I had no choice; I had to run on the treadmill today. 15 miles at 7:30 AP. I was starting to get bored after the first couple of miles so I went upstairs for some food to eat while I ran. Why not, I was watching TV. Popcorn seemed fitting, but I knew it would be overkill. Settled for Gatorade and a banana. Felt fine during run. but stiff in the knees and ankles for the last couple miles. My two year old had a ball sitting in front of the treadmill and watching his Tomas trains zip by on the belt while I ran. After jumping over a few trains I made threats for time out but it only encouraged him. Ughhh, well he takes after me. If any of you have been blessed to see some of my work on Allie, Andrea, Jake K, Kam and Burt's blogs then you will also appreciate this poem I wrote to myself. She likes
to go on runs to tone her buns.
But if you saw
her average mileage for the week, you might suggest a little tweak.
You'll find her
on the treadmill when options are grim, jumping over trains she almost looses a
limb.
Eating on
the run, you can always anticipate. From popcorn to Gatorade, she does not
discriminate!
From
visualization to race simulation, she has her eye on the prize. From drafting
to strategizing, the hills are her demise.
Yes, you are
reading a poem I wrote about me, also in third person as you can see.
Why? Because we
can post just about ANYTHING says the FRB King!
Just use words like toot,
flatulence and gas-cause it all applies to the mass!
Such language will protect
you from editing and red lines, take my word for it, I've personally seen the
signs!
So go ahead,
write poems about yourself I would advise, however, it may lead to your blogs
demise!
So hide your
kids, hide your wives and hide your husband’s 'cause running saves lives!
Happy racing, long run or day off to all:)
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