Life, Lately

I already have a post with that title but I don’t care because I think it’s catchy, it’s an easy to read and write format, and it reminds me of my (once almost obsessive) girl crush Chelsea Handler.

chuy

That time my sister, Lauren, and I met Chuy at the Chelsea Lately taping. Visitors to Casa de OUaL get only the top-tier star treatment, you know.

So anyway, here’s what’s been going on in my world.

Jinx, You Cocky “Never Get Sick” Motherfucker

For like a week I battled this tickle-the-back-of-your-throat-until-your-eyes-well-up-and-you-finally-dry-hack-to-make-it-stop cough that just would not quit. During that time I claimed with all the conviction in the world I wasn’t sick, “it’s just a tickle thing” and slept on the couch because oops Brian wakes to nonstop night coughs easier than I do. The day it finally eased up I went to bed early, so eager for a full night of sleep for the first time in like, 9 days. I woke up at 3am barfing my brains out with food poisoning. Oh and Brian was out of town. Being miserable and whiny without anyone to acknowledge your pity party in person sucks. Almost as much as trying to walk the dogs when you can’t keep bodily fluids where they belong. All that aside, the worst part is that I must’ve given it to myself since I hadn’t eaten out the days prior, and can’t pinpoint the culprit. I’ve been living in fear of eggs, romaine, peanuts, tomatoes, yogurt, bottled water, clementines, and canned tuna since.

sick

sick 2

nurse dogs, or “seriously woman when can we go outside for more than 60 seconds at a time?” dogs?

Feeling Better? Ok Good [CRAAAAAASH]

This Monday, I finally woke feeling healed of all my cough, faucet nose, and food-scorned insides, and jumped out of bed before my alarm ready to conquer the world. Nothing, I repeat NOTHING, makes life more rosy than spending extended periods of time laid up in bed against your will. I skipped off to my chiropractor for some more body work and let him go to absolute torture town on my hamstring, after which he gave me a gold star for both pain tolerance and injury progression. I’m down to as-needed visits instead of every-other-day, and am feeling loads better. I left the office so cheery (uncharacteristically and obnoxiously, I should add) that I wasn’t even dreading my next stop – the dentist. I got in my car, a head-bobby singalong song came on and I rolled the windows down to let the outside world contagion my good mood, when BAM!

CRASH

if you know me, the idea of me having a smily sunshine license plate is probably too much hilarity too handle

Hey guys, did you know you have to wait for oncoming traffic to clear before you can make a u-turn? This guy didn’t.

No one was hurt and the damage was minor luckily – no, not luckily, it was all minor because I was able to slam on my brakes from 40mph to almost a complete stop and steer away from a direct collision because I pay attention to the road and know how to drive a damn car. I knew it was only a matter of time and odds before one of the idiotic drivers plaguing our streets took me as a victim, and I guess I should at least be grateful he had insurance. Anyway, it still sucks to deal with. Plus the asshole totally took the sunshine and rainbows out of my happy sail. And he didn’t even say sorry.

New Trails

One of my favorite parts of mine and Emily’s drive across the country last summer was the hunt for places to run. Spotting a trail or bike path from the road, pulling over, lacing up, and starting the watch before a second thought even clicked. Endlessly scouring Google Maps for a green blob with enough little trail lines to log a few miles. Running right-hand laps around a hospital in Rapid City because it seemed the only “safe” place during Sturgis.

Those runs – even though they may have been painful, boring, or uneventful – I’ll remember forever. The adventure added so much more than the miles in my training log.

I’m trying to instill a little more of that adventure into my runs now. Sure, sometimes they’re a bust and I end up driving to the gym when a spontaneous route ends up super sketchy or non-existent, but sometimes they’re just what the burnout doctor ordered.

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this path

this IG comment was intended to be about life in general, but the literal application is too much to deny

Lesson learned: Always keep a sports bra and running shoes in your car. You never know when a pretty little trail might reel you away from your plans.

Sarah OUaL

Things That Are Harder Than Running a Marathon

(A working list)

- Driving on any California Highway during rush hour without swearing. Or really at any time of day

- Saying “no” to Girl Scouts during cookie season

- Watching a race in your neighborhood and not getting to participate

- Not singing along to Journey

- Wearing white without spilling on yourself

- Leaving Target for less than $50

- Learning Japanese, probably

- Captcha codes

Of course, it’s been a minute (er, almost two years?!) since I’ve completed a 26.2 mile race, so maybe my memory’s a little off. Any recent marathoners care to chime in?

In conclusion, here’s an irrelevant but adorable photo of Frankie and Chico because it’s Friday and it’s my blog.

dogs in bed

And a classic Addam’s Family clip because it actually is relevant and young Christina Ricci is the best

 

Happy weekend, racing, and long running, pals.

Sarah OUaL

Date Night–Beers and Jerrod Niemann in OC

I’m not a reality tv watcher (please, just don’t even get me started), but I tried my best to live-broadcast mine and Brian’s date last night two nights ago all over the internet. It was a spontaneous plan thrown together and it was so glorious I thought the whole world needed the play-by-play. Do you accept this rose beer?

It all started last weekend when I saw on twitter that Jerrod Niemann was having a cd release party a few towns over, and was bummed because I was scheduled to work that day (Wednesday). But on Monday a coworker asked to switch shifts and I’m all, “sure, I can help you out, no big, oh you don’t have to owe me one really it’s cool, you’re welcome… (YES I CAN GO TO THE CONCERT!)” and got way super excited about it. Brian plays softball on Wednesdays, but I figured if I couldn’t find anyone to go with me I’d just fly solo. I’m an independent woman, damnit! And I just really love country music and how cool “album release party” sounded, so, I was going. Plus I had some killer new boots just begging for a hillbilly debut.

Conveniently, Noble Ale Works was releasing one of their limited-edition IPAs that same day, AND it was forecasted to rain, so Bri bailed on softball and we filled our pre-concert itinerary with delicious local beer and food truck sushi. What? Not normal?

date night beer

After procuring a few pints and bottles at Noble, we headed out towards the newish Bottlelogic Brewing which womp womp, isn’t open on Wednesdays. Like the rational and flexible person I’m trying to be, [warning, run-on sentence ahead] we emergency contingency planned without any Type A meltdowns and after a quick hop on the highway made it to The Bruery for a flight and the seedy as fuck liquor store next door that has easily the best craft bottle selection I’ve ever seen. [end run-on.] If you’re ever in Placentia and needs some motor oil, stale pork rinds, and some hard to find beers, hit up Mr. K’s Liquor.

After all that, we finally headed down to Santa Ana for what I envisioned was going to be a low-key, mic-and-stool, short set “bar concert.” We walked up to the HUGE Yost Theater about 30 minutes after doors opened, and kid you not there were 300 people in a line wrapped around the building. Young kids, middle-aged couples, department store boots, boots with actual shit on them, rhinestone flannel, flannel with marlboros in the chest pocket… It was like someone put the cast from Laguna Beach and the FFA chapter from my high school in a blender and spat them all out together on the sidewalk of downtown Santa Ana. Worlds collide!

I was feeling very out of sorts, like what is this weird Twilight Zone we’ve found ourselves in? but then it started sprinkling and the entire queue erupted in cries and complaints and running for cover under overhangs and I realized I was most definitely still in Southern California.

date night yost theater jerrod niemann

too shy to use the flash for my double-fisting selfie

date night boots

and the $15 TJ Maxx clearance steal money shot

Once we got inside we proceeded directly to the bar to double-fist PBRs and headed upstairs to the balcony for a prime viewing spot away from the commotion. We posted up in a good spot and watched the jam-packed dance floor move in complete sync to complex line dances I never knew existed but suddenly desperately wanted to learn. Anybody want to take lessons with me? Could be fun (-ny)…

So like, 30 minutes before the concert a clipboard/headset lady came up and told us we had to leave our perfect perch because they were having a “VIP session” in that area. She told us to go all the way downstairs, but the people one level below us weren’t getting kicked out so we shimmied down a few steps and just stood there until we could swoop back up to our primo spot.

No shit two minutes later Brian yells over my shoulder, “what’s up, Jerrod!” and there goes Jerrod Niemann walking the steps right behind me. He did his little VIP meet-and-greet thing for a while, then headed back our way to go down to the stage. I put my hand on the glass partition between the two levels (fun no-cares drunk Sarah was in attendance) and he reciprocated with a high-five and a pat on the shoulder as he walked by. Bri tried to get a pic but the flash slowed the shutter down so much all he got was a blurry shot of the back of his security guard’s head. Underexposure beats no photo, folks. Turn those flashes off.

Don’t worry, I got my #proof elsewhere.

date night jerrod tweet

Twitter, why are you so good to me?

The rest of the night was awesome – he played for about 90 minutes, a mix of new album stuff, old hits, covers (Cash, Sublime, Marley, whaaa), and dueling fiddled their guitars for Devil Went Down to Georgia. Expectations – exceeded.

date night jerrod niemann

$30 for two tickets and a cd, $4 to park, and many $3 beers… yup, Date Night was a success, indeed. Thanks for the party, Jerrod.

Sarah OUaL