On Tap for Today

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Today: My fairy WODmother. {and a Reebok #getafterit giveaway}

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]The downside to being an adult is that when something breaks, you sort of need to fix it (or in many cases, have it fixed… because you don’t always know how to repair machines).  Our water heater peaced it on Monday night, making for several cold showers, one very hot shower taken at my parents’ house, an excessive use of deodorant (I am convinced cold showers do nothing other than lower one’s core temperature), and some general crankiness this week.  On Thursday night, we came home to a freshly replaced water heater… aaaand a freshly broken kitchen sink.  The plummer giveth, and the plummer taketh away.  And he leaveth dirty footprints and greasy paper towels all over thine condo.

I don’t really understand how any of this happened.  I just know that it annoyed me.  And that I got a headache.  I fought the temptation to wallow and I checked the mail instead.  Of my many quirks, an obsessive need to check the mail is right up there with my obsessive need to check the weather.  Incidentally, I don’t think it was supposed to rain on Friday.  But it did.  With just twenty-one days until we get married, I live for the sight of a response card (or twelve) tucked in among the bills and magazines.  Thursday night’s mail was slim on responses, but included a package from Reebok.   I like to think of the brand as my Fairy WODmother.  I opened the box to find two new CrossFit Tri Blend tops, one with short sleeves and the other with long sleeves.  This was just the kick in the pants short shorts I needed to get out of the faucet-less condo, and into the box.

Both tops fit perfectly.  I tend to wear tank tops to class, but knowing that the garage door at our box would be open, the temperature is dropping, and I was still recovering from my last cold shower– I opted for the grey long sleeve.  It’s lightweight but still warm, it stayed dry throughout a tough workout, didn’t itch at all, and was really comfortable.  I had my first attempt at rope climbs last night, and I think wearing long sleeves definitely helped protect my arms.  I added a whole 25lbs. to my high bar box squat PR (since my first attempt two months ago), cranked through 100 kettle bell swings and 50 ring dips (with a blue band).  As I’ve said before, the clothes don’t make the athlete, hard work does… but wearing perfectly fitting, high performing fabrics definitely helps.  Need proof?  Ask me about the time I ran a 10k with a wedgie.  Needless to say, I can’t wait to break out the short sleeve top this weekend.

Because my Fairy WODmother is extra generous, I have a little something to share.  If you were at Healthy Living Summit 2012, Fit Bloggin or other events, you may have seen the Reebok team outfitted in eye-catching  #getafterit shirts.  These shirts are now available for men and women online, and I have one women’s top (size M)  to giveaway.  To enter, please let a comment below.  I will select a random winner at the end of the day on Tuesday.

UPDATE:  This giveaway is now closed.   Congratulations, Caroline!  And many thanks to everyone who entered.


Caroline: I saw so many #getafterit’s at the Tufts 10k…even tried keeping pace with one (literally got after it)! I would love to sport my own…thanks!

[For the record: I received these Reebok products at no cost.  I was not compensated for my review of these items, and my opinions are entirely my own.  I write about brands I respect and enjoy, and Reebok fits this criteria.]

Also On Tap for Today:

How are you planning to get after it this week?


Today: North of the border.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Sometimes I think I should have been born in Canada.  It would explain my natural affinity for the cold,  general politeness, hockey, the French language (even if oui is pronounced ouais up there), and umCanadian people.

My parents recently returned from a trip to Prince Edward Island to visit Anne of Green Gables celebrate their anniversary, and seeing their photos and hearing about their vacation only confirmed my strong belief that I would make good Canadian.  I mean, I love churches and potatoes and flowers and fields.

I traveled across the border several times as a younger person, for various reasons:

  • A French immersion trip to Quebec City, during which I swore I saw a dead penguin frozen in the St. Lawrence river.  My genius-ness apparently does not extend to geography or biology or whatever subject would have prepared me to know better.
  • A jazz festival and competition in Toronto – I wore my itchy wool select vocal jazz choir sweater (if that doesn’t scream the coolest, I don’t know what does) to the top of the Sears Tower
  • Spring Break 2003 (or whatever year I turned 21) in Montreal
  • I went to Niagra Falls once, too… maybe on the way to Toronto?  Who knows.

I’d love to revisit each of those places as a grown-up, especially now that the jazz sweater is long gone.  An adventure in the Maritimes and a trip to Vancouver (preferably if the B’s were in town for a Stanley Cup replay) are on my Canuckit List.  That’s like a bucket list, but for things in Canada.  Also on that list: appearing on one (or any) of the HGTV shows filmed up there.  Even if it was just to bring coffee to the set, or something.  Maybe offer my opinion on fabrics.

I like when people say reno.  It makes home renovation sound so lovely and effortless, and not at all like having a man in jean shorts wallpapering your living room, while standing on a ladder directly in front of your air duct so that his 80’s singalong can be broadcast at full volume into your bedroom where you’re working from home (to supervise the construction, you’re no stranger to hard hats) and not conveniently, on a conference call.  Hmm.  Maybe I’d have to improve my ‘tude a bit before gaining citizenship up there?

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If I got to choose, I’d totally want to be on Sarah’s House.  I think Sarah Richardson is just the cutest.  She seems kind, thoughtful, earnest, hardworking, friendly, a little silly, and therefore, 900% Canadian to me.  I think her sidekick Tommy and I would get along famously, as well.  I was home the other day folding laundry (the glamour of my life abounds) and happened upon a Sarah’s Cottage marathon, featuring re-runs of episodes that (according to my DVR), originally ran in 2009.  Side note: I refuse to watch television in real time anymore.  Can’t deal with the political ads (that’s another post for another day).  I hate commercials with talking and/or dancing babies, too.  So creepy.

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Anyway, I am rather glad I saved four whole episodes because there was so much to love about Ms. Richardson’s complete overhaul of their family’s summer cottage.  I want to paint floors.  I want to monogram cabinet doors.  I want to have our towel sets embroidered with numbers.  I want whatever a “bunkie” is.  And I want Sarah to choose every paint color, every stitch of fabric, every wall sconce and every piece of furniture that we bring into our next home.  Wherever that may be.

..likely in the United States.  Harrrumpf.

Also On Tap for Today:

If you could live anywhere (including Sarah’s cottage in Canada, obviously), where would you land?


Today: The bookshelves of my dreams.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false] I have been dreaming of these bookshelves all my life.  And now they are in our condo.  I am in nerd heaven.



Moments before taking the first photo, Nick and I shared a moment of panic, having found a paint color we preferred over the color the contractor had already (expertly) slapped on the wall.  We had just run 18 miles and were probably in no shape to be making decisions, let alone engaging in manual labor.  But when Martha Stewart speaks to you through the medium of Lemon Ice in eggshell finish, you listen.  So we went to Home Depot for the sixtieth time this year, bought a quart of paint and some sort of painting kit, climbed up a ladder and (amateurishly) rolled on a new color.  Before that first coat had dried, it was obvious that we had made the right choice.  And as I leaned back to admire my handiwork, I nearly plummeted from the ladder.

Moments after taking this last photo, I found (yet another) bin of books that were tucked away during construction.  By some miracle of Roy G. Biv, we had exactly the right number of books with exactly the right color covers to fill out all of the shelves.  I felt quite proud of myself.   And then I nearly tumbled from my step stool.

I really need to grow a few inches, for safety’s sake.  And probably get a life while I’m at it.

Also On Tap for Today:

If you were to stock your shelves with a few new books, what would you be reading?