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The flip book disorder

Running, Training

Holy freak, what have I gotten myself into. It’s 20 minutes to 11, and I am in total freak out mode. As I should be. In less than 24 hours, I will be in front of a video camera, answering interview questions. What the frick? I am the one who does the interviews – and not in front of a camera. There’s a reason I did NOT go into broadcast journalism. Does the word “uhm” have any meaning for you? Well it does for me! About a month ago, my super fit, B3 girlfriend who has the hottest, most enviable abs I ever did see, asked if I’d be willing to sit for an interview for her blog – all about marathon training. Seems simple enough right. I mean, I’ve trained for a couple marathons, even more half marathons, and have been running for a handful of years now. It’s a topic […]

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Coming clean

Training

I have a dirty, little secret. Actually, I take that back. It’s a dirty, huge, stinky secret! It’s been eating away at me for like two whole months, and I can’t take it anymore. I can’t take the lies and the averted eyes, and the shame, ohhhh the shame…. If you’ve been following POP for awhile now, you’ll know that I’m borderline OCD when it comes to avoiding germs. I carry sanitizer in my purse, in my car, have a tube on my desk at work, and another in my desk drawer at home. I don’t like to shake people’s hands, you don’t know where they’ve been, and when I visit my young nephews, as super cute and loveable as they are, I am often running back and forth from the washroom, scrubbing their icky, germ-infested whatevers off me. But nothing beats my fears of pools and hot tubs. They

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Failed reunion

Diabetes, Running, Training

Everything is backwards. The paradigms are shifting. My world is completely off, it’s wrong, it’s not right. While I sit here in front of my computer, on day 6 of no exercise, and my belly expanding at the mere thought of the We Are Waffling Ben and Jerry’s in my freezer, my husband is out running – MY HUSBAND! The man who makes fun of us runners, who turns his nose up at us runners, who is the anti runner! This is just fugged up! After spending the better part of the weekend plus Monday in bed, I was starting to feel better by Tuesday. I still had a gut-bruising incessant cough, but the grodies seemed to all be gone, and so I figured the infectious germs were also gone and that I’d be good to go for work. And I was. For the most part, the day went well. Sure

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New body please

Diabetes, Training

Dear world, I need a new body.  I’m thinking a tradesy might be a good option. I mean, my body is kind of nice looking, it’s somewhat fit, has really nice legs, and is great for someone who doesn’t mind never-ending aches and pains the odd ache and pain here and there. In return, I would like a body that is also nicely fit, has great looking legs, maybe even a four pack, but that’s negotiable, is young, and does NOT get injured at the drop of a hat. Sincerely, Princess. For almost a week now I’ve been dogging a nasty shoulder pain. So sore I can’t pull my arm back, put pressure on it, pick my purse up, or lie on it without wincing in pain. I have no idea how I got it, it just kind of appeared on Monday. It’s a pain similar to one I had

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Singing hallelujah

Diabetes, Training

Ohhh Lordy. Yes, on a day where I was blessed with that beautiful autumnal God light on my way to work this morning (sorry no pics, probably not safe to whip out the camera while driving) it feels only proper to tap into my religious roots. And by religious, I mean, holy hell I saw my life flash before my eyes multiple times tonight – MULTIPLE TIMES!!! For all of you out there who think aqua jogging is wimpy, think again. I was almost drowned tonight not once, not twice, but five times, once by the lane dividers while life guards were dividing up the lanes, and three times by a demon swimming chick who thought it prudent to start speed swimming right in my line of jogging. Uhm, okay, maybe I’ll just tread some water here as you smash your left arm down onto my head. Thanks for that.

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