A little about me and my crazy world
End of July is near. Someone asked when I was writing my next running blog. I don't have a definitive answer. Hard to write a positive running blog when I'm an injured, disgruntled runner. I am still not back to running. Heck, I'm still not even able to walk unassisted yet so that's where my …
It's been a while since I have written a blog. Ten weeks ago I described my adventure in the blog, We need to take this outside... I talked about how I missed a step while I stopped while running to take a picture of a barge. I love barges, what can I say? Stupid, stupid …
Frustrated. Bummed. Angry. Impatient. My current emotions today, for the past nearly three weeks, and for the future who-knows-how-many-days. Let's pause for a moment while I whine. If you read my blog, We need to take this outside, you know I missed a step and fell. The after effects of that fall is still running …
Hello Sunshine, my old friend…let’s take it outside. I’m moving from the darn dreadmill to outside. I could hear the angels singing. What an amazing feeling! Temps were good and the sun was bright. I decided to capture some pictures of my run because it was that gorgeous out there. I know I am much …
I'm lagging behind in documenting my dreadmill adventures. My friend asked when I was writing another, as she enjoys these blogs the most. I have a couple stories and progression to discuss, so here you go... I will NEVER be a fan of the damn dreadmill. I just won't. You just keep going and going. …
Yesterday I felt like a runner again. It has been many years since I have said that, but it felt so good I have to say it again. Yesterday I felt like a runner again. I didn't run fast and I didn't far, but I still ran...on the dang dreadmill to say the least. I'm …
First of all, I'm a quitter. I have to admit. I wrote a previous blog (Dreadmill...Deadmill...Treadmill) about doing an 8-week Insanity class. I had to stop after three. My ankles just could not handle the impact. Over the many years of pounding the pavement running miles, I just had to tap out. I have no …
I was a runner. I ran for the fun of it. I loved to run. Crazy how much a stress reliever it was. I remember way back in 1997 when I first talked to a nurse I worked with about running, I knew I could do it. I taught myself by starting on a treadmill, …
Have you ever felt like a hamster in a wheel? You just keep churning and churning, but not getting anywhere. Well...that darn dreadmill (because I dread it like the plague)...deadmill (because I feel like I'm dying)...treadmill, whatever the hell you want to call it, I hate it. It's been a few weeks since my first …
