Training

cycling, hiking, aqua jogging, pilates, baking

Naked runner

Running, Training

Dear readers, I need your help, advice actually. But I’ll get to that in a moment. First, I need to express a little something here: Yippee! Hooray! Hourra! Wonderbar! Jupiiii! Urra! Hallelujah! Oh how I have missed you dear sneakers. I went for a run after work yesterday, just a short one, a painstakingly slow one in fact, and the whole time I was freaking out about my knee. I hadn’t run in 24 days, and as a result I knew my body would be rigid, un-flexible, and my head would likely be mimicking that of a bird’s with my shoulders scrunched right up into my ears. So, I stripped down my friends, ran completely naked … well, the runner’s equivalent of naked that is. No Garmin. No iPod. Just me, my sneakers, shorts, technical shirt and hat. Ahhh, so exhilarating 😉 No ear buds, no Garmin. I purposely went […]

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Day of reckoning

Running, Training

I had a lot of things I needed to get done this weekend, but instead I embraced a True Blood marathon. I blame the bike trainer. Saturday morning, after laboriously cleaning the upstairs portion of our condo (my portion … of which I’d really like to hire a maid for, but Mario, the only man on the face of this earth who seems to actually love cleaning, balks at the idea :() I put on my cycling shorts, stuck True Blood in the Blu Ray player, and started pedaling. When I finished, I hopped into the shower fully intending to get a move on with my errands of the day. But then, out of nowhere, the ass magnet in my couch, pulled me down and wouldn’t let me back up again. Five episodes of Season 2 later, I was dreaming vampires! SATURDAY’S TRAINER: 11 a.m. BG before: 4.6 (4 sugar

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Splashers beware

Training

To all the splashers in the world, YOU SUCK! You are not Michael Phelps, not even close, so why the hell are you attempting his butterfly time and time again? A performance that’s more a repeated belly flop sending a bloody tsunami of germ-infested water right smack into my face, up my nose, in my ears, and god forbid if I took a breath at that moment, down my bloody esophagus! Maybe if you had Michael’s super drool-worthy physique, I’d be able to turn my cheek without wishing for a dead weight around your ankles … nah even if it were Michael spraying me like that, I’d want to drop kick him too! I know it’s a pool we’re occupying, don’t you dare throw that in my face. I’ve come to terms with the wet, and have even stopped cringing at the random droplets of ick creeping down my face

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Germs be damned

Training

Sometimes you just need a good rant. Following Tuesday’s blog blowup, my knee had no pressure tension on Wednesday, and guess where I was today: Back at the pool! Yippee! (Never once thought I’d be jumping for joy to be returning to the germ-infested pool, but these, my friends, are desperate days. Germs be damned.) When I felt no knee pressure yesterday, I was skeptical, but then when I woke up this morning to Day 2 of no knee pressure, I was ecstatic. So, I figured I’d head to the pool for aqua jogging, the least impactive workout on my list of workouts. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last, and I kept worrying that I’d feel a twang of pressure, but one lap, two laps, three laps, 25 laps later and no pressure. Yippee! So what does this mean? I’m coming back baby! But slowly. Very, very slowly. I’ll

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Ohmygod I want her abs

Running, Training

What to do? What to do? What to do? I am going insane. The walking is no longer cutting it, I’m bored out of my bloody mind. I like my evenings to be full, and when I was running/cycling/aqua jogging/pilatesing they were bloody well full, so full it seems, I’ve neglected my non-running friends for the past four years, and no longer seem to have any. So now that I’ve got all this time on my bloody hands, I got nothing, nothing at all. There’s not even fall TV on yet to veg out in front of. So not cool! I’m still feeling a slight pressure in my knee (I check it every day, multiple times a day) only a slightly slight pressure though, but I’ve got my “dear” physio in my head. Do nothing, he said. Ugh. Really hating those words right now – especially seeing as how I seem

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