(G) Oh Boston, you’re bustin’ up my momentum!

Early last week I knew I’d be traveling so I was already concerned that I’d be a wagon-jumper. In fact, in anticipation of my possible slacker-dom, I took this photo to prove I broke a sweat at least once.

While at a conference last week, in order to get a run in I had to drag myself out of bed at 5:30 am. After being out of bed for 7 and a half minutes, my body and I were screaming. I would tell you what we said but it’s profane. Honestly, truly, awfully profane!

By about mid-morning I felt a lot like this malamute I met on the commuter train. But I thought it’d be poor form to lie down on the hotel ballroom floor. (Plus a little gross). Although it really sounded like the best idea I’d had all day and certainly better than waking up at 5:30.

My kiwi friend, Kelly, who is also an ultrarunner, took me out for a spin on Saturday morning. She was kind enough to take pity on me and run at the turtle pace I am more accustomed to. It’s a little embarrassing when folks find out that when you said you were a slow runner you weren’t just being modest but instead painfully truthful. SLOW means S-L-O-W, kids.

Ab challenge
The latest attempt to make my core, you know, hard-core is going pretty well. I even dragged my friend, Julie, into it while I was in Boston. After a long day at the conference and “family” dinner we made it back to the hotel and I insisted on doing the ab challenge.
I know how to party it up in the city… learn all day and do an ab challenge at night?
Yoga
Sadly, I can outdo my geekiness of doing an ab challenge at night. I followed all that with my 10 minutes of yoga and meditation. Really? I think I might need to go to a remedial course on how to rock out while on a business trip. I mean, after sitting ALL day in hotel conference rooms it’s great to stretch out and actually MOVE your body but we could’ve gone dancing or something, I am sure. Sad, zen yogini.

Needless to say, I didn’t stay on track with my planned mileage while I was gone. After my busy weekend, I needed to get some outdoor therapy. All that time in the concrete jungle made me realize I really an an Ohio girl. Not just a girl from Ohio but I NEED to be in the world with trees, grass, and fresh, clean air. A true corn-fed chica.

But another week of “torture” commences starting now … hmmm who knows what will happen next. Probably not attend a rave.

Becoming PocaLocaLowi (A little Bit Crazy)

 (L) I, too was traveling and therefore hit the workouts hard at the beginning of the week.  In fact I worked so hard that by Wednesday night I was thinking it had to be Friday already.  Nope.

I traveled to Nashville for 5 days and all I can say is, I’ll take my torture breaded, deep fried and with a side of biscuits…and do you have any pie?

I am home now and the only thing I have to say for myself is, Y’all better watch out ’cause PocaLoca is back in town and it’s going to be ugly getting back on the wagon!

Sunshine & Sarcasm,

Lowi & G

 

Tuesday’s Torture Report is a running log of our progress as we train toward fitness, specific races or our latest exercise-related obsession. Lowi’s working toward Becoming Pocahontas and G’s latest adventure goal is Croatan 24. To read last week’s torture report click here.