September is the new spring
Ugh. See them? Those sneaky orange tinged leaves peaking out from the big, beautiful summery foliage. Little devils. Truthfully, I would fully embrace fall if it wasn’t the gateway to craptastic winter…but it is, hence my love-hate with autumn.
But with the departure of tan lines, bonfires and flip-flops comes the arrival of… BOOTS! Kidding…sort of. Boots, but also apple picking, pumpkin flavoured everything and cool, crisp morning runs. School is back in, workers are back to work, and the mellow days of summer have drifted away. Let’s face it, fall is the new spring! New beginnings! So here’s how I’m getting back into the swing of things too…
So how goes the running? Well, I’m hovering just under 60% complete, which means if I continue to knock off about 50km each week I’ll hit 2011km by the end of the year! Huzzah! Hold onto your hats, here comes the math…
808km remaining ÷ 16 weeks remaining = 50.5km weekly
And just how am I keeping such accurate records of all of this mileage? Well I’ve welcomed a new member into my little running entourage…
After the tragic end of Original Garmin and a few months of freeloading Hooles’ Garmin, and don’t forget putting up with annoying eBay shipping headaches, I’ve finally put my shiny new Garmin to work! Good news because there is no more guesstimating and rounding down (every meter counts people!), but also bad news because now I’m getting a daily reminder of how painfully slow I am. It’s true what they say, ignorance is bliss. (But so is Baskin Robbins and that makes me feel much better about myself. Blissfully ignorant.)
New Garmin is much flashier with all sorts of buttons and beeping and lasers and such, but I think my fave feature is that it’s about half the size. (That what she…nevermind) Original Garmin was like running with the Zach Morris cell phone of training devices. New Garmin is so sleek! (Comparatively speaking because it is still quite massive. But how else can NASA and the FBI track my every move?)
After a few “relaxed” months, we are kicking the lid off of WINE club again! How is a wine club supporting a healthy lifestyle you ask? Much to my chagrin and most people’s surprise, there is zero alcohol involved. I know, right?! Affectionately known as “Fatties in the basement” by my supportive husband, WINE club is a poor, lazy woman’s Weight Watchers. Weighing In, No Excuses started when Dudes, Red and I decided that we wanted to be accountable for our fitness goals and definitely didn’t want to pay for it. So after a few months at a different club that just wasn’t working for us (i.e. we didn’t care if 80 year old women judged us for eating extra pie = no motivation to eat less pie), we branched off on our own and started WINE club. Basically we meet up once a week in Dudes’ basement to weigh in and whine about work, life, other people, etc. And when the mood strikes us (like in fresh start September!) we set a few personal goals and help each other to stick with them. So we’re hot to trot and back to WINE…and a new member to boot…welcome Hedgie! So next time you see one of us, ask how the WINE club goals are going and maybe even about membership! We’re always open to new people shaming us into exercising! (Maybe…it depends how good you are at it. No one likes a judgey-wudgey bear)
And finally, what else is happening in this springy September?
Muffin and I are heading out to the ol’ west to visit the McKivies…finally! Just when everyone is back to work, we’re getting out of dodge. Stupendous…and a classic move by us.
I can’t wait to spend some QT with some of my very favourite peeps. So hang on to your underoos for an extra few days and I’ll be back to regale you with tales of our adventures…plus a couple of new things that are in the works for FunnerRunner. I told ya, September is the new spring…things are happening!
PS – Happy 50th post to me! And you were all a part of this momentous occasion…lucky duckies!
PPS – I’ll be updating the Kickin’ Asphalt page post-vacation. I’m just too
non-committal whimsical to plan my workouts when I’m supposed to be playing.