Gimme some Garlic

Life has been a little busy lately. The good news is that even though my workouts have been anything but spectacular, I’ve been watching what goes into my mouth and hopefully haven’t done any major damage by taking a few extra days of rest. I was feeling better, and then my cousin came to visit with her kids. The youngest had a terrible cough, and I believe I may have spent too much time letting him cough on me, even though he is a smart kid and always covered his mouth. The truly amazing thing is that while I’ve been sick, and my cousin’s son has been sick, my Grandma is a tough old bird and hasn’t caught anything from either one of us. Which just goes to show you how much of an effect garlic pills may have on a person. Her words, not mine.

Thursday – walk/run combo on the treadmill. see? sometimes I can actually do things while I’m sick. and the treadmill didn’t even conk out on me. it’s a miracle!

Friday – visited family.

Saturday – visited family some more.

Sunday – wallyball 45 mintues (I was 15 minutes late. they almost disinherited me.)

Monday – I thought about it. and that’s as far as I got.


I tried running on my whackjob of a treadmill on Monday, but it didn’t really work out for me. Too bad, as I can’t check out my runners appropriately without running in them. Duh. And if I run outside, I won’t be able to return them if they don’t work out. Besides, running on ice kind of sucks. Sorry, but it does. Maybe I’ll steal someone’s gym key.

Aside from that fact, shit’s been going downhill. I don’t recall actually being at the top of a hill, but no matter. We’re not at the top anymore, Dorothy.

I have a very sick friend in the hospital, and a grandmother who passed away yesterday. Moments like these make me really struggle to hold on to what is important in life. I often drop to-do’s like flies when things start to go wrong in life. And often, those to-do’s are related to my own health and happiness. It’s an issue. I am aware of it, however, and I’m not so far gone that I can’t think to take care of myself while attempting to care for others at the same time. It can be done.

After the treadmill fiasco on Monday, I started walking to work. One hour there and back. Tuesday, Wednesday, Today. Tomorrow I’ll drive because I have errands and I have no patience when it comes to getting things done. So drive I will.

Tonight I will try a core workout, and depending on my friend’s health, my grandmother’s funeral, this weekend I might visit said gym with stolen key and try those runners out again. The best thing is to have runners on when they run you out of the gym for breaking and entering.

Well, I am pretty gosh darn excited. I bought myself a new pair of runners on Saturday. I got re-fitted and everything, just because of the shin splints. So I now have a new fancy pair of asics that I have a month to break-in and find out if they’ll work for me.

Boring color. Comfy shoe.

I tried them out playing wallyball last night. It felt incredibly strange, seeing as they are a whole size larger than my old pair of Mizunos. But I think it worked out well. Of course, the true test will come when I actually run in them.

The left knee is still feeling fragile. Too many jerky movements at wallyball; but hot damn did we play well! I almost wanted someone to video tape it and post us on You Tube. Ha! Total superstars, what’s who we are.

I think today will be the day to test out the shoes on the treadmill. If the treadmill works, that is. And doesn’t start smoking, or smelling like burnt rubber.

Old Familiar Places

So I’ve been following my exercise calendar pretty well lately, I have to admit. I’ve added some additional workouts to the ones I posted the other day (two weeks ago), things like core and cross training, but all in all I’ve kept fairly close to the original plan. I’m quite pleased with how January has gone; at least the last part of it.

However, in the interest of full disclosure, the other day I was walking the treadmill for my normal 30 minute segment, when at around 27 minutes in, the treadmill quit. I know, I need to get a better treadmill.

I checked the plug, reset it, let it cool off for a few minutes, and finally it started back up again. Instead of walking the last few minutes, I decided to go for distance and ran the three minutes. I shouldn’t have, because it wasn’t part of my Grand Plan and it very well might have triggered the Dreaded Shin Pain from Hell. But oh my, how good it felt.

I wanted to keep going, I felt like I was flying, and I was so happy to be jogging again. But I stopped at that damn 3 minute mark because I knew I’d beat myself up over it if I started to hurt in old familiar places. I may not try this again for awhile; then again, I’m back on the treadmill tonight so…

Speaking of familiar places, I’m back to journalling my food. I don’t see this as a long-term plan (though the Type-A in me doesn’t really see an issue with that) but for right now it’s working well and keeping me on track. Oh, I had fifteen snacks already today? Guess I’ll just pour myself a glass of water then.

And now, seeing as I’m talking about snacking and thinking about snacking…


mmmnnn... hummus and crackers. best. snack. ever.



I’m trying to get myself into a new routine in regards to exercise. Slowly I want to work my tush back into jogging, but it will take some time especially since I’m having so many issues with my legs.

Since I’m one of those annoying, irritating Type-A personalities, I’ve made up a calendar for January (and February, and March) indicating scheduled workout days.

I was sick in the beginning of the month and then took a trip to see Dad, so it really shouldn’t be terribly difficult to make the second half of January look far more exercise-ier than the first half. Yes, I realize that’s not a word. I don’t care. I’m tired.

It isn’t much, but it’s a good start and that’s just where I am right now.

I did a 30 minute walk on the treadmill last night while watching a tv show on my laptop. The sound of the treadmill drowned out most of the sound from the laptop, so I’m glad I picked a cheesy show to watch. Didn’t have to be focused on it too much. I jumped on the treadmill without realizing I wasn’t wearing runners and that grew old pretty quickly, so I stopped once to throw on a pair. Then, at around minute 25 the treadmill started to make strange noises. Clattering sounds. Like something had fallen apart. I kept going, obviously. Who am I if not the Safety Bear?

Yep. That’s me.


And then. At minute 28. I smelled something. Something like burning rubber. I knew something was being rubbed by something else and that it probably wasn’t a good idea to keep going. Must. Give. Treadmill. A. Break. Sometimes. Too.

But I only had two minutes left. And the smell wasn’t that bad. And nothing was actually smoking, for goodness’ sake.

Do you wonder how I get through each day? Because I do.