June 21, 2011
It’s been getting into the hundreds ’round these parts during the day, which means if I want to run I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6:45. I am not happy about this, but I am happy to run. Afterwards I bend my decidedly not-bendy body into all kinds of contortions because I am bordering on old-age (32!) and if I don’t stretch very, very well, I spend the rest of the day hobbling around the house trying to figure out what the heck I did to myself.
This is the only stretch I actually enjoy doing and that’s only because I pretend I am a ballerina whilst I do it. I am not- nor could I ever have been- a ballerina. Mostly because I am probably the least coordinated person on the planet. But for two minutes a day, I get to pretend I am.
This was the first shot I took, but then I decided it looked a little bit too much like a Nike Ad.
And if you want proof that I am completely unbendy- that’s as far as I can stretch. My hands will never lay flat on the ground. Never.
April 1, 2011
I tried to run today for the first time since November. It didn’t go well.
I only managed half a mile before I wheezed and coughed my way back to the house to search out the Middle kid’s asthma inhaler. I was really hoping that Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred would help prepare me for my re-entry into the running world. It did not. Not even close. It must be all the wrong muscle groups or something.
I guess I’m going to have to go back to the Couch to 5k program and slowly build my stamina back up.
February 12, 2011
As soon as my kid figured out how to walk, he was trying to run. He doesn’t slow down for anyone, ever.
It’s possible that with the right bribe, you might get him to turn around for two seconds. If you are really lucky and really fast, you can get one picture of him. But definitely only one.
Most of the time, I’m not so lucky.