Day 117: 8km on the dreadmill.

this is what i look like when i run“There is no failure in running, or in life, as long as you keep moving.” Amby Burfoot, Runners World Editor at Large

Today was an 8km run on the treadmill and I hated pretty-well every minute. The gym was busy and loud; lots of people everywhere! I hopped on the machine and got going. I even brought out my new running playlist – which is pretty awesome and full of old music like “it’s getting hot in here,” circa 2002. AMAZING.

At any rate, no matter how sweet my music was, I just didn’t enjoy the run – it was boring. There was absolutely nothing to look at. I mean, there were TVs on each treadmill but I can’t for the life of me figure out how the volume works, so until I become proficient at lip-reading, watching TV is out. Also, my TV decided to quit – so after I spent half the run trying to find a channel with subtitles (CPAC) it cut-out. THAT’S HOW BORED I WAS, I WAS WATCHING CPAC FOR GOODNESS SAKES! I was also having a “fat” day – which, I am proud to say, have been very few and far between for a long time. But today was one of them. I kept thinking of this picture of the little girl running on the machine. And how I think I look, but how I actually look is quite different. It made me laugh at least!

So when my first thirty minutes were up I had to hop off the machine, dash to the board and sign-up again (oh yes people, I’m that asshole). The old guy to my right rolled his eyes. Ordinarily, I would have felt badly for abusing the time limit, but there were several other free treadmills. So I wasn’t too worried. I spent just under an hour running and sweating and hating every minute and reminding myself what a privilege it is to run. I swear, that is the only thing that kept me going. Thinking that even though I hated it so much in that moment, I remembered how badly I wanted to run last week and I couldn’t because I was so sick.

I finished. It wasn’t my best time. In fact, I was so hyper to get off of the machine I didn’t even take a picture I just bolted. It was just under an hour though, that much I do know. All I cared about was the fact that it was done and that the rest of this week is supposed to be sunny + warm, so the sidewalks should clear up.

That’s it from here – hope everyone out there is happy and healthy!

Day 114: survived thirty minutes on the elliptical @tricocentre with farty girl next to me.

screen at Trico on Elliptical machineWell, ladies and gentlemen, I made it to the gym this evening. It was not a pretty sight. Nor smell, for that matter (not me, I’ll get into it later). But I did it.

As I mentioned in my last post, this week was pretty frigging miserable. I spent a lot of the week (as I mentioned previously) laying on the couch watching TV – which is not an easy task when you have an almost-two-year-old running around. I’m fortunate to be on the upside of it (I think) so my hats off to those of you who have had the flu carry-on for weeks and weeks and weeks. I pray that the worst is over now. I still have a rattle in my chest but have a lot of my energy back. I don’t think I’ll be doing my long-run on Sunday, but it will really come down to how I feel in my chest (and head). It is -24 out there now (without windchill) so I don’t want to put my lungs into overdrive between whatever it is I’m fighting and the cold. We’ll see!

As for tonights workout, I felt pretty good. I was on the elliptical and tried to keep my pace at 130 strides per minute (which I read in runners world was optimal). It definitely felt great to get my sweat on from exercise and not a fever. I have to tell you, I felt like a thorn between two roses. There were these two chicks on either side of me. The kind that come to the gym, head-to-toe in Lululemon, with their make-up perfect and usually don’t break a sweat (I apologize to anyone who does this; I’m sorry you’re a stereotype.) As I rocked my six-year old Puma tights and an old hockey t-shirt (totally sexy).

Anyway, we get going and the girl to my left is so nosey trying to look at my screen that she dropped her towel on the floor. We both saw it happen. She awkwardly reached over to retrieve it and she totally farted. It was the mostly silent but deadly kind. She stood up and acted like everything was kosher. Then I had this weird feeling that she was watching me again. So I kind of looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she immediately focused on her TV. Now, this wouldn’t have been so outlandish if she hadn’t been focusing so hard on the TV show, which if you were just looking at her and not the TV you would have presumed was like, the Discovery Channel or even CPAC, but no. It was “Toopy and Binou” Seriously. It’s a kids show. She was not watching it. Or at least, I don’t think she was. Maybe she was? And then to my right, well that chick was just blatantly watching my screen. She didn’t even try to hide it. So you have to respect that.

We keep going along for the next little bit with relatively little excitement and then the girl to the right hops off. I think, yay, more fresh air. Nay nay. Girl on the left lets another one ride. At this point, I’m thinking “I’m going to be the first person to die from breathing in fart.” And texting friends to say goodbye but not before I say: “I think the girl on the machine beside me shit herself.” Because I’m pretty sure she did. It was awful. It was the kind of smell that would make a pig blush. Anyway, lucky for me I literally had one minute left and I hopped the heck off. And I’m still alive. But scarred for life. I mean, I totally know gas happens but for goodness sakes when you feel it coming on why don’t you just leave the room?

BAM CalgaryTo add to my awesome day, I was super excited to get my BAM Calgary stuff in the mail. I got laces and a gift card thing and a poster – so cool. I also came to the realization that I haven’t raised my minimum amount yet – OH NO! So I’m asking my friends out there, please, please, please sponsor me! For the first person who sponsors me, I will make a YouTube THANK YOU video for you saying/doing whatever you want (as long as it’s legal and not pervy.) But seriously, BAM Calgary is a really great event. ALL of the money stays at the Tom Baker Cancer Center. If you want to learn more, please check it out here!

Finally, a friend sent me this tonight, so I figured I would sign off with it. Hope you’re all having a terrific Friday!