is still kind of foreign to me. It's killer on weekends with college and pro football. I bundled up and headed to the game. And I do mean bundled up. I had on two pairs of socks, two pairs of gloves, a hat, two shirts, two jackets, my jersey on top, and two pairs of pants. I have to go back to the "jersey" statement. Never in my life did I imagine putting on a football jersey, like never. If you know anything about college football in the South, girls do not wear jerseys. Sun dresses all the way, no matter the weather. I know some people think this is outrageous, but whatever. So I rocked my #24 Revis jersey despite being told I may get harrassed like wild at the stadium. Tailgating was a blast. A good portion of it was spent in a car with heat, but it really wasn't too unbearable. Thankfully the wind wasn't bad. I was very impressed by the fact that all three stadiums/arenas are in the same spot.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The view from the top of the steps was gorgeous. The whole city and parks and everything. I would have loved the opportunity to run in the city. I've heard the marathon there is great!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-48334969072493033412012-01-06T19:06:00.000-08:002012-01-06T19:06:27.774-08:00Here's to a great 2007I started this post about two weeks ago, I'm finally finishing it...<br />
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Re-Gifting: I can honestly say I have never done it. Not yet at least, though I’m not saying I never<br />
will. I was told recently about a hilarious re-gifting story. Someone I know received a gift that<br />
was a bit outdated. It wasn’t awful, but they laughed thinking it was definitely a re-gift. The best<br />
part came at the bottom of the giftbag. It was a note that was written to the original owner of<br />
the giftbag. It went something like this:<br />
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Thanks for all of you guidance throughout what proved to be a rough year. I hope that you have<br />
joy and peace in the upcoming 2007.<br />
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This was hysterical! Not only was it potentially a re-gift, but it had been since Christmas of 2006!<br />
5 years! My thoughts are it was perhaps a leftover gift bag, though I have never kept a bag for<br />
five years without using it. Anyways, this got me thinking about where I was during Christmas<br />
2006, and where I am now.<br />
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Here’s a short list of what has happened in my life:<br />
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<ul><li style="text-align: left;">Attended the Memorial Day NASCAR race in Charlotte where I met with my future boss for a pre-interview interview</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Completed my final semester of college and graduated from UGA with a Marketing degree</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Moved to Charlotte and began working in Event and Retail marketing, with Wrangler as my #1 client</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Met Dale Jr., multiple times. This was my dream come true at that point in my life</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Met four wonderful people from England who I gladly entertained for 7 days, taking them to everything NASCAR you could ever imagine. (Unfortunately this was before the Hall of Fame was built)</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Had my first visit to Lake Norman with the wonderful group of new friends I instantly made when I moved here</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Encouraged by a co-worker to attend my first yoga class. Hot Vinyasa at <a href="http://y1now.com/" target="_blank">Yoga One</a> here in Charlotte. I fell in love.</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Financially supported myself for the first time ever, well almost</li>
</ul><ul><li style="text-align: left;">Cheered on my Georgia Bulldawgs during a phenomenal season with Stafford as quarterback. Auburn blackout and Florida field stomp were by far the best games I’ve ever seen in person.</li>
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(And that’s all just 2007)<br />
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<ul><li>Traveled to Daytona, Florida for 10 days. Besides meeting Dale Jr., this was really my dream come true. It was actually what I wanted as my graduation present from Georgia. I’m still amazed at how fast it happened. The company I worked for managed a race experience like no other. We attended every single race at the track that week, spent time on pit road and in the garage, had a brunch the morning of the 500 that was in attendance by several popular drivers, and watched the races from a suite at the Start/Finish line. Oh, and I got to do this again in 2009.</li>
</ul><div><ul><li>Cut 13 inches off my hair and donated it to <a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/" target="_blank">Locks of Love</a> </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Went to the Masters in Augusta.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Ran my first half marathon, Thanksgiving Day in Atlanta. Finished in about 2 hours and 15 minutes</li>
</ul></div><div>Not quite as exciting as 2007, but 2009 brought a lot</div><div><br />
</div><div><ul><li>Again attended the Daytona 500 </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Laid-off from my marketing job. Though it was a great first job, an incredible learning experience, and just what I wanted, getting out of this job was one of the best things that's ever happened to me. I wouldn't be where I was today if it didn't happen.</li>
</ul><ul><li>Soon after I took a trip to New York City. Thus began my love affair with NYC.</li>
</ul><ul><li>Ran my first Rock n Roll half marathon in Nashville. Improved my time by about a minute. It was unseasonably warm.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Thoroughly enjoyed my summer without a real job. Returned to lifeguarding after a 6 year hiatus. </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Applied and was accepted to UNC Charlotte for the Masters of Art in Teaching degree. Finally pursuing what I always really wanted to do.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Began part-time graduate program and got my first taste of teaching as a teacher assistant to 2nd and 4th grade classrooms.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Ran my third half marathon. Thanksgiving Day half was becoming as annual for the family as the Peachtree Road Race</li>
</ul></div><div>Twenty-Ten</div><div><br />
</div><div><ul><li>Kept up the running and completed my fourth half marathon in Phoenix with my high school friends. Fantastic trip overall marked by another PR. 2:03:13. Improved my time by 12 minutes in 14 months.</li>
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</div></div><div><ul><li>Addicted to half marathons- completed my fifth in Atlanta with a near PR. I was very pleased with this as Atlanta much hillier than the deserts of Arizona.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Decided to start P90X with my roommate. This led to me dislocating my shoulder. Long story. Most excruciating pain ever. </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Lost another job in result of school-system issues. </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Took my second math class at UNCC and was encouraged by my professor to try and teach math in middle school.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Continued my career of lifeguarding. It was at the pool I received a phone call and offer to teach 6th grade math.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>First year of teaching. Worse group of kids ever. I'm starting to think this is expected for the first year. I was told if I could deal with them, I could deal with anyone. And yes, now I love when they visit my classroom.</li>
</ul><ul><li>Decided to run a full marathon. I was very discouraged when Atlanta's Thanksgiving Day decided this would also be the year they would drop the full. So I decided to do the Thunder Road Marathon in Charlotte. Then my IT-band flared up, and my doctor told me, "Some people aren't made to run marathon." Uh oh, now he really had be fired up and determined.</li>
</ul><ul><li>I ran my 6th half marathon in Atlanta, injured. A lot of walking, but I was still very happy to be doing it.</li>
</ul><ul><li>Ran my 7th half a month later in Charlotte. That was originally when I was supposed to be running a full marathon. This hurt too. So much for resting the injury...</li>
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</div><div>Two Thousand and Eleven</div><ul><li> Beginning of the year was met with my brother's 30th birthday, first of my best friend's bachelorette party, and my Marathon.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Running a marathon. I don't really have the words to describe it. Breath-taking obviously. It was the most accomplished I have ever felt in my life. I was blessed to have my entire family and many friends cheering for me. My brother and his now fiance road there bikes nearly the whole way offering constant encouragement. My time wasn't what I had wished, but finishing was my main goal. I was on a runner's high for weeks.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Traveled to Big Sur, California with my family for the Big Sur Marathon Relay. Highway 1 had collapsed just North of Big Sur, so the route was changed to an out and back. Each of us ran a 4-7 mile leg along the cliffs and blue water of the Pacific. This was the most gorgeous run I think I will ever do. I hope to one day return and run the marathon.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Finally finished my first year of teaching. It was challenging and draining in every way possible, but exactly what I wanted. I knew I was in the right place. I was excited to begin year two. Thankfully I am blessed with an incredibly sweet group of students and the same wonderful and supportive coworkers.</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Completed my 8th half marathon in Atlanta with a PR! 2 hours and 15 seconds. Now if I can just get under two hours!</li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Began my part time job at <a href="http://shop.lululemon.com/home.jsp" target="_blank">lululemon athletica</a>. This has been more of a treat than I ever thought it would be. I have met some incredible people who share my love of fitness and an overall healthy lifestyle. </li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li>Attended my first ever NFL football game. Philadelphia Eagles vs. NY Jets. I have become a huge Jets fan. It was different from the college scene. A very fun, and cold, experience. More to come on this...</li>
</ul><div>2012. Well it certainly has not been a year of running. I know it's only the 6th, but I still can't make myself run. I've gone to yoga every day of the year though!</div></div><div><br />
</div><div>Looking back on all of this now I realize how incredibly blessed I have been. It's been an unbelievable five years. I'm even more excited about what the future holds.</div><div><br />
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</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-38222275801803791292011-12-31T09:06:00.000-08:002011-12-31T09:08:59.906-08:00Non-teachers who do yogaOh man, it's been over a month. Not good. This is very reflective of my life the past 30 days. Not much teaching done, and no running. Since my post-PR-half I've run one 4 mile run, and one 2 mile run. Ouch. Huge decrease in miles this month. While I only taught the first sixteen days of the year, I've taken this part-time job on big time! I've loved every minute of it, but it's been a lot of work.<br />
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Luckily, we developed 24 days of complimentary classes for our guests, and us too! This led to my abundance of yoga. Since November 28th I've done yoga 21 times at four different studios, one Zumba dance class, one outdoor bootcamp clas, and one Hilliard studio barre/Pilates class. And it's not over yet. Teaching will continue Monday, but I'll probably keep up yoga throughout most of January too. I'm registered for another half in March, so I suppose I'll have to resume running at some point. For now my body is loving the yoga, and I am too!Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-6855438154429947192011-11-30T19:22:00.000-08:002011-11-30T19:22:15.777-08:00Making the GoalThe 27th of November I realized how little I have blogged this month. I said I would write 8 more times before December, and this is the 8th! It hasnt been too hard, but like all things it took me setting aside time to do it every day. I've really enjoyed this, so I'm raising the bar of writing 20 times in December, and I can't wait! I'll be doing a decent amount of traveling, of course running, and more yoga than usual. I've practiced 3 times this week, every day, and each day at a different studio. I'm very excited about tonittow's yoga at Noda Yoga! My body feels so great, refreshed, and strengthened. I am looking forward to a good run this weekend though. <br />
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Overall I'm thriving off all of this goal setting. So much that I'm going to have my students write some new goals for Spring semester. It's amazing what writing them does! My goals are not only written, but printed and posted in the store. Talk about being for real! <br />
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So life, here I come. I can't believe it's December!Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-6406540227346035362011-11-30T19:14:00.000-08:002011-11-30T19:14:16.101-08:00O Christmas Tree O Christmas TreeLast night was the fashion show, tonight was the lighting of the tree in Rockefeller Center. This has been one of my favorite nights on tv for years. To go along with the Christmas tree spirit, my roommate and I bought our tree tonight! It's kind of short and stout but I love it. We had the guys trim the bottom of the tree. He asked what kind of stand we had. My response- a Christmas tree stand. I mean what was I supposed to say?! I then said its green and plastic and we bought it here last year. Well, I guess I should have been more specific, or maybe we should have taken it with us. That was my plan this morning, but I've been in a rush lately, so oops. Anyways, we got home after carrying it off my car, tried to fit it in the stand. We unscrewed the stand as much as possible, but it still would fit. The diameter of the trunk was bigger than that of the stand! We finally took the screws out and as hard as we could shoved the tree in the stand. It went in! But when we stood it up it was pretty dang crooked. We've tried to straighten it. I just hope I'm not woken up in the middle of the night to it crashing. <br />
Good news is Home Alone 2 is on tv for me to fall asleep watching!!!Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-19570004245872769912011-11-29T19:14:00.000-08:002011-11-29T19:14:09.165-08:00Jay-Z is in the building...I have 5% battery left on my computer, so this is going to be a quick one.<br />
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It's that time of year again! This week there are two things I'm super excited about watching on TV. One just started! The Victoria's Secret fashion show. Now I know a lot of guys love this, understandably, but so do I. I think it's because I imagine how fun it would be to be in it! Just to get all dolled up in fantastic outfits and winnnngs. There is absolutely no way I could walk the runway in those heels though. I would FACE PLANT. (I'll never really understand why the show happens during the holiday season, I guess to remind people to shop there...)<br />
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Second, tomorrow night on NBC at 8PM is the Lighting of the Tree in Rockefeller Center. This is one of my favorite things to watch on TV all year! And to make it even better, my roomie and I are going to buy our tree tomorrow night so we can put it up/decorate it while we watch this. We will probably be drinking hot chocolate too. (Don't worry pictures will come.)<br />
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There are great musical guests at both of these shows. Kanye and I think Jay-Z on the fashion show, and Faith Hill and others on the tree lighting. Hopefully one day I will attend the tree lighting in person!!!Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-25906891992256437432011-11-29T18:59:00.000-08:002011-11-29T18:59:09.950-08:00The BuddhaNo I'm not talking about the person, I'm talking about the restaurant. Fair warning, this has nothing to do with running or teaching, or even yoga. It has to do with the best Chinese restaurant ever. If you have ever met me or anyone in my family, chances are we've recommended it and even forced you to eat there with us. My family has been eating at this restaurant, <a href="http://www.goldenbuddhaga.com/gh/welcome.aspx?restaurant=1&location=decatur&note=1">The Golden Buddha</a>, since 1977 or 1978. So since before we were a family. When it was just mom and dad they would go together. Then they had one brother, and another, and then me. There's no telling how many birthdays we've had there. We use to occupy the table in the back right with the lazy susan on it. We haven't looked at the menu in at least 27 years. (I've don't actually remember looking at it. I probably just ordered what my brothers told me to.) I always get mongolian beef, soup (sizzling rice or egg drop,) and an egg roll. The egg roll is a MUST. The best egg roll ever, ever. They use to deliver it to our house when my parents probably didn't feel like dragging us out. They know us all by name. Coincidentally, the owners name is the same as my brothers. Maybe my parents named my brother after the owner. Hmm???? So what made me think of this was a voicemail I received today from my brother. He eats lunch there at least once a week, probably more like twice. He called me today so incredibly giddy to tell me the owner said his lunch would be free. FINALLY! He was so excited it made me laugh out loud.<br />
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So I will actually tie this into running, there is one thing I failed to mention in my detailed race recap. When we would go to Golden Buddha for birthdays my grandparents would always go with us. Whenever my grandfather would hug me he would always slap my bottom as I walked away, like hard. When I was an awkward middle-schooler I tried to not let him hug me because it was embarrassing and really did hurt! (But yes it was in a loving way.) So when I was running my heart out on Thanksgiving I looked up in the sky and said, "Come on Cop (that's what we called him, long story) give me a smack on the bottom and make me run harder!" And I'd like to think he did, and he helped me get that PR.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzP4VaIXPfUz6NZMFD-392BmdF2WlUsLtAlgLqyx3tmLZnwQn5JwMLF2Qm7z0D3GelIg0oxOlOSadVUukEhdBo6a8dkyAA8n4dXvS3pHz2-BLBa63FF7gdYJogDDRTYYrX6Ep47m9VTBt/s1600/ann85.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzzP4VaIXPfUz6NZMFD-392BmdF2WlUsLtAlgLqyx3tmLZnwQn5JwMLF2Qm7z0D3GelIg0oxOlOSadVUukEhdBo6a8dkyAA8n4dXvS3pHz2-BLBa63FF7gdYJogDDRTYYrX6Ep47m9VTBt/s320/ann85.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>That's Cop in the middle with our family at his 70th birthday party. And yes that's me in the totally sweet short jean overalls with an embroidered flower... ahh awkward middle school.Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-44666218435686903372011-11-28T16:18:00.000-08:002011-11-28T16:18:18.641-08:00Full belly, Sleepy eyes...It's 6:48 PM and I am in bed. No joke. Not sitting on my bed, but in it. I can barely keep my eyes open to type right now. While I enjoyed Thanksgiving break immensely, it may have been one of the best ever, I did not get enough rest.<br />
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Tuesday- drove to Atlanta in the scariest weather ever. Thankful for the safe drivers on the road and so happy when I pulled up to my parents. Especially because my oldest brother surprised me by being there AND they had my favorite Chinese food for me. This was probably my best and longest night of sleep. I slept like a rock until just after 8AM, which is very late for me these days.<br />
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Wednesday- This was a relaxing day. We wrote out a schedule of what food should be in the oven at what time, and how long this should stay there. This was to help my mom, who insists on writing every little thing down. Since dad and I were running Thursday morning I suppose she needed the help. I find myself doing things like this more and more, little lists everywhere. I am absolutely slowly turning into her :-) I went to bed not until 11. I usually try to get to sleep at least by 10 when I have a race the next morning. Ooops.<br />
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Thursday- Dad woke me up at 5:45AM and we were out the door just after 6. After my AMAZING <a href="http://teacherswhorun.blogspot.com/2011/11/20035.html">run</a> I was surprisingly full of energy opposed to the sometimes tired I feel. It wasn't until after we ate Thanksgiving lunch that I convinced my 6 year old niece I needed a nap. "Ok, if I win this game I get a nap," I told her. There was no holding back, I had to win, I had to nap, and I did. But not for super long.<br />
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We had to get up, head to the mall and see the lighting of the Macy's (previously Rich's) Great Tree! This is a long-standing tradition in my family. As my brother so eloquently stated as we were walking back to the car, "You know, I really didn't want to come. But now I'm glad I did. I'm really in the Christmas spirit now. I think I'm ready for Christmas music!" I probably didn't go to sleep until midnight or so...<br />
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Friday- Up and at 'em at 7:30AM to hit the malls by 8AM. I guess I got a decent nights sleep, but my body couldn't move. It felt this way all day, and by 3 or so I was exhausted from shopping and limping around. We went to dinner at <a href="http://www.murphys-atlanta-restaurant.com/">Murphy's</a> that night and I had dessert there followed by gelato. Talk about two days of eating a LOT. On the way home we checked out the Griswold's of my parent's neighborhood. This year you tune your radio to a certain channel and can even hear choreographed music. "Look at the trees dancing!!!" my dad said as we drove past. He lives for this kind of stuff, but let's be honest, so do I.<br />
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Saturday- I was up again early to head home to Charlotte. I missed the UGA/GaTech game for the first time in years, but I was ok with that. We still won :-) I worked afternoon/night at lululemon and was exhausted when I got home. However, I managed to stay up until almost 2AM blogging, tweeting, etc.<br />
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Sunday- Up early again. Advent started Sunday and this is my favorite time of year to go to church. I know I should go every week but it's just hard sometimes. This is the time of year I really try to make it ever Sunday. I even attended the early service because I had to be back at the store at 10:30. I was there again all day on my feet until 5 or so. As tired as I was, I was talked into yoga this morning at <a href="http://www.y2yoga.com/">Y2 yoga</a>.<br />
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Yoga class was at 6:30 this morning after not going to bed until midnight or so last night. I had never been to the studio but I really liked it! It was a hot vinyasa fast class. It was just that. I had to plop down to child's which I haven't had to do in a while, and even take a fill up my water AKA cool air break. It was a fantastic way to start my week though. I think I'm going to stick to lots of yoga this week (and early bedtimes!) and get back into running this weekend. I'm working on getting a better pair of shoes that don't make my heels bleed everywhere.<br />
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Goodnight! (Yes it is now 7:05PM :-) )Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-46440471333179257462011-11-28T15:47:00.000-08:002011-11-28T15:47:53.437-08:00"I'm Possible" ABDC- help my kiddos!This school year we have thirty minutes a day for what we call "Healthy Choices" time. The times rotate per day from outside time, to silent reading, to character education. In my opinion, all three of these are much needed by any middle school student. Today we had character ed, and we were focusing on this month's trait of Honesty. As a class, we chose one student who best represented this trait. After the class nominated seven students (out of the eighteen total) I had them put their heads down and vote. Each student was allowed to vote twice so more votes would be in the mix, and I hoped this would prevent a tie. It was a pretty unanimous decision for the class on who best showed Honesty. I was really excited this student won, because I would have picked him too. He's a wonderful child.<div><br />
</div><div>After that I was at a loss of what to do next. We had already written poems about honesty, and discussed and even acted out situations where honesty is most important. One of my students loves to act and sing and dance. He approached the class today with getting a crew together for American's Best Dance Crew. I've heard of the show but never really watched it. While 6th graders dreaming of being on this show sounds a little crazy, I ended up letting them put a group together and even practice some dance moves. I was very impressed with how much they REALLY want to do this. They came up with a pretty awesome group name (I'm keeping it a secret) and I was shocked and excited when we realized they were old enough to audition. I even got online for them to see when/where/how to signup and I couldn't find it anywhere. I told them I'd work on it tonight but I've had no luck. Does anyone have any idea how I could find this?? It would be fun to do something as easy as send in an audition tape. The kids are very passionate about this, so I'd love to help them live out their dreams :-)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Leaving with this quote that was on one of my teacher friend's board today. I really love it and can't believe I've never realized this before...</div><div><br />
</div><div>Nothing is impossible. The word itself says "I'm possible." </div><div>- Audrey Hepburn</div><div><br />
</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-27849446454603644632011-11-26T22:08:00.000-08:002011-11-26T22:13:52.759-08:002:00:35<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">I DID IT I DID IT!!!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Eight months after my first marathon I took on my 8th half marathon. It was my fourth consecutive Atlanta Thanksgiving Half Marathon. Three years ago this race was my first ever half, and I ran it in something like 2 hours and 17 minutes. Last year, well I don't even know if that counts... I was recovering from being hurt (IT band) and trying to continue marathon training at the same time. I registered for the 5K but when the 5K/half split came, I chose the half. I then proceeded to make it a 10 mile run, not 13.1, but with my horrible sense of direction in Atlanta, yes I grew up there, I managed to get lost and run about 12 miles. Anyways... Since my marathon I have continued running and racing, but have not been able to get a PR. The Peachtree Road Race was just way too hot, and I was not prepared for the hills. I was very frustrated with my finish there, and since then I've been pushing myself harder.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">I started running with one of my friends in a local running group. Talk about accountability?! Up at 6AM every Saturday morning. The truth is though, I love that. Then, I met and made another friend in the running group. And she pushes me, hard. She made me realize that I was capable of running better, faster, longer. So when I signed myself up for the 2 hour pace group at the expo this past Wednesday, I wasn't really sure if I could do it. But then I heard her telling me to. My previous PR is 2:03:26. So my goal for this race was to beat that, and my ambitious goal was to get under two hours. This has been a goal for a while but I really wasn't sure if it would be possible in the near future. After running with my new partners I knew I was capable. I was really more confident Mentally than Physically.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">So here's my recap...</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Dad and I headed towards Turner Field around 6:15AM Thanksgiving morning, leaving Mom at home to prepare the feast! It was a bit chilly, but we knew as soon as the sun came up it wouldn't be very cold. We were right. While I found warmth in the port-o-potty pre-race, I shed my throw away before I began and was extremely comfortable in my long sleeved shirt and compression tights. The sun was pelting down the whole time, but I think it gave me energy more than a heat stroke.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I crossed the starting line with the two hour pace group just in front of me. The group was going to run roughly 9:10 miles. I knew my best bet would be simply- run as fast as you can. I know negative splits are the way to go, but I knew to get my goal I just needed to RUN. So I pressed start on the Garmin and my iPod and set off. But my iPod didn't work. Total failure after making a MAGNIFICENT playlist. That which was "Thanksgiving 2011" became "Ride back to Charlotte 2011." It was dead! This has never happened to me before and I thought surely my race was done, but it was NOT! I again thank my running partners as running with them had made me used to running without music. I had all intentions of talking to (woo-ing) others during the race, but I think I was running too fast to do that. I will admit I sang in my head a good bit, not sure what but "Get Low" was definitely one. (Still stuck in my head from Bday Party Bus 2011.)</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I complete Mile 1 in 8:59. Pretty solid! Fast, but not too fast.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 2- 8:47 Past Olympic Park. It was all decorated for Christmas and I really wanted to go through it, but unfortunately that's not part of the course. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 3- 8:46 I think this is where I actually went ahead of the 2 hour pace group. PEACE OUT! Maybe not a good idea, but we'd see! This was also hands down my fastest 5k ever- somewhere around 27 minutes</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 4- 8:24 I don't think I've ever run a mile this fast in a race. I was just excited!!! My thought process was really, "Hey the faster I run now, the slower my miles can be at the end." Again I don't think that's how races are "supposed" to be run, but whatever. We were running over the interstate and I thought that meant we are at/past Atlantic station. Definitely not.</span> Again, I never have any idea where I am when I'm in the ATL.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 5- 8:44 Five miles in and still all under nine minutes. This was amazing... I guess I'll just keep running as fast as possible! And now I really am by Atlantic Station. I kept thinking, "Now I just have to go through a bit of Midtown, the Park, Auburn Ave and I'll be done!" That was making the race quite a bit shorter than it really was. I think my lack of never really knowing where I am keeps me moving and on my toes!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 6- 9:05 My fastest 10k at 55:06 (fastest before was Peachtree two years ago at 55:26) I even heard someone say, "Hey you've finished the Peachtree!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 7- 8:59 Ok good another one under nine minutes! But man I was getting tired. I could feel it in my hips. Of course the majority of the hills were yet to come...</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 8- 9:32 Oh My Hills... Pump the arms, Use those abs, Just DON'T walk. And I didn't!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 9- 9:29 A negative split, wow! But oh man that pain in my right heel! I had a bandaid on one place where my shoes had been rubbing, but this was a different spot. I had a bandaid in my back pocket too. But to stop and put it on and waste valuable, crucial seconds?! Absolutely not. I pictured blood rushing from my food. Oh well... keep on running!</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 10- 9:31 Ok so still around 9:30. Using my math skills this evens me out somewhere near 9:10, so still on pace for 2 hours! We ran up and around Oakland Cemetery as a guy running near me kept yelling, "I see dead people!" This gave quite a few of us a laugh. I pumped the heck out of my arms to get me up a few more hills.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 11- 9:37 I was getting warm. I had one glove on that hand was holding my other glove. My bare hand was munching on Honey Stingers, fruit punch flavored. I also owe this to my running partner who introduced me to them. Maybe they helped, I'd like to think they did. They also just taste delicious and DON'T get stuck in your teeth. I really was hoping to see my brother and hand him my gloved and head band. We were right by his house. But no brother...</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 12- 9:32 Another negative split after my slowest mile of the race. I was still on good pace overall and told myself to hustle! Less than one mile! I pictured myself at home being one mile from my apartment and just kept on running.</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Mile 13- 9:16 No way! Another negative split! How do I have all this energy? All this power?! Maybe the honey stingers, or maybe I just never really knew my limit and how hard I could push myself until now...</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">Last 0.1- 8:08 Down right sprinting... Apparently I was running so fast I was too fast for the cameramen at the finish line. I was running with peace sign fingers and everything, but there's not picture :-(</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;">So when it was all said and done I crossed the finish line nearly in tears. I couldn't believe I had done it. According to my garmin I ran 13.24 miles (stop weaving!) in 2 hours and 36 seconds, with an average pace of 9 min 7 sec miles. According to the race and the Atlanta Track Club, I ran 13.1 miles in 2 hours, 0 minutes, and 35 seconds. I didn't break 2 hours, but I have never been more confident than now that I can, and I can't wait to not try but to DO IT! I PR-ed for the first time since January of 2010 (2:03:26 in Phoenix, a super flat course.) I certainly "earned my turkey" and am still on quite a race high. </span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large; letter-spacing: 0px;"><br />
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</div>Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-82570941109850859512011-11-26T21:21:00.000-08:002011-11-26T21:21:19.652-08:00I WOO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeNcOe5pt-1Ap8wHPMz7C3cQ1yKwEkdOKSlTVBGLFLctsxtq5d-OQ9pJbSHyXEiUwaq0wD4GrfftyKbc96Ir5aiK-u-GwY8k9fUfe20Rv1Jr7A_n1p6yyiniAQHDty0NiOIj8XNgIn7J0/s1600/woo-hoo-211x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeNcOe5pt-1Ap8wHPMz7C3cQ1yKwEkdOKSlTVBGLFLctsxtq5d-OQ9pJbSHyXEiUwaq0wD4GrfftyKbc96Ir5aiK-u-GwY8k9fUfe20Rv1Jr7A_n1p6yyiniAQHDty0NiOIj8XNgIn7J0/s1600/woo-hoo-211x300.jpg" /></a></div>About three weeks ago I made a list of things I wanted to write about. That didn't work so well. Here I am three weeks later and it's, as of one minute, November 27th and I've only blogged once in November. I'm going to try and write 8 more times before December, nearly twice a day, so wish me luck.<br />
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I am VERY lucky to have recently become a seasonal part-time educator at lululemon athletica. If you have never been to this store, or purchased our product. DO IT NOW. :-) running, yoga, ballet, just hang out in the clothes! Once you put them on you will never want to take them off.<br />
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Along with my very favorite saying DO IT NOW, here are some other things I love that are found written and often said in the store...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Breathe Deeply, and appreciate the moment. Living in the moment could be the meaning of life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Sweat once a day to regenerate your skin.</span><br />
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I am also very fortunate to work with such a wonderful group of people at the store. Everyone shares a love of fitness and healthiness, and it's nice hanging out with people who share those feelings with me. I have also been encouraged to sit down and take time to think out my goals for the future.<br />
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This has always been an idea of mine, but I've never actually written them out in an organized fashion. Now, I am! And I am putting the finishing touches on them. It's crazy how real things are when they are written.<br />
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Along with goals, I am also focusing on my strengths. I just completed, literally five minutes ago, a strength finder assessment. It pulled my top five strengths, not saying they are WHAT I should be doing, but saying they are WHERE I am the strongest. They we Right. On. Target. My #1 was a Woo- winning over others. I'd say this is pretty spot on. I love being around other people, and could talk to any stranger put in front of me. This helps in situations where others may feel uneasy. I have always been told I'm easy to talk to, and this supports that as well. My other top 4 strengths (positivity, communication, futurist, and developer) ALL point me in the direction of teaching or sales/marketing. Ironic? I think not. What I do and what I used to do, what I can go back and forth with forever I suppose. They are almost one in the same. I make people feel comfortable (students in the classroom), look towards the future, talk a lot but in a way that others understand, and encourage others to find their strengths, putting a positive spin on almost everything. I am REALLY excited about reading more into my strengths and what I can do with them to excel the most in life.<br />
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Oh, and the Woo and Positivity also VERY often mentioned sports. Is this accurate? 110%. Go DAWGS :-)Anne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-14677218384699857652011-11-07T19:55:00.000-08:002011-11-07T19:55:37.068-08:00I want I want I wantI want to blog. I have SO much to write about, but I have so much to do. Grad school, I'm so over you.<br />
I want you to be over.<br />
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Running partners Rock<br />
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Goals<br />
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On to finish my work and then catch some ZzzzsAnne Callawayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722557852157316764noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2982632968623543372.post-81685319824575212792011-10-31T18:35:00.000-07:002011-10-31T18:37:56.571-07:00SuperheroThis is one of my favorite weekends of the year. While Halloween is not my favorite holiday, I enjoy it a lot. I LOVE dressing up for any occasion. Not like formal dress, but costume dress. My Halloween costume last year was phenomenal if I may say so myself.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7sFOxeOGwH5Wvqyxt76bqpcxLmnsb345oyr9oHJcTUC1dXCR8NgvJnBe9Eg1otpUPDzpPBd328hMTAFh8Mux5CQipLesnkkoRn4OQpNCPeZ1yu98HJ_audq1bnb0K4I1HQBwatR-nWUT/s1600/33656_570963063439_15802053_33553717_2819256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI7sFOxeOGwH5Wvqyxt76bqpcxLmnsb345oyr9oHJcTUC1dXCR8NgvJnBe9Eg1otpUPDzpPBd328hMTAFh8Mux5CQipLesnkkoRn4OQpNCPeZ1yu98HJ_audq1bnb0K4I1HQBwatR-nWUT/s320/33656_570963063439_15802053_33553717_2819256_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>I was really concerned about what to be this year as I knew I could not live up to last year. I decided on what I call my "German Beer Girl" costume I wore my first Halloween here in Charlotte. Unfortunately, I can not find the tool to hook up my camera to my computer so there will be no photo of that (didn't get one on my phone.) But, the other reason I love this weekend, the REAL reason I love this weekend: UGA/Florida game AKA the "World's Largest Cocktail Party." This was my second year not making it to SSI/JAX for the game, but I was still super pumped for it. On Sunday I saw a few UGA fans out and about, and I rolled down my window, and hollered a "Go Dawgs!" They appreciated this :-) I even smiled at one of my students today who was wearing a Gators sweatshirt. We won, so no need to scowl. We won!!!<br />
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I decided to also take part in a social media scavenger hunt Saturday before the game (ok ok so I missed the whole first half, but we were awful that part of the game so it was probably better for me to not see.) The scavenger hunt was sponsored by the Panthers and Allen Tate. My partner in the Scavenger Hunt, Kevin, decided we would be the "Honey Badgers," and I promised costumes. We definitely ended up looking more like skunks, but oh well.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok so here we actually had taken off the white boas that were running down our backs. They got way too in the way as we were running around the city. Keep in mind we had also run 8 miles at 6:30 Saturday morning. Here we're at Bojangles, or rather in a box of Bojangles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9rqcDERbFqMDsLZaxIIUcHQzSoZq3WZw4Q-XY4yN7vs879qUpy7P54NtlO_CMHpiQvQCzFzMUnL9mHn0his-E61rwGxqpwLIudeInUHSxGF6F0ZROTkOOW1bZ0wtTRaMenrkPM0TEazf/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9rqcDERbFqMDsLZaxIIUcHQzSoZq3WZw4Q-XY4yN7vs879qUpy7P54NtlO_CMHpiQvQCzFzMUnL9mHn0his-E61rwGxqpwLIudeInUHSxGF6F0ZROTkOOW1bZ0wtTRaMenrkPM0TEazf/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had to learn and perform a dance taught by the Panthers dancers.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We ended up getting 4th place out of nearly 30 teams! I was really excited and very surprised. We were at the after party and I was enthralled in the UGA game so almost didn't even hear them announce us as fourth place winners! We got a Panthers bookbag, hat, umbrella, and I got a football signed by Deangelo Williams!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I got some absolutely fabulous news after work today which I will share in a week or so. (Don't let the anticipation get to you too much.) Let's just say I'm inching closer to my dream. Then I was excited to go for my Halloween run! It was my last of the month, totaling my miles for the month to 80! I was out for about 45 minutes running in the midst of the trick or treaters. The costumes were all very cute, lots of superheroes. These are my favorite:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7f_ZE5V0y-5TsoAWlHA9NT-0mniL3rHwat0PC68q76dR96wMcv9eDIbNhTcMSH255znmBXqbZFxK_bqF_jXHDT-_MJqvpyWC1kDl5wMDN3QIx24o4WGgnTlARIr4u_Aj06-D0aAJPTx-/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv7f_ZE5V0y-5TsoAWlHA9NT-0mniL3rHwat0PC68q76dR96wMcv9eDIbNhTcMSH255znmBXqbZFxK_bqF_jXHDT-_MJqvpyWC1kDl5wMDN3QIx24o4WGgnTlARIr4u_Aj06-D0aAJPTx-/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Batman and Batgirl! I love my sweet family I babysit for and fortunately I caught them as they were heading out the door to get candy! I had a great run. I was full of energy and in a super super happy mood. I even snapped a shot of myself still rocking the pigtails:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh74RzvxDB9YLjyP4sajIHGK7qCYgukyYVNnpuefiAad15i5V_32hr-0esggV57RqT75eHiZWKO0AHw1ZLUd-br4uy-uhKtNpTIhgVDSqKgPC5fCMHIS90w2IIueL7CdEebBStMVPkQsugR/s1600/IMG_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh74RzvxDB9YLjyP4sajIHGK7qCYgukyYVNnpuefiAad15i5V_32hr-0esggV57RqT75eHiZWKO0AHw1ZLUd-br4uy-uhKtNpTIhgVDSqKgPC5fCMHIS90w2IIueL7CdEebBStMVPkQsugR/s320/IMG_0191.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Again, still very excited about the Georgia win!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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