Review: Ellie

21 Apr

ellieA couple of months ago one of my friends posted her review on her first outfit from Ellie. I had never heard of the brand, but the photos of her super cute, new workout outfit caught my attention. And seeing as I have a couple of sports bras that need to be retired (they are no longer … ahem … doing their job) and  my favorite pair of run tights has succumbed to that smell that never seems to wash away, I decided to give it a whirl.

You can buy single pieces from their line at the retail price. However, their Fit Fashionista Club membership allows you to choose any two pieces each month for only $49.95. Just think of Birchbox for running clothes.

At the start of every month, members receive an email letting them know the new line is available. Members can either choose their two pieces or do nothing and receive the two pieces that Ellie choses for them based on their user profile (and be charged $49.95), or they can skip the month (and not be charged anything).

After reviewing the pieces from their February 2013 line, I settled on the peek-a-boo tank and the love struck leggings. Here are pics of how they appeared online:

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Since I placed my order on February 22nd, I made sure to request to skip the month of March so that I could review the quality for myself before ordering anything else.

Although the website said the pieces usually ship between 5 to 7 days, my delivery took closer to a month. Certainly it was a bad first impression, but I was willing to overlook it if the clothes were good enough.

When I got my new workout clothes I tried them on immediately and was impressed. I loved the shirt and knew the open back would be much loved during my hot summer runs.The pants felt soft to the touch, yet a little itchy when I slipped them on. The fit was flattering so I was pleased with that. I made sure to bend and twist every which way to see if they were see-through and jumped up and down to see if they fell off. The tights passed both tests.  I thought this was the beginning of a long friendship.

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My first outfit from Ellie.com

The next morning I was scheduled to run five miles and decided to take my new tights out for a spin. It was too cold for the top so I set it aside for another day.

Only a couple minutes into my run, I found the first major problem with my tights: they were falling off so badly that the crotch of my pants dropped 2 or so inches from where they should’ve been. I yanked them up and told my running partner that we might have to cut our run short. A minute later I confirmed that we would have to cut our run short. These tights that seemingly fit me perfect the night before were now falling off of me as a ran.

We managed to finish our run without my tights falling to my ankles, but it was no easy fete. Afterwards I joked that they would have to become yoga pants. That is until I got home.

When I got home I glanced in the mirror and noticed a giant sweat mark in the crotch of my pants. I gasped. Seriously… Really?  My running pants collection is made up of tights from Old Navy, Nike and Lululemon and I had never experienced this with any of those brands!

I still can’t believe I walked into Starbucks like that. I can only imagine the nicknames I must have there now. To avoid getting dirty old men from visiting this blog post by searching certain keywords, I will refrain from typing any of them out here. But you get the point.

So, the tights were a big, huge giant fail. On the bright side, they are comfy and no longer itchy now that I’ve washed them so I wear them to lounge around the house. But if I was looking for lounge clothes, I would’ve shopped elsewhere.

As for the top, it finally warmed up a couple of weekends ago and I took it out for a spin. I noticed that the neckline looked a bit flimsy, but since the top is loose it’s not incredibly noticeable. However, for $34.95 I think Ellie needs to work on the neckline.

I loved the open back of the top and it was really perfect for Florida running. Plus, I received lots of compliments from the ladies on it.

Here’s a photo I took after my 6-mile run:

Love the breeze I could feel on my back

Love the breeze I could feel on my back

Side view: must be okay with showing sportsbra

Side view: must be okay with showing sportsbra

Final verdict: I cancelled my subscription to Ellie. I may one day purchase another top (based on how this one holds up after a few washes), but am not interested on giving their run tights a second chance. And based on the performance of the tights, I also have no interest in their sports bras.

It’s a shame. I really wanted to be all BFF with Ellie. But it turns out Ellie is just one of those friends that is always late, exaggerates on their good qualities and only sometimes manages to impress you.

Have you tried Ellie? What did you think?

Boston

17 Apr

If you’re like me, Monday started off like any other day. I woke up, wished the weekend wasn’t over already, got ready for work, made a breakfast smoothie and headed off to work. I intended to try and catch some of the Boston Marathon footage during lunch, but a busy Monday made me completely forget about it.

I had just returned to my desk in the afternoon when a co-worker asked if I knew anyone running the Boston Marathon. I had a quick moment where I kicked myself for forgetting to watch. Then she said the most ludicrous thing.

“Have you heard anything about the bombing at the finish line? My husband just sent me a picture he saw on Twitter.”

I jumped up and went to her computer and looked at the picture. Surely this was not real. Instead of looking at a finish line of a marathon, full of supporters cheering and people running their final steps of a long race, I was seeing what looked like a war zone.

“This has to be a hoax. Is it anywhere on the news?”

Another co-worker had been listening to us and the three of us jumped on our computers to search. I googled for news on the Boston Marathon … Nothing. I hit up the new websites like CNN.com … Nothing. And just as I was logging on to Twitter to search #bostonmarathon, my co-workers were doing the same.

Immediately my Twitter feed was full of images that I wish I could erase from my memory forever. To keep from crying I told myself it wasn’t real. Surely these were extras from an epic war movie.

Shortly after, the news sites started to report on the bombings at the Boston Marathon finish line. (Side note: This isn’t the first time that I’ve gotten breaking news from social media, rather than the actual news. Oh how times have changed.) I had so much work to do, but I couldn’t tear myself away from the coverage.

Like many runners, this attack felt so personal. Not only did I run my first two marathons last year, but I have stood at the end of countless marathons to cheer on my friends for doing the unimaginable for many of us: running 26.2 miles.

But here I sat, trying to process a very different kind of unimaginable. And I couldn’t help but place myself there as I easily could’ve been one of those standing at the finish line, waiting for a loved one to cross that finish line.

It’s been two days and I’m still sorting and working through all of my emotions of anger towards the attacker(s), sympathy for the victims and their families, pride for the acts of heroism I keep seeing all over the news and even fear for I too am running a major city race this year: the Chicago Marathon. And as a believer in God, I am praying. I am praying for the strength in all of us … to let the good outweigh the bad … and most importantly for healing.

A blogger I follow tweeted a link to a piece titled “The People Who Watch Marathons” by Erin Gloria Ryan yesterday. It’s beautifully written and I encourage you to read it in full. But my favorite part was the last paragraph:

One of the many puzzling aspects of yesterday’s attacks was the question of what, exactly, the perpetrators thought they’d accomplish by targeting what basically amounts to a celebration of human tenacity. If anything, the tragedy in Boston will further solidify the bond between runner and spectator. And when the Chicago marathon happens this October, I’ll show up to run harder, and they’ll show up to cheer louder. If anyone thought this attack would discourage the runners or the watchers, they’ve clearly never been to a marathon.

Yesterday morning I put on my running shoes and ran with my friend Beth early in the morning. It was a somber run, full of reflection. We pushed ourselves, I think because we could. We will be running the Chicago Marathon together in October. And we are going to show up and run harder.

When it suddenly poured rain on my run and I had my iPhone on me …

24 Mar

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It was around mile seven during Saturday morning’s 10-miler that the sky opened up and started to dump buckets of rain on us. I’m not talking a light drizzle here … I’m talking full-on torrential downpour.

As soon as I felt the first raindrop, I pulled my running belt up under my shirt and started to run hunched over the area where my iPhone was stored in a hopeful attempt to  save it from an untimely water death.

Before long our running group was soaked from head to toe, but I held on to hope that my iFitness iPhone add-on pocket would somehow keep my phone lifeline dry.

When my sunblock started to roll into my eyeballs, I lost the ability to see. And there was so much water on my face I became unable to distinguish between rain water and snot. I was running wet and blind and unable to breathe through my nose, with no end in sight.

Almost three miles later the rain began to let up as we approached the end of our 10-mile run. Perfect. Timing.

*Sigh*

Before I got into my car, I wringed the water out of my hair and towel dried the best I could. Then I reached down to check on the poor state of my phone. To my surprise, my iPhone was still dry in it’s little pouch. It would remain the only thing dry the entire drive home.

I feel these are lessons I’ve learned before, but apparently I need to be reminded:

  • Always check the weather before a run.
  • If there’s any sign of rain, don’t run with my iPhone.
  • If there’s any sign of rain, skip the sunblock on my face and wear a hat instead.

On the bright side since we were already soaking wet we took full advantage of jumping in rain puddles. Adults really should jump in more rain puddles.

Oh, and apparently I run faster partially unable to see and soaking wet. Woohoo!

The Screams Around the ‘Hood

21 Mar

Saturday morning started much like many of my other Saturday mornings: I hit snooze at least 3 times, dragged myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, used the restroom, ran around my house looking for different articles of running clothing, and was out the door with a protein ball in hand by 4:30 AM. I arrived at our meet-up spot with five minutes to spare so I felt pretty good about myself and may have done a little patting on one’s own back.

My old Marathonfest training group was recently dismantled, so we had to merge with a larger training group. The new group started our long run with a new (to me) 3-mile loop that involved some running on a nearby trail. A dark, poorly lit trail.

By the time our large group hit the trail, we had dispersed into smaller groups. My friend Rachelle and I were running in between two larger groups, so I was thankful she had a small light clipped to her visor. At least we could make out shapes, which is always good when running in the dark.

We were deep in our conversation (which was likely about food or travel since she blogs about both here) when suddenly we heard something making a huge ruckus in the bushes to our left. This was the kind of ruckus that happens just before something, or someone, jumps out of the bushes and attacks you.

At first I was focused on trying to see what was about to lunge at me, but Rachelle’s tiny light only showed a bush shaking violently. Then I think I realized that whether it was a person or an animal, either was bad and the magnitude of the situation suddenly hit me. And then came this:

When something jumps out of the bushes during your run on a dark trail ...

When something jumps out of the bushes during your run on a dark trail …

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I screamed. At the top of my lungs. And so did Rachelle. In the wee, dark hours of the morning. And then we took off sprinting, certain that at any moment we would be jumped by either a crazed serial killer or a rabid bear. And it would likely be whichever one of us was running slower.

By this time the group in front of us had stopped and we quickly caught up to them. They assured us that there was neither a crazed knife-wielding man nor a rabid beast chasing us, so we stopped to catch our breathe. We ran the rest of the mile at a faster pace than usual … being scared shitless really puts a pep in your step.

As we exited the trail we saw a patrol car drive by and we couldn’t help but wonder if it was responding to concerned calls regarding women screaming on the trail. Their reaction time was good and I made a mental note to scream as loud as I could if ever I was to be attached by serial killer or bear. And be the faster runner. 😉

Have you ever been scared on a run?

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When I managed to fit in some power yoga before a night out

11 Mar

When I managed to fit in some power yoga before a night out

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How I felt when I woke up for this morning’s 5-miler.

28 Feb

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Somehow I managed to run mile repeats. The cup of coffee I had afterwards was like a magical potion that awoke me from my sleep running.

I must be CRAZY. And I can’t wait to have a deep dish pizza.

19 Feb

I have undoubtedly lost my mind. However, it seems like the passing of nine months has allowed for me to forget the hell that was Marathon #1 and Marathon #2 and my stance of “only running half marathons for the rest of my life.”

Come this October, I will hopefully be celebrating the completion of Marathon #3 with a deep dish pizza, a chicago-style hotdog, or all of the above. If I’m really lucky, I’ll be sitting next to Oprah.

If you haven’t guessed it, I’ll be running the Chicago Marathon on Sunday, October 13th.

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Look out hot, steamy, muggy Florida summer training runs… here I come!

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So Confused

7 Feb

So Confused

Today’s run was twenty degrees warmer than my run two days ago. My body is so confused. Also, I think I need to go to the beach this weekend.

Just Sayin’

6 Feb

When my hubby pointed out that Northerners might hate me for complaining about running in 46-degree weather yesterday  morning, I had just one response: “Haters gonna hate.”

I may have done this little jive to go with it too. 🙂

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Why I Almost Cancelled My Run This Morning

5 Feb

Why I Almost Cancelled My Run This Morning

A Puerto Rican lady can’t be expected to run in weather colder than 50 degrees. But with the help of multiple layers I managed to make it.