Last week when the weather was so nice, and we actually saw the sun, I took some time and took some photos of all the furkids. Who apparently all looked chagrined — both Lola & Gizmo actually like the camera — a little too much sometimes — but apparently this particular day that’s all I could capture.
Don’t worry, I’m Thinking Out Loud about other things today, like congrats to Amanda on the her cookbook coming out!
My half is a bit more than three weeks away
And yet I have already added the city to my weather app. Not so much to stalk — not yet, anyway — just out of curiosity.
That might not have been the best idea. 86% humidity — and there is still three weeks to go? I told Rachel @ Runningonhappy that I wanted to train for a PR, although I absolutely do not expect one. First off, I know that all the stars have to align for a PR and that doesn’t happen often.
I also know that it can take way more than a couple of months of training. And that I don’t do well in humidity (do I really have to show my ZOOMA Annapolis picture . . . again?
I’m not giving up, though. You never know, there could be a miracle like there was in FL. I’ll continue to train hard and look forward to meeting up with Tricia and Mary Beth again.
I understand the purpose of a tempo run, but . . .
. . . as I was doing it this week, the thought crossed my mind that the real purpose of a tempo run (when you have a coach) is to feel so hard that when race day comes, you are happy to run at an easier pace. If racing can ever feel easier!
An unexpected compliment
There I was, just laying face up on the chiropractor’s table when she asked me if I strength trained in addition to my running. And proceeded to tell me what amazing arms I have. I won’t lie; it totally made my day. I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me on my arms.
I know the muscle is there, but it’s mostly hidden under fat and saggy skin from gaining and losing a fair amount of weight on more than one occasion. So while I know it’s there, I rarely see it when I look at pictures of myself. Especially when I’m standing next to Darlene, who has great arms naturally (and from playing tennis).
You know her from Running with Spoons . . .
. . . and the Thinking Out Loud Thursdays. That would be today, obviously. But if you’re not a regular reader of Running with Spoons, did you know that Amanda has a cookbook out? She does. Flourless bars, muffins, and cookies — get it here (Amazon Affiliate link).
Amanda is such a genius at creating tasty recipes that are healthy, too. I can’t wait to dive into her creations (and no, I did not receive a review copy, womp womp).
You can still run Utah with me
And maybe meet a few of your favorite bloggers. I don’t have any more entries up for grabs, but code crj15 will get you 15% off your race entry (register here).
Come for the mostly downhill Boston Qualifier course, finish for the 10th anniversary jacket. Don’t forget to let me know if you do register — I’d love to meet you! It’s gonna be a party.
He has no shame
Actually, this one is kind of humorous. So we let the dogs out, and we’re chatting, and Lola squats to do her business. We were actually discussing the fact that Bandit stalks Lola much when she’s getting ready to pee, just like Chester did. And we were disagreeing (of course) — Mr. Judy saying he wasn’t as bad as Chester, me saying most of the time he is.
And the next thing we know (Bandit has been stalking Lola while we’re discussing this, naturally), Bandit lifts his leg right next to poor Lola and for all the world it looks like he’s peeing on her. And she doesn’t even flinch.
Apparently he didn’t actually pee on her, but it sure looked like he did!
Bandit is doing pretty well, though, and just the other day I told him when it’s warmer, we’ll take him to Guptils (local ice cream place). The humans were enjoying some Halo Top, which the dogs can’t have because it has sugar alcohols (not good for them; not really great for humans, either, but a little bit occasionally . . . ).
Although we got Bandit last summer, we never took him. Because, you know, we were afraid of him attacking little kids and random strangers.
Talk to me. Tell me in the comments:
Do your furkids get ice cream?
What is your favorite hard workout — you know, the one you love to hate?
What body part are you proudest of?
I’m linking up with Amanda at Running with Spoons for her: