Just lace 'em up and... shit

Well, I finally dragged my sorry behind to the gym today, feeling hale and whole for the first time in I can't remember how long. Though I really did feel lazy as hell on the way there, the act of changing into my gear and powering up the zillion steps to the track really fired me up and I was pumped to get running again by the time I....

.... realized that Tuesday night is track team night. Exclusive track team night. As in, you sad sorry slow mere members, please keep your stumpy legs off our turf. This is Varsity territory for the next two hours.

*sigh*. So yours truly had a date with a very rickety, uncomfortable stationary bike instead. But I pumped the shit out of that thing, and if it wasn't running, it at least felt wonderful to get my heart rate up. Followed up with a short yoga session (hidden away in a corner so I wouldn't get run over by maniacally charging varsity hurldlers), and felt that at least my time had been productively spent.

So no miles to log today. But I'm back, after a fashion. And I intend to keep it that way!

Hey!

How come switching to the new Blogger has wrecked some of my links, and turned half of my comments "anonymous"? What gives and can I fix it? Help!

Oh, misery

I think I can count on one hand the days that I have felt healthy in 2007. I can certainly count my runs, and I don't even need a thumb. Pa-the-tic, I tell you. Being "under the weather" doesn't begin to describe it; it's like the weather put on a pair of industrial boots with steel plates and squashed my immune system under its heel like a bug in a rug. So while my friend and I have been talking non-stop about how we are so excited to run a marathon this year, I have yet to submit my official registration because the longer my nose runs, the less I do. I feel the months of fitness training trickling away at an alarming rate, annihilating all my hard-earned accomplishments. The concept of driving 42km is daunting to me at my present energy level; the idea of running that far is unfathomable. So I am taking this moment to wallow in self pity. Wallow, wallow, wallow. And to hope desperately that this will all be over soon, before I waste away into nothingness, and my running muscles all atrophy from lack of use.

Yeah so clearly I'm a slacker

And I'm sorry. Not much to blog about lately on the running front, so I figured I'd save you the boredom of my blogorrhea.

There is a small amount of news however: though it was a big push at the end, through cold and wind and darkness, December 31st saw me clock in at exactly 1000km for 2006. Since then, well - I've made the executive decision to be more or less on break until I gear up for my next race.




















1000km.... and I end up right in front of my house. Lol - strategically planned for the photo op, of course.