Who are you? We are all so many different people through out the day. At home you may be “Mom” or “Dad” or “Honey/Babe” you might just be your name or a cute nick name from your roommate… it’s okay to be single and not have children or a significant other IT’S OKAY! (This is what I tell myself as I wander aimlessly through my 20’s.)

Around your friends you may have some crazy personality quirks that come out. My friend Mike goes by “Turbo” with his work friends, he’s a raft guide and I’m not sure what earned the name Turbo, but I’m sure it’s a great story.

At work you could be “Boss Man” (that’s secretly what I call my boss.) you could be the ‘Coffee Bitch” (great title, I’d prefer to be that actually.) The other day at work I got called “Baby Girl” and now one of my co-workers refers to me as that sometimes.

Needless to say we all are different people throughout the day, right? Can we agree? We all have our quirks and ‘things’ that we do in different situations that make us who we are and feel comfortable in different social situations. Things we’re really good at, things we obsess over and make happen at different times. Little insignificant things we do that make us feel better.

At home I’m a mess. My bedroom is covered in clothes and stuff but I am obsessively neat about a few things. Like hanging my earrings or the way I tie my running shoes. I have to, I mean HAVE TO put the left shoe on, then I put on the right. Then I tie the left (carefully lacing it evenly) and then I tie the right. If someone hands me the right shoe I can’t put it on, it doesn’t feel right, (no pun intended.)


At work I hang shorts—obsessively. I trace this back to my first retail job at Gazelle Sports and my first manager, Beth. Beth and I bonded right away, curly hair, loud laugh, a customer made my cry and she gave me the best (and most needed) hug ever, (do you remember that Beth?!) But Beth taught me how to hang shorts/pants and I soon became obsessed with making them perfect.

I’m not going to explain how to hang the short perfectly but I just want to thank my friend Beth for creating a super obsession with the way shorts are hung. At my current job that’s what I do when there are no customers, when I got shopping that’s what I do when I don’t see anything I want…it’s a never ending task. I should be called “The Hanger” instead of Baby Girl.

Not sure where the shoe-tying thing came from, or if I do anything specific in other parts of my life but these are two things that are quirky and cannot go unnoticed by me.  These things help make me who I am. Help mold the awesomeness that is Sloan. Who are you? Do you change what/who you are from situation to situation? I try to stay pretty true to myself in every aspect of my life, but my friends probably don’t know about my obsessive shorts hanging and re-hanging. My co-workers don’t know that I have to hang my earrings up before bed or how I can’t be ‘matchy-matchy’ when I get dressed (I didn’t talk about this one, that whole other blog post/obsession.)

What do you do?! People who read this MUST have something to add, don’t leave me hanging after admitting these weird things.



I’m angry. I’m not an angry person at all. I’m fairly mellow, maybe too mellow type of person sometimes. But being unable to hit the trails or sidewalks—hell, I can’t even walk without cringing in pain… I’m becoming angry and crazy. I am living/suffering proof that running is therapy. It’s MY therapy. Running clears my head and balances my life a bit better than any other form of psychoanalysis I’ve ever put myself through. (Can I get an AMEN?)

Not being able to run sucks. Yupp, I said it—these past few weeks hobbling around in pain, unable to jump, run or detox my brain have been hard. Not only physically am I suffering, but mentally I’m losing it. A few years ago I was unable to run for nearly an entire summer, but I went to the gym daily, talked about running all day while working at Gazelle Sports, helped people get into the right shoes and prepare for their race. For some reason that sufficed, but I have since become more of a ‘runner’ and need that endorphin lift I get from moving my body.

Now I’m unable to run once again, I’m still going to the gym regularly; however, I’ve found myself to be stressed out, annoyed and downright angry. I’m angry at all those runners outside in the spring weather, while I’m slaving away on the elliptical. Yesterday a woman hopped on the treadmill and started running—I was sooooooooooo angry. I was angry at her not because she was running but because she was running INSIDE when it was 62 degrees and sunny out! Puh-leeeeeze!! How could she be on the treadmill?! Teasing and taunting me with her perfect pace, her upcoming half marathon, and then had the nerve to complain that it was too hot in the gym! Maybe the steam coming out of my ears was what was making the gym so hot, my tension release comes so easily to those non-injured.

 Anyone who has felt that ‘exercise high’ we all strive for will know how I feel and what I’m talking about. So I ask you to do me a favor on your next run, walk, and exercise routine: take a moment to breathe it in. Take a moment to appreciate what your body is doing for you, and in turn, what you are doing for your body. That feeling of clarity, sweat, and the ability to power your body forward and use your muscles is priceless. Enjoy it, savor it, and do it as often as you can.

I’m off to the MD tomorrow in hopes of figuring out how I can get back to running. In the mean time I’ll be the girl in the corner doing squats, lunges and waiting in line for the elliptical.