I’m With Cupid
Happy Monday, beautiful people!
I had particularly productive weekend, thanks in part to the Third Meeting of Yelp’s Haute Dumpling Club, wherein Yelpers met up to, you know, eat dumplings (my job is really hard to love, guys), but MOSTLY due to the fact that on Saturday I finally hit the pavement for the Cupid Run 5K at Mosaic District!
The wonderful Jessica, who I actually originally met thanks to this very blog, and now is a Brand Ambassador for Yelp, and I both wore our Yelp colors proudly. Perhaps a little tooooo proudly for one of us, actually…
Yes, those are Yelp “hot pants.” Yes, they say “Make me Yelp” on the butt. They are actually quite the hot commodity around these parts, hahaha.
ANYWAY. Part of my job is actually working out cross-promotional marketing partnerships with local events just like this one, so Yelp was actually a partner for this event! It was pretty awesome to get to do something that was both good for me AND good for my job! Plus, seeing all the runners out there with their Yelp sweatbands that we included as part of the race packets was heartwarming (which was good, because it was cold as BALLS out there that morning, hahahaha).
Alas, while I can’t say that it was a particularly triumphant return to the art of racing (I ended up stopping a bunch of times to talk with people about Yelp, plus, you know, there’s that whole thing where I’m pathetically slow anyway), I am still so glad that I did it. I can’t say that I’m still much of an avid fan of running in general, but the whole experience, the race spirit, seeing people of all ages and fitness levels banding together? I remember now why I used to like doing this kind of thing much more often! Plus, there was an extraspecialbonus of running into a blog reader while I was
figuring out how to breathe again enjoying my post-race complimentary hot cocoa (Hi Lindsey!).
The only sad part about the day? My Fitbit DIED right after the race was done. So even though I totally smoked all of my Fitbit goals and had like the most active day I’ve had in a long time, it basically just looks like a normal day. And how am I supposed to #humblebrag about my fitness level without being able to Instagram a screenshot of my stats?! Womp womp. But, let’s face it, if that’s the only thing that went wrong this weekend, I’ve got it pretty much made in the shade, don’t I?
It was a great way to remind me that, despite all of my moaning and groaning about how much I hate to work out or run or sweat or whatever, there really are a lot of good parts of being active. And, reading it back, I realize that is probably the most eyeroll-inducing sentence ever, but you know what I mean. Now if only I could bottle up the energy and aura of a race day crowd, mix it with some water, and put it in a spray bottle for when I’m whining and moaning and groaning about going to the gym. That’d be liquid GOLD right there!
Who knows? Maybe this was the jumpstart I needed to make way for another era of actual fitness-related activity for me. I do have this very strange, unfamiliar, foreign feeling right now that I actually — gasp! — want to go to the gym today…
…I don’t even know who I am anymore.