i never give you my pillow*

today, i strap on 2 five pound weights.

one on each hip.

i amble…yes, amble down the street when kim gets here.

and we walk to the start of our little 3 mile run.

a run i normally do with no problem at all.

but those weights.

where did they come from?

they came from a bad attitude, a court case, a lost job and fear.

but they also came from eating out with harley guy, chocolates at midnight, potlucks and starbucks stops.

from joyous death by chocolate ice cream

but 5 pounds on each of my hips = a much slower me.

so, i’m in the yellow.  barely.

because they also measured me at the doctor’s…and i lost an inch.

and i needed that inch.

i google weight gain for runners, and the first links i see are


not. yet.  god, not yet.

the first mile was rough, over the freeway.  sun coming up, and realizing that 6am is now too late for summer runs.

mile 2.  my lungs are fine.  my legs are fine.

but these weights.  i feel them.

mile 3 had me walking over the catwalk.  walking.

as if i had never run a marathon.

yet i’m training for #5.

i struggle. i get back on the scale after the run.

left one pound on the street.

but these weights.  they both need to come off.

and soon.

*song lyric from “carry that weight”, by the beatles.

*how we thought those days would never end*

Monday morning report, and the last full week of summer.  I start next Tuesday at the High School in the East. 

I ran 4.2 miles on Saturday, burning 575 calories. I biked 4 miles on Saturday, over the catwalk.I did an hour of Yoga & biked 2 miles to the gym today.

Why am I so fat?

I know it’s the food, food, food…but seriously, dieting is just not fun anymore.  Heh.  I try to watch it, but after years, I mean years of dieting, I pretty much know what to do.  It’s a matter of actually doing it.  I’m 10 pounds over where I’d like to be.  Since Bass Lake, I haven’t taken a bit off of the body.  As my running partner likes to say, “Well, Linda, you ARE 15 years older than me.”

Which is like throwing a gauntlet down in front of me.  Usually.

I looked at my triceps today in the Yoga mirror.  Even without my glasses, I could see that they were a bit, um, wavy.  My body parts are rapidly descending down toward the floor.  My eyes are getting worse, needing glasses all the damned time.   I kept saying to myself, “Be Here Now, Be Here Now”, in an effort to breathe in and out.  It was tough.

You’d think I’d be depressed. 

I’m not.  Bring it on.  I’m 49 49 49 49 49.  This is what’s supposed to happen to your body as you age …(not the fat part, the other).  I’m not out of shape.  I am aging.  And it’s okay.


I’m off to the pool to swim laps, or to sit in the spa and drink a Diet Coke.

Either way, I’ll be doing what I want…it’s Summer, after all.

*All Summer Long lyrics, by Kid Rock*

Game On

I’m all about the music, and this was a great song to run to.  Can you name the TV songs in this??  It’s a Stars on 45 TV Theme Song, but I really only hear Kung Fu Fighting and The Good Bad and the Ugly.  You?  M*A*S*H too.



In any event, it was on my playlist, and I enjoyed it.  We did 3 miles in 31:11.    A 10:22 pace.  Thanks to one of the running blogs that I read, Downeast Runner, I ran even though I have a sore throat, and am achy.  I taught 6 classes of PE today in the cold (for California), and then ran with my partner.  We both complained of being sick, but we were going to do it anyway, and run through the pain.  I had about 12 lozenges today, some soup and an apple.  I was a bit hot, but realized I had to take off my hat halfway through the run. 

On our walk afterward, I was dizzy, but happy happy happy.  Finally I had to lay (lie?) down.  Kim says to me, “Hey, don’t worry about it, you’re 15 years older than me.”  Okay, so I’m 49.  The fierce competition was awakened in me at that moment.

She is one of my favorite people, but hey, she was taunting me.  🙂

Game on, Sister.