All posts tagged: photos

How to Take a Great Fitness Selfie

Writing this blog is one of my favorite activities these days. I love the creative process of thinking of post topics, writing, editing (although I know my editing skills are laclster lack luster lakluster….bad ), scheduling when they will go live, and seeing a final product. Unfortunately, writing isn’t the only piece of a successful blog. Apparently, you need some good photos to catch the reader’s eye…and I’ve found it to be true. My blog posts where I have the most photos have infinitely more visitors and views than the ones that don’t. Is the art of reading dead!? Is no one reading this!? Oh well, I know my mom always does, so I’ll continue. Thanks mom! I started thinking the other day when choosing photos to insert into a blog post, that I must look like the most self-involved ass clown when taking photos for Just Tri It Once. “Why is that girl taking  taking 543 selfies of herself in front of a that stationary bike?” I’ve realized it is just the the curse of the blogger’s selfie…or the belfie *as I will refer …

Oh Bra-ther!

Last week, I got a fun email from Lauren at Chelsea Collective inviting me and some girlfriends to come to the Get Fit with Brooks and Moving Comfort event. I was really struggling with a strong case of the “Mondays” as I read the email but I saw “bra fitting, manicures and runnings shoes”… so clearly, I was in. On Sunday morning, Sarah and I ventured out to our old stomping grounds: Tyson’s Corner. It has been awhile since I’ve been to this massive mall…or any mall in general. These days, I can buy anything I need online.  Just yesterday, I received a veggie-spaghetti maker AND a Birch Box order in the mail. Yes, I can shop from the comfort of my home with no judgement and more importantly, with no pants on. When we got there we realized, not much has changed. We passed by the movie theater. There are still a ton of teenagers loiterings and flirting with each other. We passed by the Gap. Their displays are still adorable. We passed by Hollister. They still haven’t gotten an electrician to …

Chi-Town Date with Aziz Ansari

I dare say that Aziz Ansari has played a critical part in my relationship with Steven. When we first started dating, Steven and I were 24, both freshly returned from living abroad, newly employed in the US workforce, living on our own, and embodying everything there was to embody when you are a mid-twenty-something. Our dates consisted of cheap beers, taco nights, late nights out with friends and did I mention cheap beers? A live Aziz Ansari show was the first big date activity Steven and I did together that didn’t involve a bar. It was revolutionary. Ok I lied, there was a bar… but it only played a small part in the date. I don’t think Steven ever really found Aziz that funny… He tolerated how highly I spoke of the Parks and Rec star, and fake laughed as I repeated his jokes over and over again. Fast forward a few years, and Aziz has come out with a Netflix original series called Master of None. I watched the first season in a weekend (if you haven’t seen it, I highly …

Going Head 2 Head with the Dreadmill

I’ve been trying so hard to not run on a treadmill while training for this half marathon. But when your town looks like this: You may have no choice. After Jonas came and ruined DC (and pop music), I was forced to run my first ever long treadmill run. It was torture. I’ve never been a fitness watch watcher (although my friends at TomTom did send me a new TomTom Spark + Music watch that I’ve been using…review up soon!) and I know exactly why. It’s because watching your mileage or time tick…tick…tick…is horrible (for me at least). I tried hard to look away but it was like watching a TLC marathon of Say Yes to the Dress…horrible, yet I just couldn’t stop watching. And so as I ran 8 miles to nowhere, I tried passing the time like anyone does on a treadmill. I listened to music I watched Netflix I finally got around to actually reading the rules of playing Settlers of Catan I started doing my taxes I read a classic literary novel I realized after …

Let’s kick…I mean PUNCH some butt!

A few weeks ago while doing some very important internet research on Facebook (ok…I was looking to make some treats on Buzzfeed Tasty videos…ok, I was compiling the recipes to make for book club…ok  FINE, I was just watching the videos while eating cookies) and I came across a post from one of my favorite people, Mrs. Warden. Mrs Warden is the mama to one of my best friend’s, Matt, and has lovingly put up with our antics for the past decade. The Warden home is always welcoming and I can always count on a being greeted with a warm loving smile and an ever warmer cookie. Mrs Warden (and Mr. Warden!) are fabulous. Anywho,  I noticed she had recently been checking in very regularly at TITLE Boxing Club in Springfield, VA. I commented on one of her Facebook “check-ins” and before I knew it, I had an invite to her next class! And then I invited my mom. And then Mrs. Warden invited Matt. And then I invited Steven. And so in a strange chain of invites (and peer pressure), we …

Just Tri It Out

Happy 2016! I hope you all had a fabulous holiday. Mine was lovely and very eventful: I got to spend time with my mom and sister and Booty-Dog I went up to Connecticut to visit Steven’s family on New Years, Two of my favorite people got engaged I got to snap a few photos of Steven’s sister Cathy and her fiancé Ted while they took their engagement photos AND I was chosen as a Fit Approach #SweatPink Ambassador! It was also full of new “tri-s”: I took an aerial yoga class, I cooked cauliflower 2 new ways (mashed and as rice), I ate pheasant that Steven hunted, I TRIED to get my wallet back after it was stolen, and last but not least, I made my 52 new “tri-s” list for the new year. One of my resolutions for 2016 is to do something new every week for each week in 2016. It is a combination of some random skills that I’ve read everyone should know how to do, a few goofy challenges, and things I’ve genuinly …

Just Tri a Photo Shoot

They’re here! They’re here! This past Sunday, Steven and I cruised into DC to meet my very talented uncle and his beautiful family for a morning photo shoot followed by a delicious DC brunch. My Uncle Mike, or UnKO as I’ve come to call him, has always been an amazing photographer (and uncle). As a child, he would always linger around important (and unimportant) events behind the lens of a camera, capturing priceless moments through his art. No matter how awkward we were, UnKo Mike always improved our look through his amazing vision and editing skills. Our family photos were gorgeous. Our homecoming photos always looked like magazine ads, even if they were for nasty glittery dresses or shiny silver braces. Anyways, here are some of the finished products! This was my first blog shoot (as I’m sure my awkward faces will show you) but it definitely won’t be the last. We chose the Lincoln memorial as a meeting place which ended up being a great place to shoot. My uncle scouted out a few places with …