Here we go again
Another year comes, another resolution to be better about keeping up with this blog. But, I really, really mean it this time. Really! 2010 — despite my silence — went out with a bang for …
Category: me
Dunkless dunking
Just a short update on my previous post about my slightly-crazy idea of having my body fat tested in a dunk tank: It didn’t happen. Yup – trainer dude had the stomach flu and was …
Getting ready for the dunk
If y’all remember back to April 2009 (really? does anyone? I know I barely do…) I had a pretty momentous adventure: I went and got myself dunked in a tank to measure my body fat …
Impossible?
In the midst of my internet meanderings, I came across a daily motivational quote on potential, and in the middle of it were these two sentences: “Think of all the things, once considered to be …
To eat or not to eat…
… that — as always — is the question. Well, at least that’s always the question running through MY head at least. I wasn’t one of those chosen few blessed with a metabolism that allows …
There’s something I forgot to mention…
. ____________________________________ Um, yea. Last fall? I registered myself for Ironman Wisconsin. Kind of on a whim. More of a “just on the weird offchance that I decide I want to do it, then I’ll have that …
Holiday Plans
So, where were we? Let me summarize my life the past few months (since I’ve been alarmingly absent from this venue for awhile)… Chicago Marathon training. YAY! Ankle injury. No training at all. BOO. Vegas …
One down and, like, eleventy billion to go.
This felt like my first “big” weekend with the whole marathon training thing. One weekend is now in the books. And an incomprehensible number more to go. On Saturday, I had to run 7 miles …
And so it begins
So… Vegas. December. Marathon. 26.2 miles of suffering misery challenge and wonderfulness. The training is just starting to pick up and become more hard work, sweat, aches and pains and less about the pure …
My kind of town… Chicago is…my kind of… eh, scratch that.
So, after all the brouhaha, what’s become of my grand plan to race the Chicago Marathon? Mostly, it’s dead. And I’m bummed about that. Seriously bummed. In the end, good sense had to prevail: after 5-6 …