Joy here...Back in early November, when I was out of town taking care of my little nephew (and being run a bit ragged in the process...kudos to all moms and dads out there!), two members of our erstwhile cycling sisterhood, The Professor and The Trainer, went out for a morning bike ride to the park. They figured that they would just do a ride up to the Pink Lake lookout and then get on with their Friday. What happened was an entirely different story.
I was out of town, with a toddler pulling at me, a friend beside me with one child in her lap and her elder toddler pulling at her, noise, toys, and insanity all around when my phone rang. It was the Trainer. I was wondering why she was calling, because she knew I was out of town. I could hear the wind behind her and knew she was calling from outside. As I strained above the voices of the children to hear what she said, I started to understand. I heard the words "there's been an accident" and "hit by a car." My stomach dropped. Oh god. I handed my nephew a toy, stood up so I could concentrate, and mouthed the words "car accident" to my friend so that she would know I was distracted. What can I do?
As The Professor and The Trainer had finished their ride up to Pink Lake and were exiting the park, The Professor was riding just ahead of the Trainer and where the bike path meets the road, she had a green light to cross. The car turning right also had a green light. They both took their opportunity at the same moment - The Professor riding straight, the car turning right into her.
The Trainer saw it all happen; she saw The Professor fly over the hood of the car; she heard the thud as she hit the road on the other side.
Luckily, The Professor seemed fine, shaken but fine. She was scared; she was bruised, but it didn't seem like anything was broken. But she certainly wasn't going to ride home after this.
That's where the phone call to me comes in. The Trainer was desperately trying to think who would be around on a Friday morning with a car who could help. She knew I was out of town, but she also knew I'd be able to get ahold of Cili Padi, the one retired sister in our cycling sisterhood. If we could only contact her, she could ride in on her white horse and rescue the damsel in distress. And so with a bit of phone tag that's what happened. Cili Padi drove out and met them there and drove The Professor home. She went straight to emergency where she was diagnosed with a concussion and told to take it easy.
Fast forward 3 1/2 weeks.
The Professor teaches a spinning class on Tuesday nights at The Trainer's gym. This past Tuesday was going to be her first class back teaching while riding the bike herself. So we all decided to register for that class and head out together.
It was a cold, November day. The rain fell heavily and loudly around me as I walked to the gym, soaking my feet through my shoes, and drenching the bottoms of my pants, almost all the way up to my knees. Cars whooshed by through puddles, splashing me with road water, and I was wet and cold by the time I reached the gym. But there they were: the sisterhood. The Professor was getting ready to teach the class, with her microphone on, and Cili Padi and The Sashinator were already set up on their bikes. I hopped on my bike and felt the familiar feel of the wheel of a stationary bike engage my thighs just like it does every Thursday morning during my regular spinning class, and as I adjusted my heart rate monitor, Power Penna made her way into the gym. She was almost as rained on as I was, and as we all settled into our strength ride, the car accident and the cold November seemed to fade, as we pushed ourselves and sweated hard.
We went out for a post-class drink (and, no, we didn't shower beforehand!), and The Trainer met up with us. We chatted; we laughed; we caught up, and we just generally enjoyed each other's company.
So what started out as just a loose group of riders getting together every now and then throughout the summer to get some cycling fitness has turned into a group of friends.
And I, for one, am thankful for that.
Over and out,
Joy
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
I.....I, Want To Reach For The Stars....[Nomi's First Marathon]
Nomi says,
Well, maybe I'll start with the finishing line of a full marathon first.
Joy had I planned to run a full marathon this year. And I sort if wanted to chicken out. And, if Joy and Lulu did not encourage and support me, I probably would have. I didn't think i would be able to finish one at this point of time. My right knee had been giving me problems for the past 2 months or so. I wasn't in horrific pain or anything, but it would start twinging about 45 minutes into a run, and sometimes it would scream silently even as i got ready for a session at the gym or a road run. I had stopped running significant distances about 3 weeks prior to the race. I mostly went to the gym and used the elliptical trainer or the stationary bike. And i had only run a maximum of 3 hours prior to this. I didn't know if i could run more than that. But, i thought if i didn't do this now, when would i do it then? And I wanted to commemorate 2011, a significant year for me, with a personal event.
I actually planned my training more than 6 months in advance. Did I follow the plan...of course not! Planning and actually following it are 2 different things for me. Towards the deadline of the marathon...i was just thinking that i would be thankful if i could even do the distance. Runner's World Nov 2011 issue had very good advice regarding running a full marathon and i did try to follow some of the pointers regarding carbo loading, hydrating well , tapering, getting enough rest, etc, etc.
I remember while driving to the island where the marathon was to be held, i had to cross the bridge where i would actually run later in the night and it was so daunting. It seemed to stretch forever and i didn't know if i could run that far. But, i had already signed up for the run, planned a holiday around it, so i would do it.
This year, there were about 27, 000++ participants, but only a fraction were full marathoners. My run started at 2 am. Luckily , it had rained earlier, so the asphalt was cool...( for tropical standards, cool would be anything that was 26C and below) and the weather was wonderful . There was a refreshing breeze blowing and it made a huge difference to the run. Joy and Lulu were super encouraging, sending messages of support before my run and i really wished that they were there physically with me. I remember voicing that thought to Lulu just before the race and she texted me, telling me that she would be by my side in spirit throughout the run, and that was such a comforting thought. And i know that Joy, was rooting for me from halfway across the world too...
So there i was , just an insignificant dot amongst the thousands of people around me at 1 am on the day of the race. I sat next to a bunch of elderly gentleman, all who were sporting the race tag of full marathoners. I thought to myself...if they could do it , so could I right? I decided to carry a 1L camelbak, because i didn't know about how well planned this race would be with regards to hydration. I think that there were in total about 5 individuals who decided to bring their own fluids...And i came armed with a handful of gels too.
And with a loud blare, the horn went off for the start for full marathoners at 2 am in the morning. People rushed ahead of me. Me.. i decided to take it slow and easy . Not having run this distance before, i had no idea what i was in for. So , there i went off, feeling a bit a fool venturing into the unknown, the fluids sloshing in my hydration pack feeling like i was going into a trek into the Himalayas. And, about 15 minutes into the run, my right knee started twinging, giving off small niggling pain impulses and I remember thinking....how was I going to do this, if there was going to be this discomfort. Luckily though, the pain stopped about 30 minutes later and the run was comfortable and actually enjoyable.
About 1 hr and 22 minutes into the run, barely one third of the total distance, i saw the front runners passing me on their way back! They were these strong , fast Kenyans and they were sure to cinch the top 5 titles. Also, the half marathoners had also started their race and they literally zoomed ahead of my slow plodding form. This annual race, that i run is generally well planned, but this year, the first water station was approximately at 5km, the next at 10kms and the first isotonic rehydration fluid station was at 15kms into the run !!!! I as so thankful that i decided to lug my camelbak, because the fluids were certainly insufficient for long distance runners. 2 of the stations after the 15km mark too, had run out of water.
The run was comfortable for the first 21/2 hours to 3 hours or so. The weather was wonderful, with a gentle cool breeze blowing, the asphalt wasn't radiating heat and all my body parts were behaving generally well. I had a pack of gels with me and they were so useful. I consumed one every 1 hour and felt energized and not the least tired. ( I think i had consumed enough caffeine in the gels to keep me awake for 72 hours or so) Till about 3 hours into the run, when the pain started creeping insidiously . It started with the right knee...then the left. It was quite tolerable at first. Kind of like whiny toddlers that haven't broken into full fledged yowls. It started with twinges, then dull aches...no loud protests to stop as yet. But it grew steadily and after the 30km mark and it was decidedly uncomfortable. I had mostly run continuously before, just stopping to get fluids or refill my camelbak. Now i had to stop for short breaks to relieve the pain. And i started counting the kms till the end. I couldn't believe that i still had more than 10kms left!!!
For a while the run-walk-run strategy helped....but during the last 5 kms, the pain was continuous. Frankly, it hurt like hell!!!! It didn't make a difference whether one walked or ran. The 'whiny toddler' was screaming in full force now. I remember Joy's Man mentioning that it was better to run fast and finish earlier...than to run slow and drag out the pounding of the joints on the pavement...Both my hips and knees were so painful and even the back of my neck hurt. Luckily there were stations with volunteers handing put bags of ice and i ran while pressing the ice into hips, knees, legs...and it did help, mostly as a distraction. At the last 3.5km mark, i walked with another runner who told me that this was the 4th full marathon that he had run, in this year. And he said that he thought it would be easier, but after 30kms, the pain didn't lessen at all, during every run...and he questioned why he put himself through this 'torture' every time. But then he said that the feeling of accomplishment that he got when crossing the finishing line was indescribable, and made him plan for this next run....
The last few kms of my run coincided with the10km run, 5km run and the fun run event. It was chaos. There you were just wanting to have the run over and done with, your whole body protesting in pain, ...having to contend with hoards of mostly young runners who were walking, chatting, holding hands and strolling in your path, some sprinting without much sense or direction.....and you just felt this overwhelming" Get out of the way" feeling...
The end approached, it was broad daylight with beautiful sunshine by that time and i crossed the finishing line at 5 hours and 48 minutes. My joints sighed in relief. I was done...finally. Joy and Lulu would be proud of me:) Unfortunately this race was not very well organized. A lot of the full marathoners, did not get their finishing T's or those who got them didn't get them in the right size, no water or hydration fluids were handed out to the exhausted runners at the end of their run, there were no shower bays or changing areas for the runners and they were a total of maybe 10 or 15 porto-potties at the start /finishing area to cater to 27, 000++ runners????? And the most glaring error..the start/finish banner was placed in reverse ie you started at the "Finish "line and ended at the "Stat" line....well...
It was certainly a memorable event. I couldn't walk properly for about 48 hours after that. I think that this is the longest post that i have put up and i hope that the next time i do something like this, it would be with Joy and Lulu. I certainly couldn't have done this without them.
Well, maybe I'll start with the finishing line of a full marathon first.
Joy had I planned to run a full marathon this year. And I sort if wanted to chicken out. And, if Joy and Lulu did not encourage and support me, I probably would have. I didn't think i would be able to finish one at this point of time. My right knee had been giving me problems for the past 2 months or so. I wasn't in horrific pain or anything, but it would start twinging about 45 minutes into a run, and sometimes it would scream silently even as i got ready for a session at the gym or a road run. I had stopped running significant distances about 3 weeks prior to the race. I mostly went to the gym and used the elliptical trainer or the stationary bike. And i had only run a maximum of 3 hours prior to this. I didn't know if i could run more than that. But, i thought if i didn't do this now, when would i do it then? And I wanted to commemorate 2011, a significant year for me, with a personal event.
I actually planned my training more than 6 months in advance. Did I follow the plan...of course not! Planning and actually following it are 2 different things for me. Towards the deadline of the marathon...i was just thinking that i would be thankful if i could even do the distance. Runner's World Nov 2011 issue had very good advice regarding running a full marathon and i did try to follow some of the pointers regarding carbo loading, hydrating well , tapering, getting enough rest, etc, etc.
I remember while driving to the island where the marathon was to be held, i had to cross the bridge where i would actually run later in the night and it was so daunting. It seemed to stretch forever and i didn't know if i could run that far. But, i had already signed up for the run, planned a holiday around it, so i would do it.
This year, there were about 27, 000++ participants, but only a fraction were full marathoners. My run started at 2 am. Luckily , it had rained earlier, so the asphalt was cool...( for tropical standards, cool would be anything that was 26C and below) and the weather was wonderful . There was a refreshing breeze blowing and it made a huge difference to the run. Joy and Lulu were super encouraging, sending messages of support before my run and i really wished that they were there physically with me. I remember voicing that thought to Lulu just before the race and she texted me, telling me that she would be by my side in spirit throughout the run, and that was such a comforting thought. And i know that Joy, was rooting for me from halfway across the world too...
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| Starting point...from the 'Finish' end... |
So there i was , just an insignificant dot amongst the thousands of people around me at 1 am on the day of the race. I sat next to a bunch of elderly gentleman, all who were sporting the race tag of full marathoners. I thought to myself...if they could do it , so could I right? I decided to carry a 1L camelbak, because i didn't know about how well planned this race would be with regards to hydration. I think that there were in total about 5 individuals who decided to bring their own fluids...And i came armed with a handful of gels too.
And with a loud blare, the horn went off for the start for full marathoners at 2 am in the morning. People rushed ahead of me. Me.. i decided to take it slow and easy . Not having run this distance before, i had no idea what i was in for. So , there i went off, feeling a bit a fool venturing into the unknown, the fluids sloshing in my hydration pack feeling like i was going into a trek into the Himalayas. And, about 15 minutes into the run, my right knee started twinging, giving off small niggling pain impulses and I remember thinking....how was I going to do this, if there was going to be this discomfort. Luckily though, the pain stopped about 30 minutes later and the run was comfortable and actually enjoyable.
About 1 hr and 22 minutes into the run, barely one third of the total distance, i saw the front runners passing me on their way back! They were these strong , fast Kenyans and they were sure to cinch the top 5 titles. Also, the half marathoners had also started their race and they literally zoomed ahead of my slow plodding form. This annual race, that i run is generally well planned, but this year, the first water station was approximately at 5km, the next at 10kms and the first isotonic rehydration fluid station was at 15kms into the run !!!! I as so thankful that i decided to lug my camelbak, because the fluids were certainly insufficient for long distance runners. 2 of the stations after the 15km mark too, had run out of water.
The run was comfortable for the first 21/2 hours to 3 hours or so. The weather was wonderful, with a gentle cool breeze blowing, the asphalt wasn't radiating heat and all my body parts were behaving generally well. I had a pack of gels with me and they were so useful. I consumed one every 1 hour and felt energized and not the least tired. ( I think i had consumed enough caffeine in the gels to keep me awake for 72 hours or so) Till about 3 hours into the run, when the pain started creeping insidiously . It started with the right knee...then the left. It was quite tolerable at first. Kind of like whiny toddlers that haven't broken into full fledged yowls. It started with twinges, then dull aches...no loud protests to stop as yet. But it grew steadily and after the 30km mark and it was decidedly uncomfortable. I had mostly run continuously before, just stopping to get fluids or refill my camelbak. Now i had to stop for short breaks to relieve the pain. And i started counting the kms till the end. I couldn't believe that i still had more than 10kms left!!!
For a while the run-walk-run strategy helped....but during the last 5 kms, the pain was continuous. Frankly, it hurt like hell!!!! It didn't make a difference whether one walked or ran. The 'whiny toddler' was screaming in full force now. I remember Joy's Man mentioning that it was better to run fast and finish earlier...than to run slow and drag out the pounding of the joints on the pavement...Both my hips and knees were so painful and even the back of my neck hurt. Luckily there were stations with volunteers handing put bags of ice and i ran while pressing the ice into hips, knees, legs...and it did help, mostly as a distraction. At the last 3.5km mark, i walked with another runner who told me that this was the 4th full marathon that he had run, in this year. And he said that he thought it would be easier, but after 30kms, the pain didn't lessen at all, during every run...and he questioned why he put himself through this 'torture' every time. But then he said that the feeling of accomplishment that he got when crossing the finishing line was indescribable, and made him plan for this next run....
The last few kms of my run coincided with the10km run, 5km run and the fun run event. It was chaos. There you were just wanting to have the run over and done with, your whole body protesting in pain, ...having to contend with hoards of mostly young runners who were walking, chatting, holding hands and strolling in your path, some sprinting without much sense or direction.....and you just felt this overwhelming" Get out of the way" feeling...
The end approached, it was broad daylight with beautiful sunshine by that time and i crossed the finishing line at 5 hours and 48 minutes. My joints sighed in relief. I was done...finally. Joy and Lulu would be proud of me:) Unfortunately this race was not very well organized. A lot of the full marathoners, did not get their finishing T's or those who got them didn't get them in the right size, no water or hydration fluids were handed out to the exhausted runners at the end of their run, there were no shower bays or changing areas for the runners and they were a total of maybe 10 or 15 porto-potties at the start /finishing area to cater to 27, 000++ runners????? And the most glaring error..the start/finish banner was placed in reverse ie you started at the "Finish "line and ended at the "Stat" line....well...
It was certainly a memorable event. I couldn't walk properly for about 48 hours after that. I think that this is the longest post that i have put up and i hope that the next time i do something like this, it would be with Joy and Lulu. I certainly couldn't have done this without them.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
IronKids!
Joy here...Back in July we had an IronMan party in honour of two of our friends who had just finished IronMan Lake Placid. The day after, one of the IronMen, Simon, went out for a bike ride with me and Rueban. He's back in Malaysia now, and he's just updated his blog with a race report for his twin boys' first ever triathlon! It's a real nail-biter, and I hope you'll give it a read:
The boys did really well, and I can't wait to congratulate them in person when we head to Malaysia for the December holidays!
Now, if two primary school kids can do a triathlon, I guess I have no more excuses, do I???
Over and out,
Joy
Running, what's that?
Joy here...Well, I had these great plans for my training throughout the fall that would include both running and cycling, that would work strength training in, and that would ultimately start laying the groundwork for my vague and undefined aspirations to become a triathlete. Maybe, like Nomi who finished her first ever FULL MARATHON over the weekend, I, too, will be able to do a full marathon in the foreseeable future.
But then, somehow, my last run was October 5th when I did the "Run for the Cure," and it wasn't really a run per se, because it was at a nice, easy pace, the pace of an 8 year old! So, in all honesty, my last runs were probably sometime in September. And while the weather has turned cold, the fallen leaves have started to turn brown and crusty, and in the mornings our cars are painted with glittering frost, I dusted off my trusty vibrams and headed out the door for an afternoon run.
You see, Nomi and I started this running journey together. We both decided to run our first ever running race last year, and then we both decided to run our first ever half marathon; after that, we ran a half marathon together in Singapore, and we were all set to run our first marathons. But then, the marathon I was planning to run fell on the same weekend as my grandma's 90th birthday party; then, I spent much of my summer cycling instead of running; then, my running turned into an experiment with the barefoot running movement, not full on marathon training; and now, I find myself really, really, really proud of Nomi for finishing a marathon, but I'm also really jealous. And that jealousy is giving me the kick in the pants that I guess I've needed lately - a kick in the pants to get me out the door and running.
So while I won't be running a half marathon or marathon anytime soon, since I've let my running fitness fade away from me, I know what it's like to start at the beginning and build up again. Yesterday's run was that beginning. I ran for 3kms; it wasn't painful; it was easy; and I could have kept on going. But I didn't. I know that I'll have to ease back into things with short, easy runs, and soon I'll be able to run with Nomi in Malaysia over the holidays.
Only I doubt I'll be keeping up with her.
Over and out,
Joy
But then, somehow, my last run was October 5th when I did the "Run for the Cure," and it wasn't really a run per se, because it was at a nice, easy pace, the pace of an 8 year old! So, in all honesty, my last runs were probably sometime in September. And while the weather has turned cold, the fallen leaves have started to turn brown and crusty, and in the mornings our cars are painted with glittering frost, I dusted off my trusty vibrams and headed out the door for an afternoon run.
You see, Nomi and I started this running journey together. We both decided to run our first ever running race last year, and then we both decided to run our first ever half marathon; after that, we ran a half marathon together in Singapore, and we were all set to run our first marathons. But then, the marathon I was planning to run fell on the same weekend as my grandma's 90th birthday party; then, I spent much of my summer cycling instead of running; then, my running turned into an experiment with the barefoot running movement, not full on marathon training; and now, I find myself really, really, really proud of Nomi for finishing a marathon, but I'm also really jealous. And that jealousy is giving me the kick in the pants that I guess I've needed lately - a kick in the pants to get me out the door and running.
So while I won't be running a half marathon or marathon anytime soon, since I've let my running fitness fade away from me, I know what it's like to start at the beginning and build up again. Yesterday's run was that beginning. I ran for 3kms; it wasn't painful; it was easy; and I could have kept on going. But I didn't. I know that I'll have to ease back into things with short, easy runs, and soon I'll be able to run with Nomi in Malaysia over the holidays.
Only I doubt I'll be keeping up with her.
Over and out,
Joy
Monday, November 14, 2011
Cozy November Ride
Joy here...Well it's November, and what this means is that any ride outdoors is a borrowed ride. I mean, we should be freezing to death and all snowed under, so the fact that we've yet to have the first snowfall of the year means that I'm popping champagne and celebrating on a daily basis (in my head if not always in reality). So on Sunday, Cili Padi, Superdave, The Man, and I put on our cozy winter riding clothes and headed out to the park so that I could complete Loop #22 of the season. I'd love to make it to Loop #25, but we'll see...
The park is now closed to vehicular traffic, so we chose to ride in the afternoon rather than be the first ones out the door in the morning. And it was lovely. The sky remained a shade of pewter throughout our ride, but the air was still, and we all broke a sweat trying to ride up those steep hills. I was especially hot given that my riding (not to mention running!) has suffered greatly over the last few weeks. Life has taken its toll, but I was out there with my friends, turning my legs, working up a sweat, and generally enjoying a mid-November bike ride as the bare arms of the trees reached ever upwards all around us.
So while Nomi is counting down the last few hours until she runs her first ever full marathon, I'm counting down the hours to snow and full on winter lethargy. But as I try my best to avoid being discouraged, I will think of riding my bike through the park on a cold November day as a triumph. At least I wasn't snowed in!
Over and out,
Joy
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| The bare trees in a near-winter landscape. |
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| Superdave, Cili Padi, and The Man all relaxing after the toughest part of the Fortune Hill climb. |
Over and out,
Joy
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Heart Rate: All Time High!
Joy here...While I've been hanging on to any leftover fitness by the merest skin of my teeth, I have at least been keeping up with my weekly spinning and strength training sessions. And after spending four days running after my nephew (and picking up a few of his little kid germs), today I was back in my spinning class ready to work my butt off.
Today's ride was an "interval" ride, which means that our spinning instructor tried to kill us. For our three intervals during the 60 minute ride, we had to try to force ourselves to ride so hard that we failed. And while I never reached the failure point, at one moment I looked down at my heart rate monitor - my legs were screaming, full of lactic acid; my breathing was laboured; sweat was dripping off me onto the bike - and my heart rate topped 176 beats/min. That's the highest I've ever seen it go, especially on a bike!
So today's spin class was a real triumph, even though I feel out of shape. For the sake of comparison, here are the calories burned during my last few spinning classes:
Oct 6 - 369 calories burned
Oct 13 - 306 calories burned
Oct 22 - 367 calories burned
Oct 27 - 257 calories burned
Today - 590 calories burned
So obviously getting that heart rate through the roof really does burn those calories. Now let's just hope that The Trainer takes pity on my this afternoon when we have our strength training session. Somehow I doubt she will.
Over and out,
Joy
Today's ride was an "interval" ride, which means that our spinning instructor tried to kill us. For our three intervals during the 60 minute ride, we had to try to force ourselves to ride so hard that we failed. And while I never reached the failure point, at one moment I looked down at my heart rate monitor - my legs were screaming, full of lactic acid; my breathing was laboured; sweat was dripping off me onto the bike - and my heart rate topped 176 beats/min. That's the highest I've ever seen it go, especially on a bike!
So today's spin class was a real triumph, even though I feel out of shape. For the sake of comparison, here are the calories burned during my last few spinning classes:
Oct 6 - 369 calories burned
Oct 13 - 306 calories burned
Oct 22 - 367 calories burned
Oct 27 - 257 calories burned
Today - 590 calories burned
So obviously getting that heart rate through the roof really does burn those calories. Now let's just hope that The Trainer takes pity on my this afternoon when we have our strength training session. Somehow I doubt she will.
Over and out,
Joy
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Running...after a KID!
Joy here...Well, with the change of seasons and the turning of the weather, it seems like both my running and my cycling are suffering. I'm no longer offering regular updates on the cycling "sisterhood," and I can't even remember the last time I went for a run...it must have been months ago.
And on top of the changing seasons, life has gotten rather hectic. I had two out of town trips in September; three out of town trips in October; and three out of town trips in November. Between these trips, I feel like a crazy person just trying to catch up on everything that didn't get done while I was out of town. And, of course, if I don't even have time to get all my work done, you can just imagine what this travel has done to my workouts.
But one of these trips wasn't for work; it wasn't full of meetings and schedules; it wasn't complicated by crummy board meeting sandwiches and cookies; rather, one of these trips was a trip I just returned from where I babysat my little nephew for four days while his mom and dad went to the US for a trip, just the two of them.
Nomi has written before about the tough jobs that moms out there have. And, believe me, she's one of the toughest moms out there! So while I merely donned a "mommy hat" for a weekend, I sure did get a workout!
I didn't ride my bike.
I didn't run on a treadmill.
I didn't go for a run.
I didn't even bring my running shoes.
But I spent four days chasing after and entertaining a 17 month old boy. And anyone out there who thinks that's not a workout, I say to you: TRY IT.
Phewf. Now I'm going to take a nap and recover.
Over and out,
Joy
And on top of the changing seasons, life has gotten rather hectic. I had two out of town trips in September; three out of town trips in October; and three out of town trips in November. Between these trips, I feel like a crazy person just trying to catch up on everything that didn't get done while I was out of town. And, of course, if I don't even have time to get all my work done, you can just imagine what this travel has done to my workouts.
But one of these trips wasn't for work; it wasn't full of meetings and schedules; it wasn't complicated by crummy board meeting sandwiches and cookies; rather, one of these trips was a trip I just returned from where I babysat my little nephew for four days while his mom and dad went to the US for a trip, just the two of them.
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| Me and the nephew chasing waves... |
I didn't ride my bike.
I didn't run on a treadmill.
I didn't go for a run.
I didn't even bring my running shoes.
But I spent four days chasing after and entertaining a 17 month old boy. And anyone out there who thinks that's not a workout, I say to you: TRY IT.
Phewf. Now I'm going to take a nap and recover.
Over and out,
Joy
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