The Iron Woman of NaBloPoMo

I am accepting a new challenge as of today – it’s called NaBloPoMo. That stands for National Blog Posting Month and to be a member of this club, you have to post every day in the month of November. Sounds like a real challenge to me but I’m crazy enough to go for it.

I am behind in posting and in everything else today because of the IronMan Triathlon. Are you shocked to think I am in training? I would be shocked too!

The reality is, there are 2600 athletes in my area today and the race has disrupted my day. Today’s job of avoiding the major traffic jams created by 2600 cyclists was not nearly as rough as the day I met one of those cyclists up close and personal.

The race organizers pay local clubs and organizations to work the hydration & snack stations along the route. For several years, I enthusiastically volunteered. The second year I did it, a cyclist lost control of her bike near our station and crashed into my friend's car. It slowed her down, I'm sure, as she left a big dent where she hit the vehicle.

I thought that was a random event but the next year, I was running alongside the cyclists to hand off GatorAid. Another one of them lost control of her bicycle and crashed right into me. When I came to, I was lying facedown in the dirt. Yep - it completely knocked me out. In defense of the IronMan athletes, I must say that it was not this race. It was the spring triathlon that enters amateurs as well as experienced athletes. But needless to say, I no longer volunteer at these events.

I think these athletes are amazing. I am happy they come to this area for lots of reasons. But I have learned that it’s not for me. So I give them a wide berth and change my plans to make it all work.

Wogging - The New Rage in Fitness

I have a confession. I have been talking about my struggle with regular exercise and have mentioned I run. I have used the word "run" loosely and need to clarify. I actually am a dedicated wogger. When I read that term on Linda's site I thought "My stars, that's a perfect description of what I do!" Linda picked up the term from… well, you know how things go around in the blogosphere. Just so you know I’m not fooling myself. But, hey, it gets the job done.

I'll be wogging this weekend up and down stairs as we move Cupcake to Tallahassee to start college.

I listen to K-Love streaming radio alot when I'm working online and this week Sherry was attending a Boo-Hoo Breakfast after dropping her baby off at kindergarten. What a concept - but I'm not sure that we need any help with the tear mechanism. I cry when the National Anthem plays. I'd better not go to a Boo Hoo Breakfast.

Too Hot to Handle

I have to admit, I’m not one to love exercise. Yes, it makes me feel better AFTER I do it. And yes, I usually discipline myself to do it because I have to. I have been trying to increase my exercise to an hour a day to facilitate my weight loss goals.

However, yesterday was bad. I didn’t eat breakfast because I kept thinking I was going to run early. Well, I didn’t get out the door until almost 10 AM, with 97% humidity and nearly 90 degree heat. To make matters worse, the demon dogs were out and to top it all off, there was a crew of prison inmates working on the road. I guess I got overheated or something, as I felt totally drained for hours. Really yucky, as a matter of fact.

I realized that something had to change, so this morning I was out the door by 7. The demon dogs were penned up and the prisoners were not working. It was only 87% humidity this morning with a cool 81 degrees. But I need a “Plan B’ for days when I can’t run. I want to buy a fun DVD that inspires me to exercise in the living room. Though I love group classes, the gym is simply too far for me to go and I won’t do it on a regular basis. Any DVD suggestions?

Exercise Can Be Fun

If I could lose weight by laughing, I would never have to count points again. I just laughed until I cried watching this clip from the Ellen show with the latest exercise gadget.

You've Got to Be Kidding

I went to a Women's Expo today at the mall. I enjoy talking to people and of course, I like the give-aways and chances to win fabulous prizes. (Which I never win, but one can always hope).

The gift bag was worth the visit with 2 Venus razors in it for starters. And the free 5 minute massage was a highlight of my day. (If I did the hour-long massage, I'd turn to butter, I'm sure.)
The most amusing and unique booth I saw was promoting a Pole-Dancing Exercise Class. I really couldn't believe it. The really cute young woman at the exhibit had a DVD playing with a demonstration. It was not something you would want your husband to see another woman doing. And yeah, we all have a pole in our living room at home in case we miss class.

What will they think of next? I don't think I want to know.

Fast and Stop

I have been described as having 2 gears - fast and stop. This week I have alternated between feeling like my head is going to explode because there's too much in it and falling asleep at my desk and planting my face in the keyboard. So I suppose there's some truth to the 2 gear analysis. I have no energy to write anything brilliant, but comic relief is always a good thing so here you go:

I didn't draw the pie - but I note that alas, it does not have exercise in it. We'd better get with it people! Will you do mine for me? Just this week?