Sunday, December 9, 2007

running, walking and being out of shape!

Yesterday, I went out and brought sneakers. NOT just any sneakers mind you....real ones. Running shoes, for GODS sake! I am so out of shape, it's sickening. Anyway, my daughter, the princess in waiting, convinced me that if I am to start a fitness program (and I am) I needed real shoes. So we went to this shop in Texas, one that specializes in runners and runners gear. They let you run around the block in the shoes and they let you bring them back after 30 days if they are not what you need. Now, friends, this should have told me something (read into this obnoxious amounts of cash) but alas, I wear crocs and flip flops. I know nothing about real shoes.
So I have the shoes...we venture out to the park this morning to break them in. This is where I like the story...and I am winded at the half mile mark. We go to Tom Bass park (which has a 1.1 mile walkers trail around the pond) and I tell my lovely daughter (the semi-runner with the long legs who is in training to run a 10k) that I need her to slow down, LOL. I'm short, old and outta shape...what was she thinking? How the hell did she expect me to keep up.
I do my 1.1 mile and the last half is up hill (these people who design these parks have a VERY sick sense of humor) and by now I am half dead and ewwwww......sweating. After all, it's like 80 here in TX in Dec...who feels like Christmas?
I decide to let my daughter run on and I will stop here...after all...this is a good start...but then I decide to walk around in the opposite direction slowly and just cool off. THAT was a brilliant idea because I got to see all the other walkers...and wow...I went another mile!!! Yep...I started to look forward to "running" into people and cheering them on an saying "how are ya?" and "good morning!!" and "You go girl" and I just kept going round the park. It was great. People were smiling and laughing and talking to me, one group I ran into again and I slumped over and started to pant and they bout cracked up....point is, had I not gone the wrong direction on the trail (the other way, no one was lapping me) I would not have had any interaction with anyone...AND I would have stopped at mile one. Two miles today...round the world tomorrow!!
Point is, sometimes it pays to go in the wrong direction.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

the week so far

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...I AM TIRED!!!!
ok, I have made it so far.
This week (and it's only Wed!), for those of you interested, has been rough.
I flew back on Sunday, there was a screw up with my hotel (a beautiful 4 star) and I was bumped to "trucker hell" other words the company put me up in the MOTEL that was the farthest out and full of truck drivers. The shuttle leaves the motel at 5:30 every morning for the 7am mandatory meeting at the training center. It takes 10 minutes to get to the training center...but because they have people scattered about all over get the picture. Yes, I could take a cab, but it would cost me. I have chosen to stay at home (with my daughter in Pearland) and drive into town for the training classes. It takes 35 minutes to drive in at the ass crack of dawn...but coming home is rush hour and takes an hour....still it is worth it to stay in one of my old comfy beds. In a room that doesn't smell like smoke and old beer. LOL...ok, so I do go on!
Classes have been running for 12 hours a day. Tuesday was 16hrs. Friday and Sat are 7am to 10pm....I will be a vegetable by Sunday. Check in next week.......geeze

I would try to write something pithy...but I am just too damn tired!