What’s messed up? My training. Just look at those YTD stats.
Cycling – 108 miles
Swimming – 13.95 miles
Running – 6.66 miles (coincidence? or SATAN!!??)
You know that when you have swum more than twice as far as you have run in a month something is wrong – very wrong. What’s wrong is that I have been a big baby about running.

Today I was determined to fix this problem. I wanted to swim then run but getting up at 5 just wasn’t in the cards because I allowed the bed to seduce me into its warm and loving embrace. In fact – I didn’t even get out of bed until 7:15. Who in the world who has a job stays in bed until 7:15??!!!

So I finally threw my legs over the side of the bed and just got dressed and got out the door before I knew what hit me. And then I tried to run – tried being the operative word. OMG! My legs seemed to have an inexplicable draw toward the ground and just didn’t want to give it up for anything. I looked at the Garmin which said awful things like “12:45” or “14:22” and I yelled at it – YOU STUPID PIECE OF CRAP – I WISH YOU WEREN’T A LIAR! but it didn’t help. The numbers just got uglier. Then I had the remarkably optimistic thought that I must have set it for speed instead of pace and I was really running 13.33 MPH – HA! Of course I was! Such a dreamer.

So I got home and plugged the Garmin into it’s data sucker and uploaded the data and the results were irrefutable – my splits were:
13:39, 12:42, 11:27. ( I really only ran 2;66 but that made YTD 5.66 which in no way lent itself to a good Dana Carvey joke)

At least my efforts to speed up counted for something – but really. 12:45/mile???? UGH.

I’m thinking it is time to quit sitting on the couch knitting and watching reruns of CSI. Yes – seriously. I have been doing that. I hang my head in shame for the sloth and lack of drive.

The nice thing about this is there’s only way to go now – faster.

What’s messed up? My training. Just look at those YTD stats.
Cycling – 108 miles
Swimming – 13.95 miles
Running – 6.66 miles (coincidence? or SATAN!!??)
You know that when you have swum more than twice as far as you have run in a month something is wrong – very wrong. What’s wrong is that I have been a big baby about running.

Today I was determined to fix this problem. I wanted to swim then run but getting up at 5 just wasn’t in the cards because I allowed the bed to seduce me into its warm and loving embrace. In fact – I didn’t even get out of bed until 7:15. Who in the world who has a job stays in bed until 7:15??!!!

So I finally threw my legs over the side of the bed and just got dressed and got out the door before I knew what hit me. And then I tried to run – tried being the operative word. OMG! My legs seemed to have an inexplicable draw toward the ground and just didn’t want to give it up for anything. I looked at the Garmin which said awful things like “12:45” or “14:22” and I yelled at it – YOU STUPID PIECE OF CRAP – I WISH YOU WEREN’T A LIAR! but it didn’t help. The numbers just got uglier. Then I had the remarkably optimistic thought that I must have set it for speed instead of pace and I was really running 13.33 MPH – HA! Of course I was! Such a dreamer.

So I got home and plugged the Garmin into it’s data sucker and uploaded the data and the results were irrefutable – my splits were:
13:39, 12:42, 11:27. ( I really only ran 2;66 but that made YTD 5.66 which in no way lent itself to a good Dana Carvey joke)

At least my efforts to speed up counted for something – but really. 12:45/mile???? UGH.

I’m thinking it is time to quit sitting on the couch knitting and watching reruns of CSI. Yes – seriously. I have been doing that. I hang my head in shame for the sloth and lack of drive.

The nice thing about this is there’s only way to go now – faster.

That’s what I am – blogstipated. I just can’t seem to squeeze out a post. It isn’t that I’m not thinking of you all and it isn’t that my life is SO dull – I’m just not feeling like writing. And it isn’t like the stuff I write is poop so maybe this isn’t the best analogy but this is what you get under the circumstances.

I wanted to write a post about my lovely sleep over party with my friend Cynthia. I wanted to properly introduce her blog No Regrets which is of a very different nature than my blog. Cynthia is a writer of exceptional abilty and thought. She is new to blogging so you can read the entire thing from the bottom up – you won’t be sorry. She is also a very talented artist and has website that showcases her art.

Cynthia is currently living just west of the middle of nowhere and it is lovely. Lovely to visit. I think she is about 1,000 feet and it snowed Monday morning – such a thrill! Her porch looked like this:

I spontaneously burst into a round of

My zipper suit is bunny brown
Zip it up, zip it down
and hurry out to play-o
My Daddy brought it home from work
Zip it up, zip it down and hurry out to play-o

Thanks to Google I now know that those are not the correct lyrics. And that’s what the snow does to me and that’s why I was not tempted in the slightest to go out and run in it. That and the bottle of wine I consumed the night before.

That Cynthia knows how to throw a pj party as well as she knows how to write.

It will be a very cold day in hell before I choose to celebrate my middle aged girth and the ravages of aging over doing what I can to stave them off.

Today – bike in trainer for 45 and run 3 miles. Then I can dance and say “Look at meeee….. I’m training for a half iron distance triathlon!!!”