my first real running workout

[Lise]

HA! And to think, I descended from these people.

But wait! There's an entire triathlon!
http://llanwrtyd-wells.powys.org.uk/bogtriathlon.htm

[DirtDiva]

I know! If I could run 12 miles, I'd be tempted to enter just for a laugh!

[Lise]

I know! If I could run 12 miles, I'd be tempted to enter just for a laugh!

Oh, hey, it's only a run of "approximately 8-10 miles". Who gets to choose? How approximate are we talking here? Cuz after 8 miles, that's enough for me! I've never said, "Oh, what the heck, let's do a couple more!" And let's see, you run 8-10 miles, then you snorkle through a bog, then you mtb 16-18 miles...again, who decides that distance?!?

I must say, it sounds right up Nanci's alley.

I especially like the pictures of people cheering along the sides of the bog snorkel channel thing. I mean. Don't they have, um, other things to do? Bog snorkeling. It's going to haunt me.

Let's see. This thread started out about running. I went running today. What happened? I am so de-conditioned. Last fall I was running so much, training for a marathon. Now I cannot run 2 miles without walking a block here and there to catch my breath. Some of it's emotional, a bit depressed about the stupid guy who walked away (see thread in "open"). But c'mon, Lise, shake it off. I'm just not as strong as I was last fall when I was training a lot. I looked back at my training log from this time last year; I am stronger now than I was then, and I had my best season ever last year. So just keep at it. I'm off to ride my bike to the YMCA and go swimming. I just need to run more. And bike more. And swim more.... L.

[Nanci]

S*r*w that guy Lise! He probably has a small pee pee anyway!! It'd be like bog snorkeling to find it!

Just be glad he didn't have a s**t explosion in your bathroom like one guy I met on-line!

Nanci (always ready to take it to a lower level)

[mommelisa]

Just be glad he didn't have a s**t explosion in your bathroom like one guy I met on-line!
Nanci (always ready to take it to a lower level)

LOL, Nanci! That reminds me of that movie with Jennifer Anniston "Along Came Polly". Did you see that scene in the bathroom? I laughed so hard I cried!

[Nanci]

Yeah, it was like that, only we didn't live happily ever after. He didn't even get to kiss me.

Nanci

[Lise]

S*r*w that guy Lise! He probably has a small pee pee anyway!! It'd be like bog snorkeling to find it!

Just be glad he didn't have a s**t explosion in your bathroom like one guy I met on-line!

Nanci (always ready to take it to a lower level)

Ummm...no, I can testify to this one....OK, I'm a sl**. But the two things (he thinks) he has going for him are ...the size of his pee pee, and his Jaguar. From now on, no more guys with fancy cars. Size of car price inversely proportional to size of heart, appearantly!

We never got to the stage of him using my bathroom, I am glad to report.

I am now chuckling and blushing ferociously, both uncontrollably. hehhehehehheh...must stop laughing. And blushing. and laughing...NANCI! I'm bog snorkling trying to re-locate my dignity! hehehhehehehHA!

[Lise]

Oh, we kissed alright. Chemistry. Magic. Wrong! Man, I've had "chemistry" before with people who were absolutely wrong for me, I've just never had them walk away without any warning or a goodbye! Blah! Blah! I should send him an all-expenses paid voucher for an exciting BOG SNORKLING vacation! heheheheheheh ... must get grip on self....

[Nanci]

I met this guy, on line, who was like a thousand years younger than me. I think we might have gone to a movie, and dinner at some Italian place. Later, we made out on the couch for hours, but we never "did it." Of course, he never called me back. That was 9-11. THE 9-11.

[Nanci]

You'll feel a lot better if you have a glass of wine and WATCH THE EAGLE.

http://www.infotecbsi.com/wildlife/

[Trek420]

Did you see they have...mountain bike bog snorkelling

The 9th World Mountain Bike Bog Snorkelling Championships

http://llanwrtyd-wells.powys.org.uk/eventbogbike.htm

[Brina]

But the two things (he thinks) he has going for him are ...the size of his pee pee, and his Jaguar. From now on, no more guys with fancy cars. Size of car price inversely proportional to size of heart, appearantly!

and directly proportional to how big an ******* he is. don't get me started.

oh, wait, dh drives a beemer and is a saint to put up with me. ah well, to every rule there is an exception.

I love thread drift.

[Lise]

and directly proportional to how big an ******* he is. don't get me started.

oh, wait, dh drives a beemer and is a saint to put up with me. ah well, to every rule there is an exception.

I love thread drift.

So glad you don't mind the thread drift! I, seriously, did think--I hope Brina's not pissed that we hijacked her "I hate running" thread!

May I just say that I do hate running right now? It may be because I just haven't really run that much over the winter, usually 6-7 miles a week, less some weeks. Or maybe I just need new shoes. I do think I need new shoes, but that's not really it. I need to run with a friend more often. It's my head that quits long before my heart, lungs, or legs.

My ex-partner, the abusive one, bought a Beemer not too long before the end of our relationship. I was on the title, for "my own security". On the title means on the loan, of course. We'd been apart for about 8 months when I got the call from the finance company. "You're two months behind on your BMW payments." "I don't own a BMW." "You're on the loan." Long story short, to save my own credit, I ended up paying it off, giving my ex my car in exchange for the BMW. That was a $16,000 mistake. I called that car "The Resentmobile". Finally traded it in for a lovely Chevy Malibu.

I always loved Jags, they are such pretty cars. Now I actually grimace when I see one. Sigh. For such a smart woman, I can be so...foolish sometimes. L.