On the Way to Becoming Me

Last May, I purchased my first pair of running shoes.  I went to an actual running store to be properly fitted, and I determined right then and there that would start running.  Just to give you a little background...I'm not what you would call athletic in the least.  I didn't participate in sports while growing up, and quite frankly I really didn't even like going outdoors.  Who wants to sweat when you can be inside reading a good book?  Well, these wonderful running shoes probably sat on my shoe rack for a good five months.  Occasionally, I would take them out for a "spin,", but for the most part they were just another item added to my list of fitness gear...until my 39th birthday, that is. It's funny how being on the precipice of a new decade in life changes your perspective.  So, last year when I turned 39, I decided that this would be the year that I finally got myself together.  Like for real this time.  No joking.  No ex...

I must admit I've spent way too much time on Facebook this summer.  Confession...I have a Facebook tab up right now as I type this post.  It's not like it's a crime or anything, but IMO it is a total time sucker-upper (if there is such a word).  What is it about scrolling through your news feed, liking posts, watching videos and reading your friends' vent sessions that keeps us coming back each and every day, hour on the hour, minute by minute?  Why is it so addicting? I don't have a beef with social media.  Really I don't.  I use it, and I know it's what we do now.  It's cool!  But, part of me despises it for the hidden competition that it initiates.  You know...the #mylifeisbetterthanyours type of competition.  I call this the "Faces of Facebook."  I mean it's all really a facade, right?  We only see a snapshot of what our peeps want us to see, but this quick view can cause you to feel some kinda way...if you let it. ...