Saturday, January 28, 2006

I moved.

I live here now! Come visit me!

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Rowdy loves linguine & pesto . . .

Squinty Pirate Poem

Sent by my fellow martini-loving friend Kate, who can actually finish a martini

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

This morning's run was hill training . . . I think a good substitute for my long lost and dearly missed buttcamp *a moment of silence please*. 5.32 miles - here are my splits and an elevation chart. I'm not sure how these hills compare to others, but this is hilly for our area.


Monday, January 23, 2006

A super quickie post

My official time for the 15k was 1:32:40. Bleh. I start speed work soon. Yay.

Here are a few pictures:

Saturday, January 21, 2006

The not so sucky Too Cold to Hold 15k race report with the extra long title just for fun

This report doesn't suck because I was fast, because I wasn’t. It doesn't suck because, despite the menstrual merriment, I enjoyed myself and ran for fun.* A very small revenge on Mother Nature, but I’ll take it. Aside from frozen appendages, the only other unpleasantness was that the water tasted like ass. I have serious suspicions that by the time my slow kind got around to the water stations they were siphoning from the local lake; which was a landfill in its former life.

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

I wasn't going to do it. But, blogging is good therapy and I NEED to blog. PMS or not, I must feed my addiction in a shameless ploy to gain attention and/or sympathy.

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?!?!