Saddling Up

I should be used to it by now.

But it still smarts, every time.

That other people, people who might not have tried as hard or thought about it as much, are better than me.

It comes time, though, to just SUCK IT UP.

And go biking. Which I did.

There may even be time for a jog today.

A jog: where other people, who are running, pass me.

Learning.

I keep expecting those slot machines to drop to 7-7-7, though. Even against all this learning.

Embracing mediocrity. It's not that bad, right? Lots of people seem to love it.

Why else would P.F. Chang's be a successful chain?

The Doldrums

It's true, sometimes, that a body is just too busy for exercise.

But only sometimes.

Rarely, even.

Because, at least for me, I seem to be more productive when I get that run in - especially in the winter.

Maybe because activity banishes those winter tv-watching, feeling-sorry-for-yourself-for-no-good-reason, being lazy doldrums?

Certainly, last night was spectacularly unproductive for me. Unless you deem watching Downton Abbey and reading a novel productive.

Which, in these circumstances of too-much-to-do-for-my-future-to-watch-stupid-Masterpiece-Theatre, I do not.
Wish I were here:

Or here:

Plus, forced inactivity gives me too much time to think about depressing crud like this. Humph.

I am anti.

I Don't Usually Bet

Unless It's a Sure Thing.

Just ask Suave how much money he owes me.

But I couldn't resist a runner's bet To Badwater suggested that the Speedy Blonde and I try out. Plus, how could the Ravens possibly lose against the Patriots?!

After all, Tom Brady comes pretty darn close to having jerk hair.

Exhibit A: Spoelestra (growing into his jerk hair: this is an early photo of his head-coach-dom)

And then Brady (he's the one on the left):

THE BET: whichever person's team loses, that person has to run the points differential in mileage. She gets a week to do so, and the limit on miles is 20. I would be allowed to break up the 20 and, also, to do some as aqua-jogging "miles".

I didn't get as much homework done during this part of the train ride back to DC as I probably should have.

I was too busy following ESPN GAMECAST and cursing.

A missed FG sealed my fate.

I've got to run 3 for the Ravens this week.

Like a good sport, I would normally do my miles after my invectives dried up: about 6:30am this morning.

But, due to major cramping, I'm sidelined this morning. But, Speedy Blonde, I will do the miles.

Stupid Patriots.

Good to Know

Apparently, I haven't been swimming properly. Else my lats wouldn't be sore today.

Or my inner thighs.

Also, apparently, I am really enthusiastic about my workouts when I've missed a day.

Saturday, you see, was a wash because of snow. Stupid health concerns and people afraid I was going to trip, slip and fall on the ice hidden underneath.

I mean, really: what would give you the idea that I'm klutzy?! Hah

Finally, doing lots of jumps and high knees without shoes makes one's feet tired.

I found a way to make the Boot Camp video actually feel like something, though!

Just make sure to get out-of-shape and do no real arm work, then try to do it as hard as possible.

What's Your Mileage?

I just realized, looking at some other peoples' blogs, that I have never added up the miles I've run during a year.

Even when I keep track of the miles/week, which has been too depressing to do lately, I've never bothered to see what they might add up to.

What are your mileage marks for the past year?

A Full Day

But it was great to get up and run, anyway.

This time, we went around the new Nationals Stadium.

Neat how the neighborhood is changing and filling out.

I'd type more but, after 3 classes, I'm really tired.

And I've still got hours of homework.

My cat looks soooo comfortable....Maybe I should join her for a moment......



about 6 1/2 miles today

A Fun Walk?

I do not have fun walking.

I endure walking. As a way to get somewhere. I try to go as fast as I can.

Or, I put my music up really high and totally zone out.

The gym was closed: MLK doesn't appreciate exercise, it seems.

So Peace Corps and I went walking.

I picked a destination: that way, we could be walking TO something.

It is essential on a Monday afternoon to go have coffee in Georgetown, passing about 25 coffee shops along the way, apparently!

"The Cutest Cafe in Georgetown"

No, not the one pictured. That is where we were going. But the line was too long.

The cafe we went to was NOT the Cutest Cafe in Georgetown, despite the sign.

But it was a good advertising gimmick! Got us to go in. I won't go back, though.

In the bathroom upstairs, there were what looked like some dead cockroaches in the bathtub. I didn't look too closely.

Luckily, I have an iron stomach. My crepe stayed down just fine.

After going by the funny card store - handmade cards are awesome: I wish I were able to draw better - we walked back.

It was cold. But still fun. Almost 6 miles, too!