1. Why do you call your blog Shut Up and Run?
That's easy. So many of us sit around wanting to become fit and/or lose weight. We read, we write plans, we contemplate, we go to therapists. Problem is we're thinking too damn much. We need to make it real simple real fast and just get out there. Shut Up and Run is my way of saying, "Stop making excuses for your life not being what you want it to be and get out there." I try to take my own advice.
2. Did you really start running 8 years ago?
Yes and no. Before September 2008, I ran about 12 miles a year. Yes, a year. I would go out for sporadic jogs of about 2 miles and then try to run a 10K every other year, usually doing that in over an hour. In my opinion, I didn't truly start running until I was running consistently and it had become as much of my life as brushing my teeth and changing my underwear.
3. You seem fixated on bodily functions, why? Isn't that gross and inappropriate?
Let's get real. Everyone poops, farts, vomits, pees, sharts. The shart is my favorite because it's such a surprise. Sometimes we do these things in the most inopportune of moments. But, we all do it. I like to tell my own stories to let people know they're not alone. I do it for the greater good.
4. Why and when did you start blogging?
My first post was January 31, 2009. I don't know why. It sounded like a good idea at the time. I like attention and I like to write. I figured writing about my running might connect me to other like minded people. Now, 357 posts later, who knew this blog would become about injuries, farting and such.
5. How did you get those abs?
Oh good lord. It's like you've never seen abs before. Didn't you notice my small boobs or flat ass? That's what I'm really proud of. I was a gymnast until the age of 17. I built a pretty strong core at an early age. Through the years I've tried to say fit, be it with Jane Fonda's workout in my 20s or yoga. I cycled a ton in college and the years after. I eat well. I exercise. End of story.
6. Do you have "real" job or do you just blog the day away?
I sit on my ass all day. Sometimes I throw a piece of raw chicken (with sea salt) at my children for dinner. If they interrupt me when I'm blogging I send them to clean the toilets with their toothbrushes.
Yes, I have a "real" job. It's called being a mother. I also have my MSW. I work with families who want to adopt or provide foster care to children who have been removed from their homes by social services. See? I do have a heart. Unlike the scarecrow or whoever.
7. Does anyone read your blog? Do you let your children see it?
I know my dad reads it. And my daughter's teacher. Other than that, not sure. Hell no, my children don't read my blog. I work for social services, remember? I'd have to remove them from my home.
Anything I didn't answer? Email me at email@example.com and I might just post your question.