Too Exhausted

Have you ever been too exhausted to sleep?

That may sound impossible, but trust me, it’s not.

Yesterday I ran another half-marathon, my third this year. However, unlike the two cushy races I did in warmer climes, this one was in Minnesota. In March. During one of the worst winters ever.

As I exited my car near the starting line, I felt like crawling right back inside. The temperature was about 20 degrees with steady winds. The course was rolling and more hilly than I anticipated. It was also a faster group of athletes than I am used to; I saw the eventual winner fly past me on the out-and-back course before I even made it to the turnaround.

Like everyone else there, I struggled against the wind but kept going because the alternative – walking – would prolong the misery of being outside, cold and wet.

When I finished, I hightailed it back to my car and to a hot shower.

I ran around doing different things for the rest of the day and evening, but when it came time to actually go to sleep, I couldn’t. Argh.

This used to happen to me often in residency. I’d work and work and work, and even though I was physically exhausted, when it was time to rest I couldn’t turn my brain off and sleep.

So it looks like today is going to be the kind of day that coffee was made for! At least I don’t have to run outside. I’ll give myself a pass on that one.

 

Clown Face

This time of year, magazines and style websites everywhere seem to give the same boring advice when it comes to glamming it up for holiday parties and such.

Sparkly earrings! A sequined clutch! A bright red lip!

Ok, a few thoughts:

One, I usually don’t dig getting realllly dressed up in the middle of the freezing Minnesota winter. It totally goes against my grain to consider wearing something like a halter top and strappy heels under a knee-length down parka, a scarf (or two), a hat and mittens – because sometimes all of your fingers need to huddle together when it’s too cold for gloves.

Even if you can relatively strip down at the event, there’s bound to be a gust of arctic air that causes goosebumps from time to time and let’s also be honest: exposing pasty, dry winter skin (or orange fake baked skin, even worse) to the whole world is just impolite.

Second, getting dressed for formal events just feels like Grown Up Prom. No thanks.

And finally, no matter how many times I’ve tried, I cannot do a bright lip. Especially red, a color I don’t like in the first place. Hot pink? Yes, I love hot pink. And I really want to love a hot pink lip, and trust me, I’ve tried.

And failed.

The most recent experiment was “Happy Ending (#116)” by Marc Jacobs:

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Thank god I had the good sense to try it on at Sephora instead of plunking down $30 for something that would have quickly hit the trash can once I got home.

It’s just that every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the store mirror, I felt like a clown. A clown with whorish fuchsia lips.

So I’ll stick to gloss. I love lip gloss! And I have a sickening amount. As a resident, I was notorious for having 8 or so glosses stashed in my white coat at any given time. Stethoscope? Nope, sorry, I’ll have to borrow yours. Gloss? Check! Stat!

I’ll do separate post about my gloss affair in the future, but suffice it to say, my heart belongs to Bobbi Brown here, too. She makes so many great colors that it’s hard to pick a favorite, but right now “Pink Tulle” is it:

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“Pink Tulle” High Shimmer Gloss from Bobbi Brown

The photo doesn’t do the color justice. It’s subtle and would look great on anyone. Even over bright lipstick!