Monthly Archives: February 2012
Although I have been a little MIA on the running scene these last few weeks, I have managed to keep my ever-loving-expanding booty on the move. By pumping my own gas? Taking out the trash? Walking into Baskin Robbins vs. waiting in the car while Muffin fetches me a double scoop? Nope. Nope. And definitely nope. (He refuses to take the blame when ordering freakish amounts of dessert on my behalf. SO selfish.)
For the past 3.5 weeks I’ve been sucked in the the cult that is Soldiers of Fitness. I won’t liken them to Nazis or anything because that would be too
accurate inappropriate, but let’s just say I find myself doing things under their instruction that I wouldn’t normally even fathom doing (e.g. drag an 110lb tire through the slush at 6am…). Whether you call it brainwashing or fear or whatever…it seems to be motivating me. Because I’m a sucker…and it was free.
Anyhoo, I haven’t mentioned it much because I’m actually being paid to write about it over here (and here), so yeah…my little brain can only muster up so many words to describe the ruthless and relentless experience that is Soldiers of Fitness. (But c’mon over for a visit with a bottle of wine and I could be schnapped into telling you exactly what I think of endless chin ups, squat thrusts, sandbags and PRONE FREAKING PLANK POSITION!!)
However, much to my annoyance, I like it.
When my body wants to just roll over in bed and mentally flip the bird to instructors Dimacakos & Suurd (because I’m a gutless baby in real life), my head reminds me that it’s actually kind of fun. And that I actually enjoy being kicked in the arse (metaphorically – they’re not that mean). And that I haven’t challenged my physical limits like this in a long time. Then my throbbing quads quickly respond with “you’re an idiot” and I find myself layering up for another wet and dark morning at the park.
That said, I did hit the pavement this weekend for a little 9k jaunt and it felt goooood. (Likely because I wasn’t dragging three tires from my waist while doing it. Ahem, SOF.) It seems like this love affair with that hussy bootcamp is wrapping up just when I need it. After December, I needed a break from running. I checked out the other side of the green grass. Now I’m ready to be reunited with my true love. It’s all very Ross and Rachel but I think you get me. Running, I’ve missed you.
So what’s on tap? This weekend’s Peterborough Half? Not quite. But Dudes and I will be out there bringing MORE COWBELL as we refresh and replenish folks at a water station. I’m pumped to be cheering at a local race – especially because I know how important it can be to hear a few rah-rahs! when your legs feel like they are made of wet paper towel. So fill me in…who’s running this bad boy? Whaddaya need…gatorade or water? Jujubes or licorice? I’ll be watching for you, but I doubt you’ll miss us…we’re the two crappy volunteers accidentally passing over our mimosas while buried face first in a tub of Big Feet. Best.race.ever.
But as you know, being the best cheerleader ever just isn’t enough to motivate me. I have to pay cold hard cash for a race bib in hopes of keeping up any training plan. So really, what is on the race agenda for me? (Meaning that I’m actually running and not just bellowing “You call that running?!” in a hot chocolate/Baileys fueled rant.)
Ta-da! On April 22, if everything goes according to plan (evil finger tap), I’ll be heading to the Smiths Falls Spring Fling Running Thing! So I’ve got exactly two months to remind my legs that we likey running…and maybe even convince them that we likey not coming in dead last in a teeny-tiny inaugural race.
Happy Valentine’s Day, lovahs.
Here’s hoping that you get something better than clearance Shopper’s Drug Mart candy.
Are you starting to wonder how I even manage to keep a job with this stellar ability to keep deadlines? Magic, I tell ya.
So no. It doesn’t look like Christmas anywhere around these parts.
(Because that’s what Christmas actually looks like around our parts)
BUT! I still want to show off my cool running swag that Santa showered me with a mere, oh, month or so ago.
procrastination ado….Christmas goodies! (…and a whole whack of less-than-professional-quality photos! Of me!)
1) Lobers – Earmuffs with built in speakers so you can plug your iPod right into them! AKA – brilliant!
I saw these once online and, as usual, they didn’t ship to Canada. (Honestly, we’re not that far…Athleta, I’m mostly looking at you.) But that crafty big sis‘ of mine managed to snag a pair for me! (We saw them at a department store in Kingston…I can find out for sure if that’s where she got them if you are interested.) But long story short…they’re awesome. Good sound quality, they stay on my head and they’re warm. Win, win, win. These beauties are especially great for people like me who LOATHE ear buds (or ear buds loathe me…but I think the feeling is pretty mutual). It’s pretty tricky to wear a toque and old school headphones and manage to look like a superstar. I mean, I can pull it off, but it takes some work.
2) Due North Traction Aids – my new favourite piece of gear.
I’ve been running for a few years now…including training throughout the winter for various races in various years (Around the Bay ’06, Miami Marathon ’07, Peterborough Half 2011) and I have never ever attempted to wear cleats, spikes, yak trax, etc. And honestly, I have no idea why. I’m guessing it’s because I’m an idiot, but nevertheless, thank you, thank you Mimded & Eduardo for tossing these magic-makers into my gift pile on a whim! And outside of running, I’m pumped to try these at bootcamp next week…but that’s a story for another day. Or month…depending on how awesome I am at blogging in my usual timely fashion.
3) Gloves – because I lost one of my other ones. Damn you , laundry monster.
Just a heads up, these are listed as men’s gloves on the MEC site. Either I have man-hands or they are a toight, toight glove for most fellas.
4) Lululemon’s Run: Inspire Crop
I also like to call these my “buttah pants” because baby, they feel as smooth as butter going on. I do own or have owned most athletic brands of pants, and NOTHING feels as great as lulu. Haspansive? Obs. Worth it? 100%. (Thank you Mama McGlone for the splurge!)
Truthfully I haven’t started this book yet. I’ve been busy working my way through a riveting chapter in US magazine about “who wore it best” so that’s been eating up a bunch of my time. No seriously, I love that I have this and will definitely be pulling it out soon as part of my “return to asphalt plan”. But for now I’ll just drool over the cover guy’s calves. Baby steps, people.
6) My one-of-a-kind medal & bib display!
Every year the Boot famille draws a name and makes one homemade gift for that person (in addition to real gifts, because unlike my Mom, some of us aren’t crafty enough to create something that would warrant being called an actual gift). And lucky-ducky me, Mimded picked my name and made me this AH.MAH.ZING. medal display! And the pockets behind it are to keep random running stuff in…Garmin, charger, ipod, etc. Genius, no? And now I’m on my way to having an Uncle Jim wall…only 6000 more medals to go!
So that’s my new(ish) running stuff…what did you get? What am I missing?! (e.g. something even better than spikes!?!)
And don’t think that I forgot…I know I mentioned awhile ago that there was BIG NEWS! So big in fact that I’ve kept it to myself for a couple of months…
…nope, I bet it’s not what you are thinking. Especially if you are my mother-in-law….
These crazy kids are getting hitched!!
I am so, so excited for you both! I love you and know that you are about to start an even more amazing adventure together! (Especially when you inevitably become our neighbors. In Ontario. Just sayin’…we Bootmans are a good time.)