Saturday, January 28, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Squinty Pirate Poem
I like to have a Martini,
two at the very most;
three, I'm under the table,
four I'm under my host!
by: Dorothy Parker
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Quail run killer hill training
Monday, January 23, 2006
A super quickie post
Saturday, January 21, 2006
The not so sucky Too Cold to Hold 15k race report with the extra long title just for fun
I don’t have my official time yet, but here is what Garmina has to say:
Obviously, I haven’t figured out how to run the negative split way yet. I’ve got plans to start improving that downward spiral soon; along with some other things like speed work. It might also be beneficial if I stop cheating myself by cutting the workouts short by a mile or two. I became blatantly aware of this mistake beginning around mile six.
My friends, Linda and Kate, walked their first 5k. They did great and I'm glad they enjoyed themselves and are excited for the next race. It was a fun, fun day. I'll post official times and pictures later.
*Don't be fooled by this.
Yes, I am also aware of the trauma of semi-colon-ness.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
No caveat, everything sucks
Ok, first off - suffering from PMS on date night never ends well. It simply never does. When will I learn? It's always that bad. ALWAYS. I tried to be normal. I really, really did. Poor Michael. I really do not deserve this man.
On top of all of this, Wednesday's workout was another lame 4 miles - not 6 or 7 like scheduled. I swam a few laps and gave up for fear of drowning. I left a lot of snot in that pool. Swimming sucks rocks. Why I convince myself that I can swim is beyond any reasonable comprehension. My nutrition also sucks. I've cut my workouts short. I've gained 1.2 lbs. All of these things suck!!!
If all of that wasn't bad enough, I overslept this morning. I didn't get up until 5:45 AM. My alarm clock was in my workout bag and I didn't hear it go off. So no boot camp this morning. Speaking of which, our financial advisor says one gym membership has to go - so this is my last month at the Y. That means no more buttcamp. The F.A. does not understand my desire to remain bootylicious. There goes my Tuesday morning posting material.
Sucking in general doesn't suck, but this is just one suck too many.
I need wine. I need chocolate.
Do you feel my pain?!?!