Before anything else, I suppose I should explain the name. OUaL is an acronym – you know, Once Upon a Lime, not MY name. I do answer to phonetic attempts (“owl”, “ooo-all”, etc) and get a kick out of heritage/etymology inquiries, though.
That said, “Once Upon a Lime” doesn’t really have anything to do with anything. In college I swore I was going to write a book about the year I lived with four girls ***rest of details omitted for privacy/dignity reasons***. As most classic stories begin “Once upon a time…”, ours all began with a bottle and sliced fruit chaser and so the world’s most creative play on words was created.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, for those involved), I never got around to writing it and have since booze-amnesia’d most of the stories from memory. Blame the cheap tequila.
Anyway it worked out fine because that left OUaL free to use for this blog, where it has little relevance and continues to make people think I’m from some strange land with unpronounceable surnames.
Back in January 2010 I wrote the first entry in my ‘wedding planning blog’ - a blogspot terror even more random and less proofread than what you see here today. It then morphed into a ’keep in touch with the family blog’ when we moved to California, and then somewhere I became a little obsessed with running and that’s pretty much all I write about anymore.
Running hasn’t always been a part of my life – I grew up playing ball sports (volleyball, basketball, softball) and after hanging up my cleats after a sub-par college career on the diamond, I craved an outlet for my natural competitiveness and love for sweat.
the love of short black shorts and sleeveless shirts carries on. luckily the foam visor did not.
What began as a simple way to keep my waistline in check rapidly became what we’ll call a “very passionate hobby”. I ran my first race (a half marathon) in May 2009, my first marathon a year later, fought to break the 4 hour barrier in 2011, and found myself flirting with a Boston Qualifying time (3:35) in 2012. As I continue learning more and more about this OMG-I-HAD-NO-IDEA complex sport I fall deeper in love – with the daily challenges, big dreams, and obviously, the carbo-loading.
[ you can read more about my running story and race recaps HERE]
That said, my relationship with running is very love-hate. I struggle getting out the door just like everyone else, and can’t say that it’s always “fun”. But I continue lacing up, convinced that magical runner’s high is “just around the corner”, and write about all the ups and downs here.
- define “ups” : new PRs (personal record), falling in love with the track, perfecting the liquid carb strategy, running friends that make the world go round
- define “downs” : swearing off long runs forever, terrible race photos, the errors of ‘trial and error’ in liquid carb strategizing, considering ‘you didn’t shit yourself!’ a race success,
And while the majority of what you’ll read here takes place in my Brooks, I do make sure to keep a healthy balance in my life (isn’t that what all the healthy living blogs are saying these days?) Running marathons and TV marathons, salad and cupcakes for dinner, wearing pink and sweating like a dude, chasing IPAs with Nuun…
The point is, as the subtitle suggests, even though running is a huge part of my life, it’s the life between the miles that counts. Between the workouts, workdays, healthy meals, and pain-in-the-ass adult responsibilities are the parts of life we so easily forget to savor be thankful for. And I’m on a constant mission to find (and keep) that balance.
Especially the parts that include beer.
So enough about the blog – it’s an “about me” page, not an “about my blog” page, afterall.
I’m an Ohio transplant living in Southern California. The transition from severely brutal seasons, Carhart couture, and driving 35 minutes to the nearest mall to life in paradise was surprisingly pretty easy, but I still hold a big spot in my heart for that little ‘fly-over state’ out east.
In July 2011 I married the only person in the universe with enough patience and kindness to tolerate my extreme mood swings, quirky OCD, and domestic handicaps. Brian, sometimes referred to as Saint Bri or B makes intermittent appearances, but holds a constant presence as the “are you sure you really want to put that on the internet?” (attempted) voice of reason.
He’s my rock, and also the majority breadwinner so I’m obligated to say nice things about him.
[read about the wedding and all that hooplah HERE]
Let’s bullet the rest because probably you didn’t even read any of that and just scrolled to this part anyway…
- I’ve run 7 marathons – debuting at 4:25 (may ’10) and currently holding a 3:37 PR (apr ’12) – I’ve enjoyed “learning how to really run” this last year and will talk incessantly about it if you ask. And yes, I would like to run Boston someday.
- I ‘quit’ meat in 2006. Current status : Lacto-Ovo Pescatarian
- My top 2 Life Goals are to visit every MLB park and complete the beer mile. Lofty, I know.
- Both mine and Brian’s extended families live in NE Ohio. Yes, we’ll move back someday. (just waiting on global warming to do something about that “winter” thing)
- I’m a really slow reader and an awful singer.
- My favorite movies are Dumb and Dumber, Bull Durham, and anything with Bruce Willis
- I hate flossing my teeth and believe fresh contacts are one of the best feelings in the world.
- I totaled my first car the week before prom because I thought I saw my date drive by with another girl in the passenger seat (it wasn’t him) ((it was my friend’s grandma in the car in front of me))
- Our two ‘apartment dogs’ Frankie and Chico are pretty popular on my instagram account
So I think that gives you a pretty solid idea of what you’re getting into here. Lots of running – including “omg I hate running”, “I EFFING LOVE RUNNING!”, and everything in between ; beer ; making fun of Californians for complaining about the cold and not being able to drive in the rain ; more beer ; and trying to hang on to a winner husband despite my domestic handicaps and penchant for not showering for days.
Happy to have ya! Let’s be friends.