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Archives for January 2015

Just Picked up my Inhaler

January 27, 2015 By Caroline Peterson

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Yup. I went to the doctor and all I got was this lousy inhaler.

I explained that my cough and snot rockets weren’t really improving much over the last few weeks and that normally, I’d give it more time and let this viral whatever take its course. But I had a half-marathon that I was training for and it’s made it difficult to breathe after 3 miles. So I was concerned.

The conversation basically went like this.

Doc: Well it could be that running outside in the cold is irritating your lungs.
Caroline: It’s only been 60 degrees for 2 days.
Doc: Yes, well running and the sudden temperature change can all contribute.
Caroline: I’m originally from Michigan.
Doc: Okay, so running in general.

All my vitals came back great. My blood pressure is pretty stellar, I call that a win for being a copywriter. Plus, more importantly, my lungs sounded very good and clear, basically negating any chest x-ray. She said that what’s been going around is pretty nasty and I’m doing pretty well with letting it work its way out.

If I could take time off from running, do it or walk instead of run. She told me to use this inhaler prior to my runs and see if that helps open the airways more. If not, I just need to let nature take its course with this one and continue to be that girl hacking up her left lung.

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I looked at my RunKeeper app last night to compare times from early December to this month. I have slowed down a bit, but not as much as I had thought and surely not enough that I should be too hard on myself about. That’s the thing about not breathing as well as your normally do during a run—you think you’re doing worse than you actually are.

I haven’t used the inhaler yet because I took tonight off from my conditioning run. I’ll be sure to be totally obnoxious when I do use it though.

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The hubster says that it’s unfair I get an inhaler because it’s a performance enhancing drug. I said I’d take a hit of it and see him at the finish line.

Filed Under: Funny, Health, Running

Half Marathon Training Update

January 25, 2015 By Caroline Peterson

Warning: Pity Party ahead.

I scheduled an appointment with my doctor again for this upcoming week so I could get a chest x-ray and examine what the frick is going on. I’ve basically been at a stand-still on improving with this viral sickness. I’m a bit concerned the improvement has stalled.

Warning: Grossness ahead.

I’m tired of coughing and then gagging because I can’t get the mucus out and then I think about it and it’s totally gross so I gag more.

I’m tired of blowing so much snot out of my nose that I need to grab two tissues in case I fill one.

I’m tired of coughing during my conditioning runs and then spitting it out and mistiming it so it lands on my shirt or my pants or…my face.

I’m tired of waking myself up because I’m wheezing/coughing/snoring from the build up in my chest and nose.

I’m tired.

I’m really tired.

I feel like I’ve given this a pretty good run with my attitude about it, but now I want results. I’m a gal that’s driven for results. What the heck can I do to get this healing to move quicker?

What’s the rush? Oh. That minor half-marathon I’ve been training for since this fall that I feel like, at this point, is a total waste because I can’t run past 3 miles without my chest hurting. I was on such a roll with busting through my long-run times, breaking my stride, enjoying 8.5 miles…that it makes me feel a bit crushed inside.

I’m not sure how I’ll complete the half-marathon on February 15th. My goal, at this point, is to complete 7 miles and if I need to, walk the rest. You have no idea how disappointing that is for me. My sister-in-law is flying down to Ft. Lauderdale to do the A1A Half-Marathon as well, but she recently injured her foot and is worried about running too. We’re just one beat-up group.

I mentioned I’d like to run 2 half-marathons in 2015, so all is not lost.

At this moment, I’m really frustrated. I know, physically, I’m doing all I can. I’m interested in hearing what my doctor has to say. If he tells me to stop running until the half-marathon, I’ll be crushed. If he tells me to suck it up, I’ll do just that. I’m good at sucking. Wait…that didn’t come out right.

Truth be told, last year I irritated my IT band a month before the half-marathon and really had to scale back training, but I still completed it. So, here’s to another year of worrying prior to the race. Ha!

We just got back from a 4 mile run and around 1.5 miles I started coughing, then I basically started getting frustrated with everything: I didn’t go grocery shopping today, great now I have to fight the Monday night crowds. When will the hubster fix the toilet? How is the Miss Universe pageant even a thing? Man, I need a pedicure.

Pity party for one, right here, folks.

Post run pity party
Post run pity party

Filed Under: Health, Running

You seem so happy.

January 21, 2015 By Caroline Peterson

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Recently, I’ve had close friends, friends I haven’t spoken with in years, former colleagues and even acquaintances tell me that I just “seem so happy.” I’m not kidding when I say I’ve gotten emails, text messages and Facebook messages about this little blog letting me know how great it is (thank you!) and how happy I seem.

It got me thinking.

What about my life has changed that has made me so happy? Was it anything in particular? What could I narrow it down to? I was surprised at how easily I summed it up. That tends to happen when you’re the introspective-type. It truly came down to 2 things.

  1. Pushing past my comfort zone.

  2. Backing away from negative people in my life.

(Did you think I’d say having the man of my dreams by my side? While he contributes to my happiness, if you’re looking for a dude to find your happiness, you’ll always be searching for it.)

I digress. Those 2 items seem so easy, right? The reality is it’s been a culmination of years of being aware of this and consciously working towards it. It’s the product of a perfect storm of sorts in my life from years ago. I wasn’t always happy. I even look back on some of the things I said in my cloud of negativity and cringe. My spirit was broken. I was truly and utterly lost. I wrote about it here.

 

Pushing past my comfort zone

In July of 2012, we moved to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. Read: The hubster started medical school and dragged me kicking and screaming. I was miserable our first few months here. I felt like I’d never adjust, I couldn’t ever fit in, I’d never stop sweating in the humidity and that I’d forever be the nice, midwestern gal begging for good customer service that is lacking in South Florida. I missed my friends and thought they had forgotten about me. I missed the comfort of being home.

The truth was Ft. Lauderdale was my new home and I needed to get used to the new comfortable. My new comfort zone.

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2.5 years later and I can’t imagine leaving this place.

Sure, the drivers here still scare me. Sure, I have to move mountains to get some projects done that depend on a customer service response.

But, I now love it here. It has forever changed me, in such a good way.

For someone that lived abroad alone, I sure carried around my security blanket of my own little apartment and circle of friends nearby. So moving 1,500 miles pushed me out of my comfort zone.

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I’m so incredibly thankful it woke me up, showed me that I needed to change.

You see, living in Michigan became incredibly predictable. I never had aspirations to move back to the city I grew up in and start a family and, for lack of a better phrase, “settle down,” like some of my friends did. These are very happy people too! It happened slowly over time, but in what felt like a blink of an eye, I was on the outside; not having babies, not being married, not looking for a mortgage.

It didn’t interest me.

I felt slowly nudged out because I couldn’t offer much in what the conversation had changed to. I realize now that friends can maintain friendships while being married and having babies. But for the ones who couldn’t—I took it personally. I wasn’t invited to playdates (where most of my girlfriends socialized) because, well, hey, I lacked a kid. I wasn’t invited to weekends away because my then boyfriend, now husband, and I didn’t have kids. And yes, I was told as much. Perhaps we’d be the odd couple out? I’m not sure. Either way, it hurt. But these were my friends, my comfort zone.

In the 6 months before we moved, I realized the writing was on the wall with some of my friendships. Of course dynamics change with marriages and babies, but I was at the point of wondering if some people would even say goodbye to us when we moved.

I needed a change and, man, moving sure puts friendships in perspective.

It was a harsh reality, especially the longer I was away and with the huge milestones I had like: landing a job I love, getting married and traveling more.

The universe pushed me out of my comfort zone to the beaches of Ft. Lauderdale and showed me just what could happen.

Authentic friendships survived. New friendships blossomed. I traveled more, even alone in Portugal. Blogging once again took a front seat in my life.

Once that ball started rolling, it hasn’t stopped. Making one change set everything in motion.

I promise if you focus on pushing through your comfort zone (even kicking and screaming) beautiful things will happen.

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Backing away from negative people in my life.

As my tune changed with pushing through my comfort zone, I became more confident. Especially in my ability to know who was a good, supportive nugget in my life…and who wasn’t. In reality, I probably thought more of some relationships than the other person did. Hey, it happens.

It was all excuses for some, one after the other as to why support wasn’t given, why it was so tough to coordinate beforehand, why a call or text wasn’t made…why they didn’t show up. The silence often spoke louder.

It was then I realized it was all negative noise.

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I had to back away from these relationships. Know and love how they once were, forgive (or try to) feeling taken advantage of and move on. This is something I still struggle with. People who constantly take advantage, whether they realize it or not, can suck the soul out of a relationship.

It was time to let go. Not in callous way, just appreciating the lessons learned; waving goodbye while smiling at the good times that were had.

I had to learn, the hard way, as anyone who is a glutton for hoping things change or the other person will finally understand, that some people are just plain toxic. Even family.

You know those people who no matter how much advice you offer, how often you try to make them feel special, how many times you go out of your way to help, they will always and forever be their own worst enemy? They aren’t worth your frustration.

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I worried so much about burning bridges that I kept a toxic person in my life at the simple cost of my confidence and often, my health. I’m here to tell you it isn’t worth it. You don’t owe anyone an explanation as to why you’re cutting him or her out if all they bring into your life is strife and a constant character assessment that leaves you wondering if you’re a good person.

You are. I promise.

You are allowed to walk away.

You are. I promise.

toxic people

You know those relationships you have in your life that pop into your head when something goes wrong? “Oh, great. I can just see so-and-so laughing at me and my misfortune right now.”

Cut the negativity out. Why surround yourself with such judgmental asshats?

I have personally experienced what it feels like to work hard for great goals, only to be reminded on a consistent basis that someone “wishes things like that happened” to them or even things I’ve accomplished being met with some snarky, cynical, gloomy reactions.

Back away. Back slowly away.

People go through bad phases, sure. Just keep in mind if your happy life is being belittled by someone, it speaks more about them than you.

In the couple years that I’ve made the conscious decision to leave the negative noise, I cannot tell you how positive the change has been. It’s honestly hard to put into words. Pushing it out opens up so much more room for productive, positive feelings. I’m genuinely happy when I see or hear good things happening to my friends.

When my husband started dating me, he fell in love with a confident, well-spoken, outgoing woman and sadly years ago he also witnessed as I withered away into negativity, surrounding myself with unreliable relationships. He is the first to point out the change or, perhaps to put it better, the leveling of the playing field with my choices.

I am so much happier because I know I am enough. Me. Caroline. As I am.

You are too. I promise.

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I try not to reflect on my travels outside of travel-specific posts, but the most important thing traveling has taught me is how little you need to be happy. If you spend any more than one mili-second dwelling in your comfort zone or negativity, it’s one mili-second too long.

(Sure, I need to take my own advice on that sometimes too. I’m not perfect.)

Just know that all it takes is one step towards pushing your limits; making one change can set everything in motion towards a world full of happiness that you without a doubt, wholeheartedly,  deserve.

You do. I promise.

Filed Under: Confessions, Mental Health, Musings, Soapbox

But it’s my Birthday Weekend

January 19, 2015 By Caroline Peterson

“I figured we’d do Thai for dinner Saturday and then brunch on Sunday.”

It’s like the hubster knows me or something, to plan a birthday weekend around delicious food. He probably also regretted making a whole weekend of it because that was my excuse for everything.

“Can you turn up the air conditioning? It’s my birthday weekend!”

“Can you scratch my back? But it’s my birthday weekend!”

“Will you refill my water? It’s my birthday weekend!”

Friday after work, he surprised me when coworkers met us for dinner and drinks at one of our favorite watering holes in downtown Ft. Lauderdale. I’m pretty happy I get to work with such fun people.

Somebody put balloons in my face...
Somebody put balloons in my face…

 

Saturday we lazed around, laughed about the multiple sets of Elton John tickets we accidentally got for my birthday, researched activities for our July adventure (details coming soon!) and watched Gone Girl. Um. How do I put this lightly? That chick was nuts!

I opened a very sweet gift from one of my girlfriends that I’m still smiling about. She enclosed a touching note and I’m a sucker for good writers. I’m so happy to have close girlfriends in my life.

Speaking of close girlfriends, Facetiming is always welcome in our household, even if we’re in our PJ’s with greasy hair on a Saturday night. I love that my girlfriends Facetime from our favorite hole-in-the-wall bar in Michigan. They are the best.

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Sunday we got up to run 9.5 miles and only completed 6.5. Again, after hitting 3 miles I had a hard time breathing. I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath fully, as if my lungs aren’t working 100% yet. I tried to distract myself by taking photos of the beautiful route we run.

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But, towards mile 5 I felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest. And I started to get worked up, talking to my husband about how we’re never going to be able to complete a half marathon in less than a month. Negative self-talk is really something I need to work on. He was good about keeping the reality of the situation, “We’ll just keep at it, do what you can.”

I reminded myself of #wycwyc again and calmed down. We got through 6.5, which is more than last weekend.  But truth be told, I’m very worried. I’m not sure I’ll even beat my time from last year and just over a month ago, I was well on my way to smashing that time. I just feel a bit defeated right now.

What you can. When you can. What you can. When you can.

To forget that awful run, the hubster surprised me with brunch at a place I’ve been dying to try since we moved here: Blue Moon Fish Company.

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Side note: I’M CELEBRATING MY BIRTHDAY OUTSIDE! (That’s crazy-talk for this former Michigander.)

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It was delicious. I basically just got all seafood. Read: crab legs, shrimp, sushi, ceviche…rinse and repeat.

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Normally brunch buffets can be hit or miss and this, my friends, was a hit.

Bad run aside, the whole weekend was spot on. I’m fortunate to be surrounded by such love in my life. The hubster nailed my birthday.

Filed Under: Travel

Do what you can, Caroline.

January 14, 2015 By Caroline Peterson

I ran 4.5 miles this past weekend.

Real talk: I walked about the last 1.5 of it.

And I was pissed.

I’ve honestly been battling a nasty respiratory virus for the last 3 weeks. Including an infected tonsil. (Did I mention I had my tonsils taken out as a kid? Don’t ask…) The week before that, I had a nice stomach bug. So, basically, I’ve been sick for a solid month.

Urgent Care Selfie! (Infected tonsil not shown.)
Urgent Care Selfie! (Infected tonsil not shown.)

 

After 2 doctor visits – I’m on the mend. I only want to hack up my left lung for the first 5 minutes of the day as opposed to every hour. But, I started coughing a lot during mile 3 and knew I needed to pull back and give myself a break.

Side note: Why don’t I have rock hard abs after weeks of coughing? It’s a cruel, cruel world.

My half-marathon training has taken a real hit with this plague I’ve been blessed with. And I’m scared shitless. In reality, I’ve still run more than I did this time last year during training. And with my 9.5 mile run this upcoming Saturday, I’m actually right on target for the long run trainings from last year, when I completed my first half, but was technically behind on my training.

So, what am I bummed about?

I wanted to do better. I wanted more long-runs logged prior to my half-marathon this year. I wanted to feel confident going into the race when my head was full of doubts last year. I wanted this year to be different.

Reality: it probably won’t. I have 1 month left until the half-marathon.

<sigh>

But, you know what I told myself on mile 3 when I started coughing and wheezing and wanting to punch the next person I saw gliding by on their morning run?

“Do what you can, Caroline. Do what you can.”

I could only walk. But that’s what I did. I did what I could. (Plus, I had to get back home somehow. Minor detail.)

So often we look at something as we’re either all in and succeed or it’s a total failure.

NOT TRUE.

That’s how most diets work in the New Year too, right? You’re either 100% perfect and the first time you take a nibble of that ooey-gooey brownie? “Well, I’ve done it. I’ve totally messed up and ruined it. Now pass me those fries!”

After a long Friday night (don’t ask…) I decided to sleep in Saturday and get up early Sunday morning instead to run. But when I looked at the forecast on Saturday, it was solid rain all day on Sunday. So I laced up my shoes, put on my bullet-proof vest of a sports bra and walked out the door for my long run at 10 a.m.

It was only 72 degrees, which I’ll take any day of the week. But being sick, taking a week off from running, usually running earlier in the day when it’s less sunny, not being prepared mentally to run and hitting a wall only at mile 1.5, I knew I had to make a decision. With sweat dripping down my blotchy red face and doubt creeping into my head, I had to decide to turn back now or keep going.

So I sucked it up, blasted some Lady Gaga (don’t judge) and ran as far as I could until I knew I’d be doing more harm than good.

But, you know what, I did it. I completed it. Not in a great time. Not feeling that runners high that I’ve been missing for so long. I did it. I have to remind myself of that.

There’s a great health movement by one of my favorite bloggers, Roni’s Weigh:

#wycwyc

What you can. When you can.

Just simmer on that puppy for bit. No, really. Let it roll off your tongue with clarity and inspiration. What if you treated all obstacles in your life like that? You do what you can, when you can.

“Well I don’t have time for a full half hour of cardio, so I’ll skip it today.”

No way, turd.

Do what you can. If that’s 10 minutes of walking around your office, do it. Ate too many left over holiday cookies yesterday? Cool. Join the club. Have a healthy breakfast and lunch today.

The key is to move on. Keep doing what you can, when you can.

No pressure for perfection. Do you know how liberating that is?

As I looked at my Garmin and hit mile 3, I knew I wouldn’t be breaking any personal records. I was really starting to get pissed when I reminded myself of #wycwyc. And believe it or not, I calmed the eff down, backed away from the cliff, turned up my tunes and actually enjoyed a nice 1.5 mile walk. It was a gorgeous day and I can’t remember the last time I just…walked.

I wouldn’t have had that mindset even a year ago.

“Do what you can, Caroline. Do what you can.”

My lungs thanked me later.

Now get out there. Forgive yourself for not being perfect. And do what you can, when you can. 

Filed Under: Health, Mental Health, Running

Help Choose our Next Adventure for July

January 11, 2015 By Caroline Peterson

Angkor Wat, Cambodia
Angkor Wat, Cambodia

Med school complicates everything, including having any control over our schedule.

  • Our wedding? The hubster had to move mountains to find out the schedule for the following semester so we could, you know, plan our nuptials. We never got a final answer and took a guess. A good guess! (Not joking…)
  • Honeymoon? Didn’t know what his break schedule would be until, you know, the week the Fall semester began.
  • Holidays together? HA. Hahahahahahahaha.

So, when we actually knew he would have a break in July 2015, my type-A-planner-little-heart burst with joy! WE CAN PLAN OUR NEXT ADVENTURE NOW!

<insert rhythmically challenged tap dancing here>

This is where YOU come in.

In general, we know we want to head back to SE Asia. We fell in love with Cambodia. We liked Thailand as well, but something about Cambodia pulled at our hearts. So, I think we want to head back and explore another city and then more countries in SE Asia.

My intention is to use miles to fly (hopefully in our first lie-flat seats). Nearly all our major miles are with Delta and it has a pretty good hold on the Asian region for flight options. I also want to use my points for hotels and spend as little as possible in other off-the-beaten-path guesthouses. Read: $5 a night. Nope. Not joking.

All that said, I’m not opposed to hearing from you about other places to explore.

South Korea. China. Japan. Hong Kong. Australia. Colombia. South Africa. Morocco. Czech Republic. Turkey. The Netherlands. France. My list goes on…

Ultimately, the decision will be ours. I gave my husband a deadline of mid-January to let me know where we should go and I’ll make all the plans and arrangements. That’s the fun part!

But I want to hear what YOU think.

Keep in mind we’re not luxury travelers. We like a nice combination of “roughing it” and splurging on an exotic day-trip or a nice night in a hotel with a great bar on the roof overlooking the night skyline. We probably won’t travel with more than a carry-on/backpack. We ideally would have 2 weeks to work with.

Now it’s your turn:

  • What other countries do you think we should consider?
  • Where would you recommend to go in SE Asia? 
  • Where have you gone and would you recommend? 

Once our decision is made, I’ll post it here to begin the planning festivities. Grab your party pants and get them ironed, you guys. This is going to be fun!

More smiling pics like this to come! Railay Beach, Thailand
More smiling pics like this to come!
Railay Beach, Thailand

Filed Under: Asia, Cambodia, Europe, Thailand, Travel, Travel Hacking

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