Does Social Media Make us Anti-Social?

Thank you for all of the nice comments on yesterday’s post! I should probably clarify (maybe more for myself than for anyone else), that this will not be my first race. I’ve ran two 5Ks and one 10K, but I usually just jump into it without training. This year I’ve been running more often, working on my pace and stride, so hopefully I’ll be more prepared. We will see..it’s only a week and half away!

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So, it was a little crazy at work yesterday. The receptionist was out sick, and a quick replacement was needed. Guess who gets to play receptionist when the original is out? Why, entry-level employees, of course (and I was one of them).

I took turns with a couple of other girls, so I was only up front (with plenty of windows, hence the people watching) for a little less than two hours. It was a little distracting, nonetheless. One of my tasks was to answer the phone. Seems simple, right? Somehow, it wasn’t.

I was suddenly worried whether I would say the right thing, take the correct message, or direct the call to the right person. I was trying to do my own work at the same time, so that only made it more stressful. When I got back to my regular desk, it stirred up an interesting conversation in the office. Does social media make us anti-social?

Or crazy??…

I sit with a group of writers at work. We’re on our computers all day long, ear buds in, instant messenger service up. Even if we want to talk to the person sitting five feet away from us, we are most likely to do it through Facebook, Twitter, or the office messenger service. We rarely have to have face-to-face conversations, and never have to talk on the phone. This is why, yesterday, when we were asked to sit up front and talk to people in person and on the phone, it felt like a whole different world.

It makes me kind of sad. I’m getting so used to conversing with people through social media, and get tongue tied when I don’t have time to sit and think about what I’m going to say next.

Do you think social media makes you less social?

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The Day I Actually Liked Running

My whole life (well, my preteen life up ’til now), I have wanted to be a runner. I’ve admired those girls that gracefully jog along the sidewalk, bleach blonde ponytail swinging back and forth, running shorts and tank top perfectly in place, while passersby admire…

Okay, okay… so maybe that’s only in the movies. The thing is- I’ve tried running. I began the track season in 7th, 8th and 9th grade, but never made it past the “conditioning” stage. My knees hurt, my ankles were swollen, and I was convinced that I had shin splints. It could’ve had something to do with that fact that I was wearing shoes  a 1/2 size too big, and the only exercise I was getting prior to the season was in the form of walks with my mom and dance classes, but nonetheless, the only thing I proved to myself (so I thought) was that I was just not cut out to be one those “those” runners.

And since then, running and I have had an off and on relationship. Sometimes I like it, sometimes I don’t.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that most of this is just mind over matter. Running is as much as a mental sport for me as it is physical, and I have to be in the right mindset to enjoy it. Read: Last night I did 3.7 miles of walk/run intervals (using the Galloway method) at the gym…and I actually enjoyed it. A lot.

Then, this morning…I did this:

Yes, I signed up for an 8K. And it’s a little less than two weeks away.

It wasn’t a complete spur of the moment thing, because my sister and I have been talking about running some kind of race for awhile now, but last night’s gym session just gave me the extra push that I needed to sign up.

So, it’s official. I will be running that race in two weeks, and I will enjoy it :). It’s not a half marathon, and it’s not a marathon (heck, it’s not even a 10K), but it’s a goal that I’ve set for myself, and I’m going to accomplish it. Thank you, Colleen, for the inspiration :) (she just signed up for a half marathon!).

Since I will not be running tonight (my leggies are a little sore…), I am going to go for a walk and enjoy my free time with Jordan. Have a great evening!

Do you enjoy running long distances?

Are you signed up for any races this fall?

 

 

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The Dreaded Monday

This weekend I…

Drove six hours round trip for a bridal shower.

Attended my friend’s bridal shower (and still can’t believe that the wedding’s less than five weeks away).

Spent time with my cousin, who was visiting from Michigan (and is also getting married- in less than three weeks- even harder to believe).

Recycled photo- from her bridal shower

Ate more meat than I’ve eaten in weeks.

Drank sangria.

Worked out for a grand total of 25 minutes.

Went to church.

Ate ice cream, a cupcake, M&Ms and skittles (but not all at one time).

Did two loads of laundry.

Saw “I Don’t Know How She Does It”- and wasn’t very impressed.

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Attempted to catch up on sleep after waking up at 5am for said trip to bridal shower.

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All in all, it was a good, but tiring weekend. And now- the dreaded Monday.

Where I will pull myself out of bed in an attempt to get ready for work. Where I will throw together a random lunch because I didn’t prepare one on Sunday. Where I will pout on my drive to work, wishing that all weekends were three days long.

It doesn’t really matter how I feel about Monday though, because like it or not, the day has come. The good thing is, I have something to look forward to. In five days, I will be on the road to Michigan, attending my cousin’s bachelorette party, and spending time with family!

In the meantime…it’s time for me to start my day.

Happy Monday, friends ;).

Do you look forward to Mondays, or do you dread them?

If we had three-day weekends, what would you do with 24 extra hours of free time?

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I Think I’ll Keep Him

Sometimes, the toughest situations bring out the strongest version of ourselves. A self we didn’t even know existed.

Sometimes, a difficult situation can tear a person apart. Or, it can bring people together.

Sometimes, a sad time is just what a person needs to realize who matters the most in their life, and why.

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This week was one of those times.

I think I love Jordan more than I ever have before, in our 2 years and 8 months of dating.

Going through a tough time together, allowed me to see him, to see us, in a whole new light.

I love him more than I ever have before. And I don’t care who knows it ;).

Do you think that going through a tough time with a significant other/friend/family member makes you a stronger pair in the end?

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