my computer has bit the biscuit and I can't get on to blog.
As it is, I have snuck on the SF's NEW computer to post this. I'll try and be back soon.
Kim
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Shock and Awe!
That's what my poor old body has been through this week. I actually made it through my very active cardio week feeling reasonably well. Old back, sore as usual and a wee bit of stiffness in the many muscles of my lower torso but nothing like I've felt in the past. Remember HR when we started working out at lunch and I was so sore that I had to take the stairs down from the office one at a time because I could barely move? That was 10 years ago so imagine what I expected to feel like now. Apparently the hockey and squash has given me a bit of conditioning.
So, as I mentioned last post, the week was Monday-run, Tuesday-squash, Wednesday-run, Thursday-hockey, Friday-run, Saturday-squash. Somewhere in there, I received a lecture from our dear friend T about sprinting out of the starting gate. I assure you, while it might appear that way, I am taking things relatively slow. When I say run, by no stretch of the imagination do I mean that I picked up and ran a mile or even a kilometre for that matter. Nope, even I know better than that.
I have actually started, one more time, a walk/run program. Last year, I had set a goal for myself to try and run a 5km run at some point in the year. I never even came close. You see, while I have slipped into many sports comfortably, running any form of distance, as an adult, as always eluded me. The SF has always been a runner and I have always admired that about him. What is it with runners that they make it look so effortless? In the past, I have made numerous attempts to build up the stamina required to be a runner. I tried to start a different run/walk program with a friend but we were never able to make our schedules jive. I frequently went out with the SF. Occasionally I felt like I was successfully running the Boston Marathon but more often than not, I was disappointed and I'm sure he was as well as I whined and complained and would have to stop all too often for his liking, not that he would openly admit that.
There was a time when I was back to the gym and had worked myself up to a full half hour run on the treadmill. So impressed with myself, I asked the SF if we could head out to the Demo Forest for a run together. We got all of our gear on, made the drive up the hill, did the appropriate stretching and off we went. Unfortunately I came to discover, running outside is not the same as running on a treadmill. I think I made it up that first hill, maybe 3 minutes, and I had to stop. Who knew the treadmill does a lot of the work for you?
Then there was the time I went running with my trusty companion, Rookie. The SF and I used to live in the most spectacular neighbourhood in North Vancouver. Within a 5 minute run, you were deep into the trails surrounding the Capilano River. Surrounded by massive trees, shrubbery of moss and ferns enveloping us, it was truly a sanctuary. When I would go by myself, I really could lose myself in thought however, there was always a small element of fear in being there on my lonesome. The eerie silence was, at times, haunting. Actually, I think it made me run a bit quicker for fear the boogie man was hot on my trail. But, when you had a trusty companion like Rookie to run with you, it was like having your best bud along. No one enjoyed a run anymore than Rookie. The nice thing was I didn't have to carry on a conversation and regulate my breathing. I could just run.
One day, the SF decided to stay home, so Rookie and I made the jog up to Cleveland Dam to the head of the trails and then made our way along the river. About two thirds of the way, I was running through a winding trail that switched back and forth, over and over again. Add into that, there were inclines to tackle, stumps to clear and even a small section of rocks that you had to step up on. Rookie and I were making good time and feeling pretty proud of ourselves. I hopped over puddles and soft mud as we had had some rain the night before and the next thing I know, my toe catches on some tree roots protruding from the ground. I tumble to the ground, rolling out of my fall like any professional stuntwoman might. Stand up, check myself and realize, that I am covered in mud, head to foot. My white long-sleeved running shirt is now covered in mud and my hair is filthy. Rookie just stood there looking at me, tongue hanging out panting and gave me a wag of the tail when I started laughing at myself. I think he was secretly laughing too. There really wasn't much that I could do but get on with the run and get home. When I walked in the backyard, the SF could do nothing but shake his head (I am my mother's daughter.) but he did express how proud he was that I finished my run home. Unfortunately, that was the end of that run/walk program because within an hour, my back had seized up and I was numerous weeks recovering with no hope of returning to the stamina I had slowly built up.
Anyway, life has, for one reason or the other, always gotten in my way of completing a run. But, I am NEVER one to give up on a goal and I am determined. This is going to be the year! I hope you all can join in providing me some support.....or heckling, whatever you feel but I could certainly use all the help I can get. I'll track my progress on the sidebar, if I can figure out how, so you can all see how much ground that I have actually covered.
As for this week, today's run is already behind me and it was actually fairly easy! I love it when I surprise myself.
So, as I mentioned last post, the week was Monday-run, Tuesday-squash, Wednesday-run, Thursday-hockey, Friday-run, Saturday-squash. Somewhere in there, I received a lecture from our dear friend T about sprinting out of the starting gate. I assure you, while it might appear that way, I am taking things relatively slow. When I say run, by no stretch of the imagination do I mean that I picked up and ran a mile or even a kilometre for that matter. Nope, even I know better than that.
I have actually started, one more time, a walk/run program. Last year, I had set a goal for myself to try and run a 5km run at some point in the year. I never even came close. You see, while I have slipped into many sports comfortably, running any form of distance, as an adult, as always eluded me. The SF has always been a runner and I have always admired that about him. What is it with runners that they make it look so effortless? In the past, I have made numerous attempts to build up the stamina required to be a runner. I tried to start a different run/walk program with a friend but we were never able to make our schedules jive. I frequently went out with the SF. Occasionally I felt like I was successfully running the Boston Marathon but more often than not, I was disappointed and I'm sure he was as well as I whined and complained and would have to stop all too often for his liking, not that he would openly admit that.
There was a time when I was back to the gym and had worked myself up to a full half hour run on the treadmill. So impressed with myself, I asked the SF if we could head out to the Demo Forest for a run together. We got all of our gear on, made the drive up the hill, did the appropriate stretching and off we went. Unfortunately I came to discover, running outside is not the same as running on a treadmill. I think I made it up that first hill, maybe 3 minutes, and I had to stop. Who knew the treadmill does a lot of the work for you?
Then there was the time I went running with my trusty companion, Rookie. The SF and I used to live in the most spectacular neighbourhood in North Vancouver. Within a 5 minute run, you were deep into the trails surrounding the Capilano River. Surrounded by massive trees, shrubbery of moss and ferns enveloping us, it was truly a sanctuary. When I would go by myself, I really could lose myself in thought however, there was always a small element of fear in being there on my lonesome. The eerie silence was, at times, haunting. Actually, I think it made me run a bit quicker for fear the boogie man was hot on my trail. But, when you had a trusty companion like Rookie to run with you, it was like having your best bud along. No one enjoyed a run anymore than Rookie. The nice thing was I didn't have to carry on a conversation and regulate my breathing. I could just run.
One day, the SF decided to stay home, so Rookie and I made the jog up to Cleveland Dam to the head of the trails and then made our way along the river. About two thirds of the way, I was running through a winding trail that switched back and forth, over and over again. Add into that, there were inclines to tackle, stumps to clear and even a small section of rocks that you had to step up on. Rookie and I were making good time and feeling pretty proud of ourselves. I hopped over puddles and soft mud as we had had some rain the night before and the next thing I know, my toe catches on some tree roots protruding from the ground. I tumble to the ground, rolling out of my fall like any professional stuntwoman might. Stand up, check myself and realize, that I am covered in mud, head to foot. My white long-sleeved running shirt is now covered in mud and my hair is filthy. Rookie just stood there looking at me, tongue hanging out panting and gave me a wag of the tail when I started laughing at myself. I think he was secretly laughing too. There really wasn't much that I could do but get on with the run and get home. When I walked in the backyard, the SF could do nothing but shake his head (I am my mother's daughter.) but he did express how proud he was that I finished my run home. Unfortunately, that was the end of that run/walk program because within an hour, my back had seized up and I was numerous weeks recovering with no hope of returning to the stamina I had slowly built up.
Anyway, life has, for one reason or the other, always gotten in my way of completing a run. But, I am NEVER one to give up on a goal and I am determined. This is going to be the year! I hope you all can join in providing me some support.....or heckling, whatever you feel but I could certainly use all the help I can get. I'll track my progress on the sidebar, if I can figure out how, so you can all see how much ground that I have actually covered.
As for this week, today's run is already behind me and it was actually fairly easy! I love it when I surprise myself.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Good-bye Chocolate, Hello Gym!
Pant, pant, pant....haaa...haaaa...haaa. It is finally time to put away the chocolate, even with Easter looming in the near distance. Let's face it, I've already eaten my fair share of mini-eggs. Huhh....huhh...huhh....do you hear that?
It's the sound of my laboured breathing as I attempt to get back into shape. We were able to get a great deal on gym memberships AND we can play squash there as a part of the fee, so we finally bit the bullet. Day One of 2011 fitness plan started Monday. Yes, I know. I'm several months behind the ball on my New Years' resolution but better late than never, right?
So Monday-gym for a run, Tuesday-squash, Wednesday-a beautiful brisk day but a great one for an outdoor run (OMG, when did I get so old and out of shape?), tonight-hockey, tomorrow a run and Saturday-squash. You know me, I can never do anything half-hearted but someone might need to call an ambulance for me on Sunday!
It's the sound of my laboured breathing as I attempt to get back into shape. We were able to get a great deal on gym memberships AND we can play squash there as a part of the fee, so we finally bit the bullet. Day One of 2011 fitness plan started Monday. Yes, I know. I'm several months behind the ball on my New Years' resolution but better late than never, right?
So Monday-gym for a run, Tuesday-squash, Wednesday-a beautiful brisk day but a great one for an outdoor run (OMG, when did I get so old and out of shape?), tonight-hockey, tomorrow a run and Saturday-squash. You know me, I can never do anything half-hearted but someone might need to call an ambulance for me on Sunday!
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
I went from 7.4lbs in the A.M. to 7.2lbs in the P.M....you do the math!
Yo! I just wanted to give a shout out to all my peeps and say "hey" for all of the concern. I am well on my way to bein' a healthy hog, but my days of crotch sniffin' are ovah.....I am now a testicular amputee. And to try and suck up for the fact that she took me to the docs and had my beans lopped off, my doggy-mama decided to cook me up a feast for dinns.....
Then again...I'm still tryin' to shake off last night's high and I do gots a hunger on....I'll just eatz a bit till I lose the munchies. Peace-out! Thanks Momma-Dawg...sorta!
I'm not quite sure what this shiznit is? I best take a closer look. It looks like some pasta, but what the hay is on top of it?
Are you shittin' me? That better not be what I think it is?
MEATBALLS?!!!!!!!! That's just COLD, Beeyatch!
Then again...I'm still tryin' to shake off last night's high and I do gots a hunger on....I'll just eatz a bit till I lose the munchies. Peace-out! Thanks Momma-Dawg...sorta!
What Kind of Dirty Trick Was That?
I thought you said we were going to Robins for DO-NUTS.....
Not that we were going to Dr. Condon's for NO-NUTS?!!!!
Not that we were going to Dr. Condon's for NO-NUTS?!!!!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
What Do You Do When.....
You received an email from your husband with the subject, "INFIDELITY". Does it set your heart aflutter? I have to admit, it momentarily caught my breath.
Then I read the first sentence of the message, "I cheated on you today..." Could it be true? Could my teasing him about all of his girlfriends at his workplace have turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy? Is she younger than me? Can she cook like me? Yes, when I do SF! Is she cleaner or tidier than I am? (That one is not so hard.)
Oh wait...the sentence continued. "but not in the way you think."
Whew!
He goes on, "I have a new 80 year old widow friend..." It is true. The SF does like his women slightly older than himself. In fact, a few have dared to call me a COUGAR.
Okay....get ready for it.....here comes the kicker!
...."who adores knitting as much as you and gave me a pair of wool socks"
WTH?!!!!! Are you freaking kidding me?
and then I laugh in a condescending fashion, "that she knitted on a machine." My inner knitting snobbery kicks in. You can't call that knitting! This is a complete oxymoron. A mature person (as my mother has informed is the politically correct term to call someone that has one foot in the grave, and the other on a banana peel.) who uses modern technology to perform an age-old traditional craft.
I'll admit, I googled it. It is documented that Egyptians were knitting as far back as 1000 A.C. So where did Clare take a wrong turn.....a turn to the dark side? How much love can those socks actually be made with? When I'm knitting something as a gift, I touch each and every stitch of that garment and shower it with affection. Can the same be said for a machine? Well, I hate to say it (and I know most non-knitters are not going to get this) but I have two words for you. GUSSET HOLES!
The SF closes his email, "Your cheating husband"
I say, you keep your Clare, SF, if it means that I can maintain my love affair with Wallace. Sure socks will keep your feet warm, but will they keep your belly full. You Dirty Dog!
Then I read the first sentence of the message, "I cheated on you today..." Could it be true? Could my teasing him about all of his girlfriends at his workplace have turned into a self-fulfilling prophecy? Is she younger than me? Can she cook like me? Yes, when I do SF! Is she cleaner or tidier than I am? (That one is not so hard.)
Oh wait...the sentence continued. "but not in the way you think."
Whew!
He goes on, "I have a new 80 year old widow friend..." It is true. The SF does like his women slightly older than himself. In fact, a few have dared to call me a COUGAR.
Okay....get ready for it.....here comes the kicker!
...."who adores knitting as much as you and gave me a pair of wool socks"
WTH?!!!!! Are you freaking kidding me?
and then I laugh in a condescending fashion, "that she knitted on a machine." My inner knitting snobbery kicks in. You can't call that knitting! This is a complete oxymoron. A mature person (as my mother has informed is the politically correct term to call someone that has one foot in the grave, and the other on a banana peel.) who uses modern technology to perform an age-old traditional craft.
I'll admit, I googled it. It is documented that Egyptians were knitting as far back as 1000 A.C. So where did Clare take a wrong turn.....a turn to the dark side? How much love can those socks actually be made with? When I'm knitting something as a gift, I touch each and every stitch of that garment and shower it with affection. Can the same be said for a machine? Well, I hate to say it (and I know most non-knitters are not going to get this) but I have two words for you. GUSSET HOLES!
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| Yeah....That's right! I'm wearing your socks but only because I had to for the sake of the blog. Come to think of it, I'm wearing your pj's here too?! |
He goes on, "I couldn't say no, and she doesn't care that I'm married to a fellow knitter!!!"
Well of course she doesn't! Most cheating bitches don't care that they are tearing a family apart, but I thought my husband had more respect for the sanctity of our marriage and certainly thought he we show more self restraint. At least that he wouldn't add insult to injury by rubbing his dirty little indiscretion in my face. Shame on you Silver Fox!
His final statement, "You have Wallace and I now have Clare."
Whatever! Wallace is a hard of hearing dear old mature fella, I think he told me that he is 82. He harvests the eel grass from the beach and delivers it direct to your home as a means of supplementing his pension. At 82 he is as spry as any 41 year old I know - yeah, I'm talking about you SF. He hops up into the bed of his truck and shovels out an entire load like he was a teen. I'm sure his sweat covered muscles are rippling underneath that worn old flannel shirt.
One day this Fall, Wallace appeared on our doorstep while the SF was at work. Who needs the milkman? He presented me...errr....us, with a large bag of potatoes that he had plucked from a neighbouring farm after they had finished their "machine" harvest. I tell you. Those were the best potatoes I have ever tasted. With each mouthful, I think of poor old Wallace, bent at the waist, his fingers covered with red dirt, picking each potatoes by hand and, a girl would like to dream, that he was lovingly thinking of me with each potato harvested. Glad to see that not ALL of the older generation, YEAH....I said it....OLDER, hasn't been won over by new fangeled technology.
The SF closes his email, "Your cheating husband"
I say, you keep your Clare, SF, if it means that I can maintain my love affair with Wallace. Sure socks will keep your feet warm, but will they keep your belly full. You Dirty Dog!
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