Running Commentary

at the gym: day one February 19 2007

so i started my gym membership today.

it’s at a very tiny gym down town.

its been there forever, in the bottom of one of the oldest plaza’s in town & i think a friend of mine and i worked out there once in highschool, just goofing around being cute and thin.

you should know that this is way outside my comfort zone.  to enter this gym, you walk down a flight of stairs and find yourself immediately smack dab in the middle of the gym. i hate walking into a room full of strangers. i hate it. i know it’s stupid…it;s the same thing as my finish line anxiety…but i can’t help it. so for me getting there? really IS half the battle.

i quickly found the cardio equipment tucked away in a side room…fabulous..i can hide and run and turn up my iPod. so i played around on the treadmill, it’s in miles…and i kept screwing it up and resetting it trying to use a program [they kept slowing down to a crawl] and then just turning it off and starting again plain old running. so i think i ran 30-40 minutes.

on these wide wide treadmills which i am totally in love with.

and then i sort of strolled over to the weight area…where i stretched a bit and searched the walls for instructions.

gym boy {nice ass} hooked me up with a “3 day split routine” mostly dumbbells (shut up Jon) and he kept saying…oh i think you can do more weight than that…here try this one.

and i could….which was fabulous. my arms are shakey and i know that tomorrow? i will have trouble lifting my arms to blow dry my hair, i expect that after joining a gym after so long. i did enjoy the dumbbells surprisingly enough, i am usually partial to those gyms full of machines that always slightly to big for me so i rarely get the proper form. i enjoyed the free weights. go figure.

and then.

AND THEN.

he had me sit in this contraption and lean way over…oh look you’re too short…stand on your tip toes…ok no swing back up and do this strange reverse sit up type thing…oh it’s awesome for your lower back

yeah i’m pretty sure i will not be putting on my own pants tomorrow (shut up Jon).

On Jon…and why i totally hate him. February 16 2007

Somehow. Jon worked his jedi mind tricks on me and convinced me to give up sweets for lent. LENT! I haven’t given anything up for lent since my last year in a catholic school, grade 8 I think.

So as of next thursday I will be giving up sweets with the devil himself. I tweeking mine of course. I will not be giving up the honey i add to my steaming tea in the morning, but i will buy a travel size jar to take to work. Also? Not giving up maple syrup. Cause sometimes chris makes the best pancakes ever, it’s my mom’s recipe but he makes it yummy. and pancakes are just wrong with out  real maple syrup.

Well I think that’s all i can think of right now. Honey (unpasteurized) & maple syrup (local).

I might die from this.
And HE will have that on his conscious

heh. February 15 2007

I worked yesterday, from 9am till 6pm. Brendan had to be at the ski hill at 8am and Noah need someone to watch him until he went to school and then after he was done (12:30-2:45).

Anyway, there was no one available and chris had to use a sick day (even though I make less money…but there was no one else that could run the store yesterday), so I left with Brendan at about 8:10 (he said his teacher told him he could be late) and on my out I shouted to Noah “Make sure Daddy comes into school to help your class decorate cupcakes!”

And he totally did. Chris stayed for the entire kindergarten class, something I have gotten to do many times, but he has not.   He sorted valentines into the kids decorated bags, he handed out the little place mats (aka paper toweling) and helped the kids decorate fabulous cupcakes. He even got to decorate on of his own…and then Noah ate before I even got home. Madame (Noah’s teacher) loved having him and asked him to thank me for making him come. he he.

Noah was seriously proud that his Daddy was there with him.  Unfortunately for Chris he didn’t understand most of the day as he remembers very little french. Which I find hilarious, because seriously…you can’t remember enough French to get you through a JK class? heh.

Well, Noah a hoot and Chris was impressed with all noah has learned since Sept.

running February 13 2007

Ok, so i ran today. for an hour. it was awesome, was one of my better runs lately. I started to get that feeling you know, the feeling nicely exhausted but not dead tired. Like walking home afterwards was alright, i could feel my legs but they were still carrying me at least. progress….trust me.

In other, more infuriating news. My 4yr old child kicked me today on the way home.

KICKED. ME.

And barely lived to tell about it. He is currently banned from the TV till tomorrow sometime and i have confiscated his CARS movie until further notice. And if he kicks me again I might eat it.

Can you believe that?

Think back…to any point in your childhood and now imagine KICKING YOUR MOTHER in the calf, in the calf that she spent an hour running on. Now imagine just how hard she would’ve back handed you across the room. My mom? May have actually drawn blood and then kicked my ass all the way to bed room…for like a week.

And yet my child still breaths and remains in the living room…breathing and not bleeding much.

yeah February 12 2007

i was supposed to run today. for an hour.

but i could not find my running clothes to wash and then run in.  and yes it can only be THOSE particular shorts because it is mother fucking hot in that basement and i cannot wear any of my other running attire there.

so i resigned myself to run tomorrow afternoon. fine enough. but i was still in a bit of (accusing) snizzy when chris arrived home from work.

“where are my running clothes? i wore them saturday night and left in the bathroom after my shower and YOU took all the laundry out of there and now i can’t find them.”

shrugs

and then he proceeded to walk to the bathroom to have a shower of his own….he entered the washroom closed the door and then immediately opened the door and stepped out with my running clothes in his had. He picked it up from the floor where he had set it as not inadvertantly dry my undriables.

tomorrow it is.

duh