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Mighty Mighty

I looked in a full length mirror today…

So, here’s today’s workout T-shirt 

I’m in Malvern, PA.  I was walking on the treadmill when a couple of good tunes came across the earbuds. 2.5 miles for the day.  Barefoot no less (literally not possible to be less)  Now, I’m hanging out in my hotel room having a little dance party. 

Soon, I’ll switch over to more mellow music and work on my mobility work.

These hips will be constant work but I am better off than I was.  After all, I drove 3 hours yesterday, left the house at 4:30 am to catch a 7 am flight to Philly. I spent all day sitting on ill fitting chairs in meetings. Considering my past, my inability to get through a day like that without groaning, I am so much better off now.  

Time to sign off for a little Someday I Suppose by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones. You can watch it on YouTube. 

Even though I’m going to dance to it, my oneday needs to be today. 


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Giving Up

I joined a gym. I’m losing inches. I’m getting stronger. I’m eating chocolate. I’m wearing shoes.

It’s been several weeks since I started working out at the gym again. The guard at the door verbally greets me with half open eye lids. He even confided, one day, it was tough to get up at 4 am to come to work. I smiled in solidarity. I’m practically a regular.

Which is why I felt it was the right time to remove my shoes.

I’m giving up my shoes but I don’t think I’m giving up chocolate.

I’m not sure how many people think it is crazy but there have been enough people over the years commenting on my preference for bare feet that it’s more than just in my head. Add the public shower barefoot fungus phobia to the intense germ-a-phobia that exists in the gym as evidenced by the plethora of anti-bacterial gels on every exercise machine. Let’s just say, I gave up my shoes but I didn’t trumpet the virtues of barefootedness. (besides on here, of course)

PSA – Foot fungus develops in warm moist areas that don’t dry out. No shoes = dry feet = poor environment for fungus growth

We’ll see if I continue to get away with it or if I get asked to put the shoes back on. If that happens, I’m giving up the gym.

I’m still won’t be giving up chocolate though.

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Saturday, I went for a bona fide run. You know, an outside run where I ran a concrete, measurable distance instead of in place like a hamster. It took me ten steps to realize that this run was going to be onerous, and it was going to suck.

Running on a treadmill is elementary because pressing the start button triggers your basic instinct to survive. You must run to prevent falling to your death. When outdoors, however, not running (example: walking) has a greater likelihood of personal survival for the average, middle aged paper pusher like me (minus situations incorporating zombies or bears). Survival mode or not, I was there for a bona fide run.

Ninety feet into my run, each step is like a stampeding elephant. The jarring shock waves that should be shaking the trees aren’t because the shock waves have been corralled inside my skin. Every bone, joint, and muscle feels the 7,000 kg striking force in each step. I monitor my stride, foot placement, and cadence but there is no escaping the stomp of a stampeding elephant.

I remind myself that the first mile of the run is always the hardest. It’ll get better.

Now 600 yards into the run, I think if I were an original engine in a 41 year old Camaro, the mechanic would have already dove through the window to shut off the ignition to stop the devastating knocking that would surely cause the parts to seize shortly. Instead, I’m just a 41 year old runner, ah, former runner, trying to recapture a little of the glory from 8 years previous. Those knocks aren’t going to go away by stopping.

Finally, I run past a mile. It’s that moment, the 5280th foot when everything starts to run smooth. Yet, at 5281feet, this run still sucks.

It wasn’t until I’m in the neighborhood of 1.5 miles that the knocking is gone, the elephants stomped away and I enjoy running again.

Two minutes later, I’m out of time. I stopped running and walked home. Being out of time sucked the most.


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Better Something Than Nothing

Why do I buy 6 AM flights in the winter when there is a threat of snow? That’s like buying a flight in the summer with an arrival/departure time in the late afternoon. You are guaranteed a thunderstorm.

Let’s just cut to the chase to say that at that point, it was late evening, I’d been sitting in airplanes, cars and restaurant booths near 10 hours. Running was the last thing I wanted to do when a warm and comfortable looking (but really not because this was your standard low end of the chain hotels) bed. However, I’m not sure if you are aware of this, I made a pledge to run every other day, darn it. I dismissed the pledge when I realized that I forgot to pack my sports bra.

Seriously, it was too easy to talk myself out of running. As a compromise, I walked about an hour as I watched the Duck Dynasty Christmas special.

Better something than nothing.

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HIIT – Stairs

Quite honestly, my idea of High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT) is jogging from the couch to the freezer for one more spoonful of ice cream after every five minutes. I could really save myself some energy if I would just admit up front I am going to eat the entire carton in one night.

Do you need a motivator? Some people like to have a Jillian Michaels-like trainer to motivate them to do HIIT. Others develop an inspiring mantra the helps them move mountains. But, nothing, seriously, nothing works better than the excited and expectant face of a 10 year old…at the waterpark.

We picked the perfect Sunday night where the resort was only at 20% capacity (or so said the chatty bartender who was looking for a bigger tip). 95% of the time we never had to wait to slip into the slide. Which is why I ended up doing HIIT on stairs for a couple of hours on Sunday night. For each round, I climbed 50 arduous stairs equivalent to three floors of the resort to reach the top of the slides.

“17! ” The Younger Kid exclaimed as we trudged through chest deep water to extricate ourselves from the splash pool at the bottom. “I counted 17 to get to the bottom. The green is the slowest and it takes 23 seconds.” That meant, I had 20 +|- seconds before he’d eagerly head up the stairs again. And I, would be carried right along behind him.

Even though this kid had been riding the water slides for the previous 5 hours, he was still practically running up the stairs. I didn’t have much choice if I wanted to keep up. Although, I did demand two recovery breathes before careening down the slide again.

Around 8:30 pm when I sprained my hand after flipping over in the toilet bowl vortex, my very concerned husband said, “Are you sure your ok because your face is all purple.” I had to admit that my purple face was from climbing the stairs not the injury.



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Do you ever think you forgot to pack your running gear because that was what you were supposed to do?

Mežotne is a home nuzzled between tree coated hills. At the present, both the trees and the hills are hooded with snow.

I may not have had running gear but I was armed with hiking boots, water proof gear, and my iPhone camera. I said, “Let’s go hike. We don’t even have to leave the back yard.”



People don’t understand why I like snow so much. I don’t understand why they don’t want to view the world under a whole new setting.

Although, at this point, I was wondering why I kept choosing to climb the hills.

It was a thrilling day in the beauty wood.

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My Little Ponies

When we lived in Port Huron I would have to drive through Detroit to get to the airport for business trips. Every time I would see a billboard alongside the highway that read

That was it. Just a blue sign telling me to Release the Kraken my endorphins. That was before I was well versed on running and exercise so it took some time before I understood the meaning of the phrase. The campaign was effective though because, over ten years later, I still think of that billboard on the side of the highway in Detroit.

This morning, ten years later, my very cheap DVD player didn’t want to cooperate forcing me to advance to the next level on 30 Day Shred. Considering how little exercise I have performed in the last year, I was much more capable than I expected, especially, since this was only the second time I had shredded (this year). Yes, you guessed it. My success resulted in an endorphin release.

So, what does an endorphin release look like? Does it look like the Kraken? No. Do you recall how, in a cartoon, a toon that gets hit on the head with something that knocks it out will have little birdies flying around in circles above it? For me, it’s a little like that except my endorphins are My Little Ponies that gallop all around before disappearing over the horizon.

My Little Pony Endorphins

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