Friday, February 4, 2011

I'm back!!!

It only took a month :)

BoyToy and I were on the road in January; a week in Iowa, a week in Acapulco, a week in Minnesota, back to Ohio, and then to Orlando for 4 days.  I managed to get all my runs in and even ran 5 times outside!!! Hooray for travel to southern places!

Run 1: Acapulco, Feb. 9, 6 miles

This was a 2 part run.  BoyToy (understandably) did not want me to run outside in Mexico by myself, so he joined me for 3 miles back and forth in front of our resort.  I was really proud of him because 3 miles is DOUBLE his daily mileage.  He runs 4 or 5 times a week at the gym as a warm up to his strength training.  That's it.  But he braved the heat and humidity to keep me safe.  Swoon.

The last 3 I did around the grounds of our resort.  The resort has both a large pond and a long pool with a path around them.  I could make a .67 mile lap out of these paths.  It was a little tedious and boring, but the towel kid was there to entertain me.  I named him "Coach".  I passed the towel stand 5 times and each time he counted down my laps.

"5 more!"
"4 more!"

He was off of my count though and I finished when he said I had 3 left. 

Run 2: Acapulco on the beach, 3 miles (after 7 on the hotel treadmill)

Beach running is frickin' tough.  I mean W-O-R-K.  3 miles feels like 10.  Once again BoyToy joined me, this time shirtless!!!  He was being modest at first, even though I told him not to wear the shirt.  He made it a quarter mile and the shirt was off.  Too humid for a top.  I even exposed my flabilicious stomach to the sun. 

It was during this run that I entertained myself be singing the Baywatch theme song in my head.  I only know the "I'll be ready" part.  Literally.  Those 3 words.  Over. And Over.  (Note to self: learn rest of Baywatch song.)  I thought it would inspire me more to think I was Pamela Anderson, but my chest is too small and BoyToy wouldn't let me call him Hobie.

Run 3: Acapulco beach, 3 miles (7 previous on treadmill)

BoyToy didn't even attempt the shirt this time.  We were also smart enough to each carry our own water.  We shared a bottle the first time on the beach and it was gone before we hit 2 miles. 

Run 4: 11 miles in Orlando

BoyToy was once again very concerned about me running outside in a strange place.  He didn't run with me (he had golf clubs to check out) but I was required to carry my phone.  I had to carry it in my hand because it kept slipping out of my bra (that darn small chest again - no shelf properties!).  Sort of a hassle, but I was able to photograph myself:

and upload it to facebook without even breaking stride!

We were in Orlando to attend the PGA Merchandise show at the Orange County Convention Center (OCCC).  I figured to stay safe I would do laps around the OCCC - believe me, its big enough - but there are no people around the back sides.  I made the executive decision to then run up and down I-Drive.  More people, more traffic, but they have sidewalks on each side to comfortably run on. 

Run 5: Orlando, 7 miles

Surprisingly not hung over.

I even found a friend!  Liz, a buyer at another Columbus club, joined me for 2 miles.  It was a nice break in the middle of my run.  I was able to change up the route since I had a buddy.  Plus I had someone to talk to - even before she joined me.  Our hotels were about 1.5 miles from each other so as I was running to meet her I had to call her twice to figure out where exactly I was and where exactly the hotel was.  Once again still running the entire time. 

Liz is also smarter than I am.  She wore tights.  I froze my buns off in shorts.  It was about 45 degrees, so not too bad, but I was wishing I would have at least worn (heck, packed) half tights.  Plus, I sort of love my half tights.  They are my favorite running bottom.  They don't head south like my full tights and they prevent thigh chafing!  :)

That was January.  5 runs, 30 miles total.  A 1.2 runs outside per week average. 

I am having difficulty updating my stats. When I open the gadget my internet freezes and I have to close out of everthing.  Frustration.  Maybe BoyToy can figure it out. 


  1. You had more than one fan waiting on this post!

  2. I'm so proud of you for running outside!