Dear Swimming, As much as I complain about you — about the middle of the night wakeups, about the cost, about the 3-day swim meets where we spend 18 hours at the pool for 12 minutes of our daughter swimming — I love you dearly. I abandoned you for many years. I used a tread … Continue reading Love Letter to Swimming
What matters now is the sun. It is out, is is warm, it is shining on the days and I want to walk in it. As I age, running hurts. It hurts my joints, it hurts my shins, it hurts my lungs and my throat. Likewise, exercise DVDs – the Jillian Michaels workouts that got … Continue reading What matters now
I was planning to run my first bike/run combo today, which is called a “brick” in triathlon lingo, because your legs feel like bricks when you try to run after riding a bike. But when I checked the forecast yesterday, it called for thunderstorms all day today, with an extra special treat of severe weather … Continue reading ¿Come se dice “kickass” en español?
I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but we bribed our son to exercise. My husband came home from work the other day to find the kids still in their pajamas, racing up and down the stairs whooping and shrieking, wild as hyenas because they hadn’t been outdoors all day, and he was concerned. Our daughter … Continue reading We bribed our son to exercise
Last night, after drinking rum drinks all afternoon, I announced to my husband, “I’m going for a run in the morning.” I rubbed my bloated belly. I packed everything I need for running – shoes, shorts, sports bras, iPod, running watch – and after a week of vacation eating (and drinking), and after a gluttonous … Continue reading My reward for exercising on vacation
This is what it sounds like in my head when I go for a run. 00:13 Jesus Christ it smells like cow shit. 00:42 I’ve still got goosebumps. I knew I should have worn running tights. 00:57 That was smart of me to leave my hair down. At least my neck is warm. 06:23 Oh … Continue reading 32 minutes of work for one minute of silence