I guess my marathon training has gone down the toilet. I would feel bad, but Matt hasn't been running very much either.
It's times of change and upheaval at our place of employment and by the time we come home all we want to do is eat Trader Joe's chocolate mint wafers and watch Kell on Earth (me) or BSG (him).
Exercise? Isn't that what we do when we pull the girls off of each other?
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
I know, I know
I am fully aware that I have not run all week. I wouldn't feel guilty about it if it wasn't for this blog. Which, I guess is the entire point of me starting it in the first place.
It's just when things seem to fall apart, the last thing I want to do is get on a treadmill. A date with Leslie Knope is much more my style.
And just so you know, this weekend is already a throwaway. I'm making pies WITH MY HANDS for my mom's birthday. And so, yeah, I think you see where this is going. Yum.
It's just when things seem to fall apart, the last thing I want to do is get on a treadmill. A date with Leslie Knope is much more my style.
And just so you know, this weekend is already a throwaway. I'm making pies WITH MY HANDS for my mom's birthday. And so, yeah, I think you see where this is going. Yum.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Bumps
Guests and family and a few other things have halted my running at the moment. I am not giving up, however. Just taking a teeny break.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Doing it again
I didn't think there would be another update on this blog ever, ever again.
Honestly, the race was so NOT FUN that I was ready to quit all this, just like I quit all the other exercise routines I start. But then I thought about my three readers (hello!) and about how much I want to go to New York and so I took myself to the gym and started over again.
It was as if everything was telling me not to go. Marina was sick with a fever, so there was guilt about that. Then I forgot my water bottle. And the water fountain at the Y wasn't working. (Is that even legal?) Every little thing I took as a sign to just go home.
But I made it to the treadmill, and instead of concentrating on how long it takes me to run two miles or how long I can run without stopping, I just started running. And after a few minutes, I didn't feel tired at all. I was actually, OMG, having fun! And so that feeling, I imagine, is what Matt feels all the time. It only lasted me a total of four minutes, tops, but, hey, it's a start.
Honestly, the race was so NOT FUN that I was ready to quit all this, just like I quit all the other exercise routines I start. But then I thought about my three readers (hello!) and about how much I want to go to New York and so I took myself to the gym and started over again.
It was as if everything was telling me not to go. Marina was sick with a fever, so there was guilt about that. Then I forgot my water bottle. And the water fountain at the Y wasn't working. (Is that even legal?) Every little thing I took as a sign to just go home.
But I made it to the treadmill, and instead of concentrating on how long it takes me to run two miles or how long I can run without stopping, I just started running. And after a few minutes, I didn't feel tired at all. I was actually, OMG, having fun! And so that feeling, I imagine, is what Matt feels all the time. It only lasted me a total of four minutes, tops, but, hey, it's a start.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Weirdest 5K, ever
Man, do I hate running.
Maybe I just hate outside running where machines can't tell you how fast or how far you're going. Because this race felt like it took forever. And, as it turns out, it did!
Instead of marking a standard, 3.1-mile course, this race was actually four miles. See, but nobody knew that because there were no mile markers along the way. Only after I crossed the poorly-marked finish line did I find out that, yes, there was a reason why this run was sucking so hard. Because it was four miles!
(The race organizers later apologized for their mistake online and renamed it the Super extended 5K.)
So in the end, finishing in 57:20 wasn't quite as bad as it originally seemed back when I thought I was running the slowest 3 miles, ever.
And the best part of the run had nothing to do with my music selection, but it was when I was halfway through and I saw Matt walking in the grass with both girls in his arms. When they saw me, I was running, not walking, and for a few tiny seconds, everything felt right.
Maybe I just hate outside running where machines can't tell you how fast or how far you're going. Because this race felt like it took forever. And, as it turns out, it did!
Instead of marking a standard, 3.1-mile course, this race was actually four miles. See, but nobody knew that because there were no mile markers along the way. Only after I crossed the poorly-marked finish line did I find out that, yes, there was a reason why this run was sucking so hard. Because it was four miles!
(The race organizers later apologized for their mistake online and renamed it the Super extended 5K.)
So in the end, finishing in 57:20 wasn't quite as bad as it originally seemed back when I thought I was running the slowest 3 miles, ever.
And the best part of the run had nothing to do with my music selection, but it was when I was halfway through and I saw Matt walking in the grass with both girls in his arms. When they saw me, I was running, not walking, and for a few tiny seconds, everything felt right.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Guess what?
It's raining.
And there's no signs of it stopping in time for the race.
DRAMA!
What will I do?
And there's no signs of it stopping in time for the race.
DRAMA!
What will I do?
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