the-boyfriend-runner:

high-heels-soccer-shoes - Leave 10,000 jelly belly’s in a paper bag at the front door, or you will never see your chocolate animals again in one piece!

Oh no, dear evil friend! This is the house that does clean eating! We have dried fruit or maybe one of the protein kisses in the freezer. Maybe some carob chips too although they kind of look like animal droppings. 
Leave mah baaaay-beeeees alone! I’m rushing home right now!

the-boyfriend-runner:

high-heels-soccer-shoes - Leave 10,000 jelly belly’s in a paper bag at the front door, or you will never see your chocolate animals again in one piece!

Oh no, dear evil friend! This is the house that does clean eating! We have dried fruit or maybe one of the protein kisses in the freezer. Maybe some carob chips too although they kind of look like animal droppings. 

Leave mah baaaay-beeeees alone! I’m rushing home right now!

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Yesterday I was taking photos of chocolate animals with my camera. Today I was helping out with a real dog on a set. Crazy couple of days!

Meanwhile, yesterday I went to get a post race massage and I about punched the masseuse when she started on my priformus muscle. I think I was white knuckle-gripping the massage table as it hurt so freaking bad! She also discovered a lovely knot of soreness on the outside of my left calf and said while my hammies are great (huzzah!), my calves were not. I’m angry in that I think I need to go back to physical therapy but thanks to my crap insurance (I only have catastrophic insurance with a $5,000 deductible), all of the appointment costs will be out of pocket. Not sure if I want to drop hundreds of dollars right now. 

This anxiety about my angry muscles set off another wave of issues as I realized I am 6 weeks out from my marathon (what. the. frick) and I need to get at least a 15 mile, and 18 mile and a 22 mile long run in. Each of which will mean asking a family member to watch my daughter for a long period of time (I really hate imposing on others). Oh and I need to do more yoga for the tight calves. Oh and I need to cross train more. And make sure I rest enough to allow my body to recover! And get back to meal planning and calorie counting. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

But tonight, John and I are going to catch the movie “Dark Shadows” as I need a good belly laugh. And a vodka tonic as I need the tonic water (obviously). As for the marathon training and the sore muscles, I’ll quote Scarlet O’Hara when I say “After all… tomorrow is another day.”

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Just so you know, 

the chocolate hippo and the chocolate zebra are tucked in for the night.

They are still intact and un-eaten. I couldn’t bare to break into the little works of art. 

They will live to play another day.

Good night tumblrs!

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Caught checking tumblr! Have to keep an eye on these 2!

Yes, I play with my food.

Caught checking tumblr! Have to keep an eye on these 2!

Yes, I play with my food.

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the-boyfriend-runner:

Thanks for the props runlojorun , but here’s the real superstar!

I look pissed off as we crossed the finish line! Not from holding John’s hand mind you. Just tired, soaked and ready for the finish line which seemed a million miles away once we turned onto the main stretch. John was the trooper who almost pulled me across the finish line when I wanted to stop. We make a great running team!

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My zebra just got a friend. A hippo. A chocolate hippo!

I can’t bear to eat these and at the rate I’m going, I’ll have an entire circus of animals to stare at.

Darn cute things!

My zebra just got a friend. A hippo. A chocolate hippo!

I can’t bear to eat these and at the rate I’m going, I’ll have an entire circus of animals to stare at.

Darn cute things!

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This little guy is a chocolate zebra.

Let me repeat that. A. Chocolate. Zebra.

The photostudio I am at had a photoshoot yesterday for a local chocolate company which makes these cute novelty guys. He’s soooo cute that I can’t imagine eating him. So for now, I will stare at his cute face.

This little guy is a chocolate zebra.

Let me repeat that. A. Chocolate. Zebra.

The photostudio I am at had a photoshoot yesterday for a local chocolate company which makes these cute novelty guys. He’s soooo cute that I can’t imagine eating him. So for now, I will stare at his cute face.

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Wet, soaked, but I still have a smile!

Wet, soaked, but I still have a smile!

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Now this is cool!

I wear Brooks shoes for my running and have so since 2000. So when I got the chance to have my gait analyzed at the Brooks portion of the Rock N Roll Half Marathon expo on Saturday, I jumped at the chance! I have been running in the Ariel or the Adrenaline over the years due to bad pronation. My current pair is the Ariel (I got a clearance deal on them last year) but I was wondering if I could move down to the Adrenaline permanently. The Ariel is a heavy shoe and I thought it would be too much for the marathon.

I was told to run on the treadmill so the guy could film my running. Now while I’ve seen this gait analysis done at other running stores, the Brooks gait analysis was more in-depth and almost medical. Basically, for optimal performance, there should be a 180 degree angle of sorts from your calf to your ankle to your heel. On my left leg, not so bad. But my right leg is more messed up. I have other issues going on with my right leg than last year’s calf tear which is why I’m always trying to do balance poses in yoga and one legged deadlifts with weights to correct the form.

After the running on the treadmill (with no sports bra - OUCH!), I was told that I could go down to the Adrenaline as the Ariel could be more than I need. I could also consider the Trance which has less cushioning than the Ariel but could still work. I think after the half, I realize cushioning is good and I will look at the Adrenaline.

I’m at 290 miles on my current pair of Ariels so I may stick with those through the Foot Traffic marathon but move to the Adrenaline for the Portland Marathon. Either way, I have my answers and some shockingly ugly pictures of the bottoms of my feet!

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John is trying to put his socks on and can only look at his feet, let alone bend down to put them on.

I tried to do some yoga and was super tight and afraid I was going to pull a muscle. I did some light warrior poses, pigeon, other hip openers. I’ll need to do a full routine after work.

Funny how when you cross a finish line of a race, you feel immortal. Now, the next morning, I feel like a 90 year old!

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