The Black Street Stairs

Engineered by Satan himself, these stairs take you from downtown Whitehorse up the hill to the airport fence… and also to hell.

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Last spring my crew at work began doing weekly workouts together. My friend / coworker / generally awesome person Alison (princess earhandles… I’m sick of blog nicknames) organized them and they turned out to be pretty fun. She has put together another set of workouts this fall and today was the first one. This time we have a Drill Sargent who obviously helped Satan build these stairs.

I’ve often heard of the Black Street Stairs but I have never been there before. We met there today at 1:30 for our torture session. I was so nervous about going that I actually had full stress sweats before I left the house. I also had a GI reaction that you don’t really want to hear about, but I definitely told Alison the full details. Still, I went.

There were four of us from work as well as Drill Sargent James and his evil minion. I call them evil but in reality they were super encouraging dudes who ran with me and pushed me and made me feel pretty good.

We started out just above the parking lot where there are a couple of chin up bars. James said we were going to do a few chin ups. I laughed. He was serious. I said no, it’s possible I welled up a bit (partially hidden behind sunglasses). I didn’t want to be embarrassed because I know I cannot do a chin up. I can barely even hang on to a bar with arms extended and not fall off. He told me to just jump up as high as I can while holding the bar and let myself down as slowly as possible. My fit friends went first and managed some good chin ups. I walked up and grabbed the bar, jumped, and let myself down… like a fucking rock! I can’t even hang on and let myself down slow. Humiliation! I’m welling up a bit thinking about the shame. But I shouldn’t, because I was there with good friends who don’t give a shit about that. They were happy I was there with them doing something good for myself, not judging me for the terrible shape I’m in. Do I have reason to be ashamed? Yes, I think I do. But if I let that hold me back I’ll just stay where I am… or get even bigger and weaker. I’m sure I will have many moments like this during my journey but pushing through them will make me stronger physically and mentally, so I need to do it. So I cried on the inside like a winner while I did three more “chin ups”.

The first stair event was climbing all the way up at a walk. I started out pretty well but fell back after a few flights of stairs. I looked up and saw my friends climbing at what appeared to be a very slow pace, and I still couldn’t keep up. But I plugged along and made it to the top without taking a break, something that would not have been possible for me a month ago.  When we got to the bottom the torture really began. We were supposed to run as hard as we could up the stairs until we couldn’t go anymore and then stop and come back down. I made 5 flights the first run. As you can see from the photo that’s not even half way up. But I was done. I got back down and my legs were literally shaking. I recovered while the others did a couple runs and went again. The boys told me to go for 3 flights for sure and push for 4. I did it. Next time go for 2 push for 3. One of the boys ran behind me encouraging me on the way. I made it up 3 and then threw my arm up and said “one more!” Cheering erupted from below, I was exhausted but my friends and Satan’s minions made me feel great.

On my last run James came with me. I was running as hard as I could, he was walking beside me taking the stairs two at a time. I stammered out “you’re… walking… I’m… going… as… fast… as… I… can…” He told me he does this all the time and that I was doing great. I made it up 4 flights at a “run” and then went for one more at a walk. When I got to the bottom my legs were trembling so hard I could barely stand. I did keep standing though and we talked about our goals. James said my half marathon goal was cool and that he’d like to work with me on my running goals. He asked if I like being pushed this hard. I said yes… but I can’t do it for myself. I really meant no, go fuck yourself. No, that’s not true. I did like being pushed that hard, I feel great now. And I really can’t do it for myself, not yet. So I actually am looking forward to our weekly crew workouts with him, even though he’s evil… like the fru-its of the devil (10 points for anyone who gets that movie reference).

I stretched, drove home, and had an hour long hot tub. I am now hobbling around the house, probably stuck on the main floor forever. I may have to crawl up to bed. My legs were still shaking two hours later when Cameron got home. He laughed pretty hard at that… but I didn’t see him at the stairs. Possibly because he was chopping wood, installing a new stair railing and replacing every light bulb in the house but that’s no excuse.

I have a trail run scheduled tomorrow. Before the hell session began today I went and bought a sweet pair of trail running shoes which I realized I “needed” after my run at the wildlife preserve. If I am capable of walking when I wake up in the morning then it will happen. Cam and dem puppies will be coming with me to the research forest for the 5k loop.

I’ll update tomorrow with a pic of my sweet trail shoes and further tales of my misery.

~PP

Thank you Alison for arranging this and to you, Gillian and Ann-Marie for cheering and encouraging me. I appreciate it more than I can tell you. I cried on the outside when I got home thinking about how hard that was for me and how awesome you guys were… thank you!

I Signed Up For My First Run!

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Today a friend invited me on Facebook to the Terry Fox Run. I looked at my calendar secretly hoping that I was working that day. It’s in between my days and nights, so I have the whole day off. SHIT!

So I signed up. This is actually a great first event for me. It’s not really a race but a running fundraiser for the Terry Fox Foundation. For my American friends Terry Fox was a young man who had cancer and lost his leg to it. In 1980 he started a run across Canada to raise money for cancer research. This run was called the Marathon of Hope. He started on the east coast and headed west running about 42 km (26 miles) a day with a prosthetic leg. After running 5373 km (3339 miles) in 143 days Terry Fox had to stop running because the cancer returned, this time in his lungs. He died in 1981 at 22 years old. The Terry Fox Run has raised over $650 million dollars since then, and that’s a pretty stellar legacy to leave.*

Terry Fox was from Port Coquitlam, BC which is just a few kilometers from where I grew up. I remember participating in the Terry Fox run every year in elementary school and junior high.

I think this is an amazing way to start off my running life because it is not really a race but a collaborative effort to support a great cause. It is non competitive and is on the same route that I ran yesterday so I know I can do it, and it doesn’t matter how long it takes me.

If you would consider supporting me for $1 to the Terry Fox Foundation I’ll reach my goal of $100 raised no problem. If everyone gives $2 I can double it. I really hate asking for money but I decided that just like running in public, I’m gonna suck it up and support this great cause and do something great for myself at the same time.

You can find my fundraising page here: Support the Pudgy Princess!

Alternately you can flip me a loonie the next time you see me and I’ll enter you on my fundraising page.

And my Whitehorse friends… I challenge you to run with me! I’m SO slow so even if you do zero training and walk fast I’m sure we can do it together.

Thanks for the invite Gillian!

~PP

*Info on Terry Fox from the Terry Fox Foundation Website

Triumph and Tragedy

Triumph!

I ran 5.74k today! It was really a bit more but as you can see from my run map I forgot to turn on my gps for the first bit.

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It was week 4 day 1 of C25K and I had two 3 minute run segments and two 5 minute ones. Last week the max was 3 minutes so I was a little nervous for the fivers. I was running with Princess Sweatsalot today so it was my first run with someone other than Svelte and my first run in public. In my rural neighbourhood I get passed by one car, maybe, and I never see other runners or walkers. Mostly we just get attacked by neighbour dogs and they don’t care about my wobbly bits.

As I was walking to meet Sweatsalot my legs were actually shaking a bit because I was nervous about the running in public thing… but I’m generally a pretty confident person and don’t care much what other people think of me. No that’s not true. I totally care. Mostly about what people I know and like think of me though, strangers I’m more indifferent to. I told myself to get over it and Sweatsalot told me to also (she put it a bit more diplomatically I think) and I did, mostly. We set off on the adventure.

Sweatsalot is definitely faster than me, but every time she wanted to speed up she ran ahead and then loyally ran back to me and kept pace for a while with words of encouragement that I sorely needed. I don’t think I would have kept going on the fivers without her there. At one point she looked back from two steps in front of me directly at my feet which were barely lifting on the trail and told me to pick them up! I called her a sneaky foot looker, but I did it.

When the C25K app told me I was done we were half way around the loop trail. So I walked for five minutes and then set it on the last run for week 3 and kept going with 90 second and 3 minute run intervals until we were about 500m from the start. Triumph! I owe this one to Sweats and now that she’s pushed me through the first run I’ll make it for the other two runs this week because I know I can do it. The other contributing factor which was important, although not as much as my Sweaty hero was the song Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go. This was somehow on my running playlist and came on right after the sneaky foot looker incident. How can you not run or dance to that song? So good. Add it to your list, seriously. I’ve chair danced to it once and full on danced to it twice already while blogging. It’s really slowing the writing down.

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Tragedy

Although a minor tragedy in the general scope of tragedies, it is nonetheless hilarious.

It started when I arrived at home after the triumph and stepped out of the car. I had definitely forgotten to stretch out after the run. This was evident when I tried to step out of the car and everything went creeeeeeaak. I hobbled into the house and since I was still warm half an hour later I stretched it out using the stair railing as a convenient support. I had one more stretch that I needed to sit down for so I got down on the ground and dem puppies attacked! Apparently I am delicious after a run. I wrestled with their hugs and kisses for a bit and then finished my stretch and tried to get up. I could not. I was stuck on the ground forever. I took a few minutes to gather all the strength I possess and managed to arise.

Is this the tragedy you ask? Oh no… worse was to come.

I made myself a delicious and healthy chicken wrap for dinner and it was thoroughly enjoyable. Then I headed out to clean up the garbage that a nighttime visitor had decided to scatter around the shed. The door had been left open (not by me for once) and someone found it to be a tasty snack. So I started the disgusting job of picking it all up and made my way to the bag it had come from. This bag was particularly ripe and unpleasant. You need to understand that I have a very strong gag reflex. If someone just makes a gag noise or horks up some phlegm it’s gag city for me. So as I started to try and get the offending bag into a new one I got a big whiff of the garbage stink and gag happened. And then another one, and another. I ran away and thought about puppies chasing butterflies and pristine waterfalls to get myself together. When I was ready I tried again. Gag. Puppies and butterflies, another try. Gag… gag… gag.. VOMIT! I threw up my entire delicious wrap. And all the water I drank, and possibly yesterdays breakfast. It was terrible!!!  I hate throwing up. It’s the worst.

I had to text Svelte to tell him about this and he thought it was hilarious. His only reply was that he was really sad he wasn’t here to see it. Typical. He’s tried to get me to puke more than once by making gagging sounds and has almost succeeded before taking pity on me and stopping. I asked him if he wanted a photo to prove it had happened. He said… “no?… I don’t know?… I’m torn.” So I sent him a long distance photo which clearly shows a puke puddle but not close enough to be 100% disgusting. 50% was good enough. I guess our nighttime visitor will come back to another tasty snack tonight (that was an example of 100% disgusting).

I dragged my tired body into the hot tub and settled down with a drink and Canadian Running magazine. I opened it up and the cardboard subscription card promptly fell into the water. I turned off the jets and looked for it in vain. It was gone into the filter. So I opened up the filter and stuck my hand in it to get it out. It wasn’t there. I tried to retrieve my hand as I’m fond of it, but I couldn’t. It was stuck! In the hot tub filter! And I had gotten out of the hot tub to look for it so I was standing in the cold wind, soaking wet with my hand stuck in the hot tub filter. I’m sure this kind of thing only happens to me. I panicked for a minute but once I calmed down a bit I was able to work it out of the filter. I had noticed while stuck in there that the bromine tablet had dissolved. So I grabbed the bottle of bromine and tried to drop a tablet into the cap of the bottle. Unfortunately I had grabbed the shock instead of the bromine which is granules and not tablets. I poured shock granules all over my hand, and the bench and the deck. Switch swooped in to give it a lick and instead got a smack and a NO! I walked into the house soaking wet and dripping to wash my hands and get a bowl of water to wash it away. While doing this I noticed the cardboard subscription card on the bottom of the hot tub. Seriously? After I had successfully deposited bromine into the tub I got back in and settled down to relax… for 5 minutes until the sky opened up and poured rain on me and my magazine. Sigh.

So the morals of this story are:

  1. Your friends are awesome, run with them.
  2. Stretch after you run.
  3. If the garbage gets scattered leave it for your husband to deal with.
  4. Do not stick your hand in the hot tub filter.
  5. Make sure you have the right bottle before you go pouring it everywhere.
  6. Listen to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go.

Do do do, Jitterbug!

~PP

Ahh to Have a Dog’s Attitude…

A post run drink for two.

A post run drink for two

Dogs love running. Love it! Why is it the best thing ever for them? It’s one of the pinnacles of their lives, along with finally catching that squirrel that’s been teasing them all summer, chewing bones and sleeping. I wish I could just naturally love it like they do. I also wish I had four legs. Then maybe I could spread the tired out a little more and run faster.

They know when I start getting ready that they’re going out and they do not hesitate to let me know how excited they are. Switch actually vibrates and makes Chewbacca like noises. (I just learned that the dictionary on this computer doesn’t know Chewbacca. Not nerd friendly I guess. It wanted to change it to backache… so I guess it is new runner friendly and that’s something)

I think they see me put my shirt on and Switch says to Chinook “Hey! She’s putting on that shirt!”

Chinook replies “that one? The one that’s more glaringly bright grey than all her other shirts?”

“Yes! I THINK WE’RE GOING OUT” he shouts.

“YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!” They both say until we get out the door.

My shirt is bright pink… that was a – dogs are colour blind – joke, just in case you missed it. Har har har 😉

The point is I can’t imagine feeling that way about running. I hope to get that feeling one day but it wasn’t today. The weather was niceish and the running part went well. Switch decided he was a lead dog coming up on the finish line of the Yukon Quest and would not stop pulling for a while. We worked it out but then he had some focus problems and cut me off while staring down neighbour driveways about four times. He was like me at the mall, unable to walk in a straight line because I’m marveling at everything. Ask Svelte, I exasperate him and sometimes he just lets me walk into signs and such.

I ran into him the first three times but managed to slow down before disaster occurred and he figured it out. The last time he cut me off the only thing that saved us from a terrible limb flying, leash tangling pile of princess and dog was some crazy pudgy ninja move that I pulled by hurdling over him and managing to stay upright. It was a Christmas miracle! Now I’ve used that up for everyone. Sorry guys.

Today was C25K Week 3 day 3 and I’m on to week 4 after my night shifts tonight and tomorrow. Princess Sweatsalot and I are going to do a run together on Wednesday. I took a sneaky peek at the run and I will be up to 5 minute run sections on this one. That seemed impossible to me three weeks ago. That’s something I have to remember when I think about how long a half marathon is (and it’s just HALF).

It seems impossible now but it isn’t, I can do it.

~PP

The Laundry Injury – A Tale of Woe

Our story begins on a typical August evening in the far north of Canada when a prince sometimes called Svelte declared to his princess that her laundry was getting out of control… again.

It was impossible to disagree with him, it was indeed out of countrol. A veritable mountain of laundry had grown while he was away on his business trip to take over his own laundry bin. This is the only reason why he had to say something. He is usually very understanding of my aversion to laundry but when his own bin is compromised I have gone beyond the pale. Fair enough.

Perhaps running and the sweaty clothing it generates was to blame, more likely laziness. But the reason matters not! Something had to be done. That something was laundry.

I trudged down to the basement multiple times and got that mountain washed. It was still a mountain, but now a clean mountain.

It is important to know that our bed situation had changed the day before. We had a very high bed until the day before the laundry mishap. It was a four poster deal that I could only get in by dive rolling which is dangerous when tired or drinky. Picture trying to roll onto your kitchen counter to get into bed every night. Chinook has pretty good ups so she had no problem with it, but Switch being twice her size and not nearly as springy was having more issues. I was done with the dive rolls and deemed that the high bed had to go, so Svelte had disassembled the bed and put our mattress on the floor college style until we find a better lower frame. The repercussion I did not anticipate was the loss of my laundry folding platform. It was the perfect height for that.

I sat down on my new low bed to tackle mount laundry. One hour later I was still folding… and had sunk into my amazing tempurpedic bed. These beds are amazing for sleeping in (if you’ve never tried one it is worth every single cent and more) but not amazing for sitting in the middle of with no back rest. I was doing some weird laundry folding hunch thing that was setting my back on fire. I got up, my back rebelled. I had a line of fire to the right side of my spine! I groaned, I whined, I complained. If a Pudgy Princess yells in her room with no one around, does she make a sound? If it does princes don’t hear it. I laid down and sulked.

Svelte eventually came by and asked if I was taking a little break. “I hurt my back!”

“What?”

“I hurt my back, it’s killing me!”

“Weren’t you just folding laundry?”

“Yes! It hurts!”

“You’re seriously telling me you have a laundry injury?”

“Yes!!!”

I had a laundry injury. I was not finshed with the laundry but I was seriously finished with the laundry. You know? It was just about time for bed so I put away what I had done and went to bed. No sleep happened because my effing back was in a full spasm! Ridiculous.

I can’t be 100% sure here but I’m fairly certain the last laundry injury occured in 1403 when a washer woman who was beating her lord’s clothes on the rocks down by the river slipped and was washed away by the current never to be seen again. Who gets a laundry injury? Nobody. Nobody gets a laundry injury. Ever.

This happened the day before my almost 5k run so it didn’t stop me from running and didn’t bother me at all on the run. Today and yesterday I’ve been sitting in a classroom for some work training and it’s really been twinging. I had the option to run today or tomorrow. I didn’t run today after work. I stopped by Princess Ear Handle’s place and she gave me a very nice present. A bottle of Kracken Rum! So I had two very good reasons not to run tonight. A bottle of Kracken, and a bottle of Appleton rum I already had at home. Have I mentioned that I like rum?

Tomorrow I will acomplish something I have never acomplished before. I will run in the morning before work. I have tried countless times to get up before work and exercise. My alarm goes off, and then I say “what the FUCK was I thinking???” and turn it off. Why will it be different tomorrow?

Three reasons:

  1. I am telling you that I will do it. This is the only reason why I’ve made it over the two week hump and am still running at all. Real humans are reading this. I told you I’m gonna do it, so I’m gonna do it.
  2. Kracken will make sure I don’t run after work
  3. If Kracken doesn’t make sure, Appleton will.

So ask me tomorrow if I ran in the morning. I don’t want to deal with the shame of telling you I didn’t.

Also, don’t fold laundry for an hour while sitting on a tempurpedic bed with no back rest.

Also, don’t let your laundry pile up so much that you have to fold it for an hour. It sucks 😉

~PP

Epilogue: my laundry is still not done but Svelte has his bin back so he’s happy 🙂


(Almost) 5k Today

Here is my route today

  

  
Thanks Fitbit Surge watch for that awesome map! You’ll notice I’ve blurred out the street names so you can’t come a murder me in my sleep… although I’m sure if you were intent on murdering me you could figure it out by the shape of the roads. Just to remind you, I have a huge German Shepherd who is really mean and not silly at all. For reals though, I have a big shotgun… in my bedroom. 

So I know it’s not even 4.5k, BUT it’s a lot closer to 5k than I’ve walked/ran most days of my life. Also… I just yelled at Svelte “runned??” and he said distainfully, “ran.” I fancy myself somewhat of a wordsmith at times, but apparently ran was not in my vocabulary until today. Rum may be to blame, there’s no way to know. 

If you look at my pace you will see that kilometer 2 was mostly a big uphill, kilometer 3 was mostly trying to breathe again and kilometer 4 was mostly downhill. I have to get that pace down to about 9 minutes a kilometer for the half marathon. The slowest you can run it is 16 minutes per mile without being shamefully taken off the course. The Disney website recommends training at 15 minutes per mile. 

My goal is to be at 9 minutes per kilometer by race day. That will be a (very) approximate half marathon time of 3 hours. I’d love to be faster but right now this is my goal. If I reach it with time left I’ll pick up the pace. 

Serioulsy though, if I can finish this race in last place and not be hauled off the course it will be a VICTORY!

Today my rum was pretty good. Did I say rum? I mean run, yeah, run. 

I left at approximately or exactly 13:12 as you can see on the map (ooooh she uses 24 hour time, neat!). Dem puppies were with me as always. Everything started well and then about 1k into the run I realized that the battery had died in Switch’s electronic collar. Remember he is HUGE and occasionally he needs to be reminded to listen to me. So a dead battery meant that he pulled me about 80% of the run and the other 20% I was yelling at him to stop pulling me, between attempts to breathe. He’s pretty smart and he knew that fecking thing was dead. 

I decided to go around the neighbourhood and do this once a week so I can have a good record of how much my time is improving while I train. I work 2 days, 2 nights, 5 days off and have just nailed down a schedule for myself. I will run on the day of my first night shift, and then my first, third and 5th day off. My second and 4th day off are cross training and my day shifts and in between my nights are rest days. So my third day off will always be this 4.4k run (longer when I get there). It’s impossible to do anything on a calendar week when you work shift work. I usually don’t even know what day of the week it is. 

Everything, except Switch pulling me, went well until we were about 500 meters from home when the neighbour’s dog two doors down (the neighborhood is all acreages so 2 doors down is a ways) decided to come out on the road and attack us. So I have a 70ish lb dog running and growling at us and a 105lb German Shepherd with a dead electronic collar trying to run and growl back at him while attached to my backpack. Luckily I spotted this dog first (miracle!) and grabbed him by the short handle on the leash before he tried to defend his mother’s honour. I actually yelled “who’s FUCKING dog is this” as they were about to get into it. Some girl started yelling at our attacker and Switch barked and stared him down until he slinked away. It could have gone so horribly wrong but we reached home with all limbs in tact. 

Then the running gods smiled upon me! It was drizzly and overcast all day and I had taken advantage of a lull in the rain to get my run in. Not 5 minutes after we got home the sky opened up and a torrential downpour commenced. I laid on the couch, breathed and thanked them for holding off until I was done. I will remember that next time I have to run in the rain and give thanks for that one time when they waited until I was done. 

In other news I’ve lost a pound. Two weeks in and only one pound but I wasn’t too focused on what I was eating the first week and half. I am now using my fitness pal which synchs to my fitbit app and the eating is going better now. I’m going for a 1000 calorie deficit per day which scales to the amount of calories I burn. I like that better than a static calorie goal. I must always eat a minimum of 1200 calories (no effing problem!) and then depending on how much I burn I can eat more as long as I maintain that 1000 calorie deficit. Usually that equals at least 1500 calories of eating but if I do absolutely nothing all day I can still eat 1200-1300. 

99 pounds to go. For some reason that seems like so much less than 100 pounds. Sweet!

~PP

A Fitbit Surprise

Svelte came home from his business trip a few days ago with a Fitbit surprise for me!

  
He brought me a Surge! I’ve only been wearing it for three days but so far I love it! It’s a gps running watch with heartrate monitor on it (no chest strap required!) and step/calorie counter. There’s more it can do but those are the things I really wanted it for and I can’t believe he got it for me!

Here’s a photo of the heart rate data from my run/walk today.

  
Obviously you can see where the running was and where the walking was. I’d like to push that heart rate a little higher once I can run faster than a snail while still breathing. Breathing is important. 

I’m going to try it out for a spinning workout tomorrow and see how it does. It has a spinning setting so hopefully it’ll do a good job of tracking calorie burn. I really like the app it comes with too. It looks nice and is fairly easy to navigate. It also gives you a ton of good information about how much you’re moving during the day. There are a lot of in depth reviews on it out there so I won’t go in to too much detail but the summary is I love it!

Svelte has come on my last two runs with me. He used to run cross country in high school which was a few years ago now. Much to my dismay he didn’t have to run with me on the running sections though… he can walk fast and keep right up, haha! He has very long legs and I run very slowly. But I like having him along with me, I don’t worry about bears so much when he’s there and the time goes by faster when you’re chatting instead of just thinking about your misery. The misery is getting better though and I know from previous attempts that soon the misery will (mostly) dissapear and I’ll enjoy it more. 

C25K week 2 day 3 in the books today. Tomorrow spinning (my sore butt has recovered!) and Wednesday week 3 starts. 

Sorry for the lack of hilarious stories for you today… I’ll try to do something dumb tomorrow so my next post can have a little more spice. 

~PP

Big Butt vs. Small Bike Seat

Yesterday it rained. I had no desire to run in the rain and could still get my 3 runs in this week by delaying a day, so cross training it was. I went with spinning. In my younger days when I once was going to the gym regularly I did an hour long spinning class three times a week. I loved it. About two years ago I decided that I’d get into spinning again but do it at home. We live a ways from any gyms here. So I needed a spin bike. 

The Prince and I play this game which goes like this: Princess wants piece of new fitness equipment for her latest weight loss kick. Prince is very supportive and agrees to buy said equipment but if Princess does not use it he gets to sell it. Equipment is bought. Princess uses it for about a month. It becomes a clothes rack. Prince sells it. 

I lost a beautiful livestrong treadmill last year this way. I could really use that now but hey, it’s my own fault and I’ll probably have to run 3 times a week for at least year to get one again. I digress, the point of all this is that I have a decent spin bike that he hasn’t managed to sell off yet. Well I’m keeping that thing! You hear me Svelte?!? The game is no longer on! 

Here it is:

  
Chinook is making half an appearance in there too. It occurs to me that the bike probably needs a name. I will take suggestions in the comments 😉

So I found an intro 20 min spin class on youtube and spun my little heart out. As the title suggests it was a bit of a battle between my butt and that little seat. Seat for the win! My royal butt is in a world of pain. But (haha, butt) I remember that happening even when my bottom took up much less space. Maybe not this much ouch occured but I know it’ll get better and one day I will be able to sit on a hard chair again. I’ll be back on that bike as soon as it doesn’t feel like I’m sitting on a 2″ wodden rail because it was such a good workout. In 20 minutes I sweat enough to fill a bucket, or at least a cup, a small cup. The point is I sweat a lot more then when doing most other workouts I’ve tried and I’ve tried many. Also it’ll strengthen my knees and legs for that running. 

Speaking of running today was C25K week 2 day 1. Runs are up to 90 seconds at a time. I know this sounds like a very short time but I was nervous about it. Luckily everything went perfectly… orrr maybe it went like this:

It was raining again and I was not looking forward to running in it however I put it off yesterday so it had to be done today. I waited, the rain stopped, I geared up. Tights, ultra sports bra, tank top, socks, shoes, jacket, pack, dog collars, headphones, music on, ready to go! I started up my couch to 5k app and heard something. It was the rain, I could hear it on the tin roof of my house over my music. It was now raining way harder than it had all morning before it stopped. The dogs were doing the “we’re going out!!!!!” dance, so I couldn’t let them down. Off came the pack, on went the rain jacket and gloves, pack back on, hood up and I was out the door. 

I did my 5 minute walk warm up and started my first run interval. My hood made me feel claustraphobic, it came off. My head got very wet. My headband was slipping, it came off taking my headphones with it. I fixed it. The dogs refused to heel well, my hands got too hot with my gloves on, I was getting covered in dirt and soaked, I swore a lot, I did it anyway! Triumph! Sore butt and all. 

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~PP