Tag: Joey

10 Things that Suck about Dating Someone Who’s Training for a Marathon

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1. If you go out with them on Friday nights, be prepared to head home before midnight.

And no matter how many times you explain it, everyone always thinks you’re the reason for leaving early.

2. Any run you go on pales in comparison.

3 miles is impressive, unless you set it next to 20 miles.

3. Say goodbye to sleeping in together on Saturday mornings.

Waking up and knowing your significant other has been running for the past two hours just makes you feel lazy.

4. You have to be seen with them when they’re standing in some awkward and embarrassing position while trying to stretch their hip.

And they don’t even care if it’s in public!

5. If they just decide to go on a morning run and not tell you that they’re going to be gone for 2 hours, you get to wake up, find them missing and freak out until they return.

Oh and spend 2 hours imagining every horrible thing that could have happened to them.

6. They do this every Saturday afternoon.

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But it gives you time to take pictures of them doing it.

Note that Joey approved the publication of this photo.

7. They don’t want to join you in doing anything active for the rest of the day.

Apparently, even walking around the Farmers’ Market for 15 minutes is too much.

8. All.That.Sweat.

Enough said.

9. You have to listen to them complain about everything that’s sore/tight/chaffed for the rest of the day.

And pretend you care.

And when they injure their hamstring, you get to hear hourly updates on their pain level and listen to them complain about not being able to train for two weeks. Boo-freaking-hoo.

10. After the marathon is over.

Numbers l through 9 combined do not amount to the suckiness of having to spend the rest of the day with someone who has just run for 3 and a half hours. They are in pain. They are tired. And they don’t even have the energy to eat back all the calories they just burned! How boring!

All that being said, I wish Joey luck on Saturday morning!

Sidenote: Joey does know that I just like to give him a hard time. And that I’m really super proud of him!

Best of July

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We have three July birthdays in my family.  And one of them is my own.  I’m destined to love July.  Your birthday month is always your favorite, right?

It’s hard for me to say goodbye to my favorite month, but I’ll send it off with a round up of my favorite moments.

Foster the People at Red Rocks.

Easily, one of my favorite concerts ever.  Easily.  I think it was a combination of having a holiday the next day, being at Red Rocks, amazing-sounding music and vodka lemonades.  Mostly the vodka lemonades.

The 4th of July.

Nothing says summer like pie on the 4th of July.

Despite being so hungover I had to walk my 10K, my nephew telling me, “I don’t like you” and almost all the firework shows being cancelled because Colorado is a hot dry mess, I had a pretty happy 4th of July.

Birthdays.

 My brother’s, mine and my mom’s, respectively.  

I don’t have any family members with birthdays in August.  It’s going to be a boring month.

Red Velvet Cake.

What can I celebrate next that gives me an excuse to eat my mom’s red velvet cake??

The Beach Boys.  At Red Rocks.  On my birthday.

Need I say more?


I won’t even tell you how often I watch the videos I took during “God Only Knows,” “California Girls,” “Barbara Ann” and “Surfin’ USA.”  And I definitely won’t tell you how out on control my dancing was during that last one.  Luckily, Joey kept the camera on the stage…

Moonrise Kingdom.

I might have done a good amount of complaining when Joey made me see this movie.

And then I loved it.  Like really loved it.

This.


My name is Lauren Dorsey, but Fern Dordey is much much funnier.  And this caused everyone to call me Fern for the rest of the week.  I’m doing myself a disservice by posting this and jogging everyone’s memory.

And this.

 Totally unplanned and totally great.

The Boulder Farmers’ Market.

Two years ago, I basically went to the Farmers’ Market every single Saturday.  It got old.  And so did the heat, dogs, strollers and crowds.  Last year I cut back and this year, I think I’ve only been twice.  Which makes it all the more fun when I actually do go.

When the lady at the pupusa tent points out which drinks are “heavily caffeinated” and which aren’t, you better believe I’m reaching for that first kind.  And grabbing breakfast at Mod Market, of course.

Brainard Lake 

Although actually this is Miller Lake, and it’s gorgeous.

And this is what you look like before trouncing through puddles and being hailed on for 20 minutes.  I don’t think we need to see what we looked like after.

Now that July is coming to an end, I’m basically over summer.  Okay, I won’t say over summer, but I will say I’m starting to look forward to boots, sweaters and overdosing on pumpkin-flavored things.

So long, July.