Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
TE Bianchi Girls Rock
I was thinking about you this morning Lise! Glad to hear you're in love and lovin' it!!
Come on, running in the cold is great! We were just talking about that in the last Long runs thread. Just dress toastily and you're all set!
Go girl go!!!
I don't want to do tri's but I sure want to be a slug right now. So, what about us non-tri types?
Frends know gud humors when dey is hear it. ~ Da Crockydiles of ZZE.
Ah! You meant "what if we just want to be a slug..." Well, go right on ahead! Slugdom is not hard to achieve! Remember Snapdragen's old avatar of the slug on a scooter? It could be the Slug Club mascot!I'm hoping to ease my way back out of the slug club, myself...
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Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
TE Bianchi Girls Rock
That better? I'm so sluggish I can't even proofread.
Frends know gud humors when dey is hear it. ~ Da Crockydiles of ZZE.
Run like a dachshund! Ride like a superhero! Swim like a three-legged cat!
TE Bianchi Girls Rock
I'm an active slug. Been working out very hard, but just slow as a slug.![]()
The bike trainer is a great idea. They are not that expensive. I live in a small apartment, too, but I have one tucked away in the living room corner. Although I prefer going to spinning class when I can because it's not as boring.
I, too, can't wait to see Kona on TV. Gee, I wonder who will win?![]()
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Seriously if you are capable of running, go RUNNING! You will feel so much better afterwards, even if it's slower than you want, even if it's fewer miles than you wish you could do.
~ Susie
"Keep plugging along. The finish line is getting closer with every step. When you see it, you won't remember that you are hurting, that anything has gone wrong, or just how slow or fast you are.
You will just know that you are going to finish and that was what you set out to do."
-- Michael Pate, "When Big Boys Tri"
Rather a Slug than a bug on my pug's ugly mug! I tug on the bug, but it's snug on the pug, using a great big hug. It must be on a drug. I finally lug the bug off the pug and drop it on the rug. I smash it with a jug (but first I take a chug.) The pug merely shrugs so I give him a hug. Which he dug.
Ugh!
It's true. I have nothing better to do with my time.