Aqua jogging

The Grinch, er, Coach

In the spirit of Christmas, and because I do so love caroling (much to Big Ring’s chagrin), and because, following my first aqua jogging session in nearly a year, I was inspired, I’ve decided to treat you all with a carol of my own. Here’s to you Coach NZ 😉 You’re an evil one, Mrs. Coach. You really are a boss, While your accent is cuddly as a bear, charming as a debonair, It doesn’t fool me, because I know You’re just a sweat-loving Kiwi with a stinky brown peel! You’re a monster, Mrs. Coach, Your heart’s an empty gear, Your brain is full of speed intervals, You’ve got killer pushups and nasty tricep dips in your soul, Mrs. Coach, I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty nine and a half foot pole! You’re a vile one, Mrs. Coach. You have pace bunnies in your smile. You have all the …

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Just call me Aqua Woman

My arms were shaking. No wait, scratch that, they were quaking as I repeatedly lifted my body up out of the water and then slowly back down again, with just my wet, slippery hands planted flat over the ledge for support. Are you freaking kidding me? I’m doing pushups in the pool? I don’t even do pushups on dry land, let alone anything with my arms, but here I am up down, up down, up down, holy crap, my arms are going to cave. Welcome to extreme aqua running. A couple weeks ago my favourite ironchickie started the process of becoming an ironchickie coach, which is a two-year process that, among other things, requires her to volunteer 75 hours of coaching time. When I discovered this, I was super excited, and I was all in for submitting my name as guinea pig. That excitement, however, soon turned to fear. Two …

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Coming clean

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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Singing hallelujah

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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The hangover

What now? It’s been a week and a half since I last ran, which really isn’t that long at all, and yet, I feel kind of lost, like I have an emptiness in my belly… or legs, I should say. I see Facebook posts of girlfriends preparing for their next running adventures, I read blogs all about running, and magazines all about running, but I’m not running. I don’t have a plan and I planned it that way. I’ve been training almost non-stop now for more than two years (aside from a couple months where I was recovering from injury) and I’ve felt for quite some time that I’ve needed a break from training. So, while my favourite running chicks were planning this run and that run, I purposely stayed quiet, I was not going to jump into anything new. I wanted a break and by golly I was going …

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