So I am back in the game of running! I didn't run other than my running class last week, but this week I wanted to get back on track. I did my work out on Monday with my trainer, then had a dinner date. Tuesday I had my running class, Wed morning I got up and ran for 36 minutes, and tonight I plan to run after my work out. I am going to aim for an hour. Tomorrow my goal is to run before work again. This should put me in the 12-14 mile total for the week, which I am happy with! And next week I can start on official half marathon training. Sweet!
I think I am slowly getting faster. I will be on the treadmill tonight, so I will start at 5.7 and see how it goes. I figure if I jack up the speed even by just .1 each week, it won't be long before I am at 6.0. I am excited for that!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Well, Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all! Today's my holiday, but it is filled with work and running class. However, I may break down and do some fine beer this evening, just to celebrate my heritage. Oh, and to have some QT with my girls!
I found this joke on a website and decided to share it with you all. Enjoy!
Mr. Three Beers
An Irishman walks into a pub in a small town in Ireland and orders three beers. The man takes the beers to a table where he sits alone and polishes them off in about an hour. He gets up, orders three more and does the same thing. Another hour later, he gets one more round of three, drinks them and leaves.
This scene repeats itself the next evening and then the next, and pretty soon this pub is abuzz about the man they're now calling Mr. Three Beers. When he comes in again, the bartender's curiosity is overwhelming, and he asks his new favorite customer what the deal is.
He replies that he has two brothers who are no longer in Ireland, they're worlds apart, and they all vowed that each would order an extra two beers whenever one of them went drinking to keep the brotherly bond.
The bartender and the tavern regulars bought the story, admiring the brotherly love, and Mr. Three Beers became a pub favorite.
But one day he came in and ordered only two beers. The bartender poured them and the pub crawlers took immediate notice, thinking the worst -- that one of the brothers had passed away. This went on for several days.
One day, the bartender offered his condolences on behalf of himself and the pub regulars. The man thanked him for the thoughtfulness but said his two brothers were alive and well.
So what's with ordering only two beers? the barkeep asked.
"It's Lent," the man replied, "and I, myself, have decided to give up drinking until Easter."
I found this joke on a website and decided to share it with you all. Enjoy!
Mr. Three Beers
An Irishman walks into a pub in a small town in Ireland and orders three beers. The man takes the beers to a table where he sits alone and polishes them off in about an hour. He gets up, orders three more and does the same thing. Another hour later, he gets one more round of three, drinks them and leaves.
This scene repeats itself the next evening and then the next, and pretty soon this pub is abuzz about the man they're now calling Mr. Three Beers. When he comes in again, the bartender's curiosity is overwhelming, and he asks his new favorite customer what the deal is.
He replies that he has two brothers who are no longer in Ireland, they're worlds apart, and they all vowed that each would order an extra two beers whenever one of them went drinking to keep the brotherly bond.
The bartender and the tavern regulars bought the story, admiring the brotherly love, and Mr. Three Beers became a pub favorite.
But one day he came in and ordered only two beers. The bartender poured them and the pub crawlers took immediate notice, thinking the worst -- that one of the brothers had passed away. This went on for several days.
One day, the bartender offered his condolences on behalf of himself and the pub regulars. The man thanked him for the thoughtfulness but said his two brothers were alive and well.
So what's with ordering only two beers? the barkeep asked.
"It's Lent," the man replied, "and I, myself, have decided to give up drinking until Easter."
Monday, March 16, 2009
Public or private?
So, granted, this blog is public. But it is also private--very few people know of it, and I believe those that do know of it don't think I have started it yet. I therefore think I am going to keep it semi-anonymous for now. What does that mean?
1. No info about my job. I don't think I would do that anyhow. Too many ramifcations.
2. No info about dates (unless it's a great story or I have no plans to see you again)
3. Personal stuff, but try to be as discreet about it as possible.
Now considering I am not some major celebrity, and I don't think anyone is currently stalking me, I feel quite confident that my cover will stay safe--for now. And maybe one day I will share this gem of absolute trite and mundane postings with the world. But until then, I shall forever be quietly McFunski!
1. No info about my job. I don't think I would do that anyhow. Too many ramifcations.
2. No info about dates (unless it's a great story or I have no plans to see you again)
3. Personal stuff, but try to be as discreet about it as possible.
Now considering I am not some major celebrity, and I don't think anyone is currently stalking me, I feel quite confident that my cover will stay safe--for now. And maybe one day I will share this gem of absolute trite and mundane postings with the world. But until then, I shall forever be quietly McFunski!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Inspirational running shot of the day
Here I am, at the Baltimore marathon in 2006. This was a few weeks before the horrific NYC Marathon crash and burn. I am posting to this to remember how far I have come, and show myself how much I have changed my body in the past year. And to remind me that running can (and should be) fun. As someone I know said last night "this feels good." And I confirmed that it should feel good. And I meant that--about life, about love, about running. Not that there isn't pain, but sometimes it's worth it. So on that note, I am definitely running 4 miles tonight after my work out.
What are you going to do today?
Running Scared
So I am going to give this blog a shot again. I love to write, but so far haven't committed to this. I am going to commit to now. Here we go!
I accomplished just about all my running goals (my Goofy time was short of where I wanted it to be), so I am proud of that. And I have taken time off running. I have survived that time without packing on any additional pounds (well, five or under, which is incredibly awesome for me) and now it is time to start running again. Although I have probably lost all of my ability, I am a little excited to get back out there. For the past few weeks I have been hitting the treadmill a couple of times a week to do runs of 30-40 minutes. It's nice to do runs like that, and by choice. But since I have three half marathons and a marathon so far scheduled for this year, I knew it was time to quit messing around and start training.
So I signed up for a class. A running class. With other people. And hill repeats, intervals, and group runs. Where I could be last. Or left behind. Or cause other people to wait. All my deep, dark fears about running, competition and measuring myself against others are coming screaming to the surface. But I am going to man up, show up, and make it happen. Wish me luck. I am going to need it!
On to the next phase of my healthy life! Care to tag along?
I accomplished just about all my running goals (my Goofy time was short of where I wanted it to be), so I am proud of that. And I have taken time off running. I have survived that time without packing on any additional pounds (well, five or under, which is incredibly awesome for me) and now it is time to start running again. Although I have probably lost all of my ability, I am a little excited to get back out there. For the past few weeks I have been hitting the treadmill a couple of times a week to do runs of 30-40 minutes. It's nice to do runs like that, and by choice. But since I have three half marathons and a marathon so far scheduled for this year, I knew it was time to quit messing around and start training.
So I signed up for a class. A running class. With other people. And hill repeats, intervals, and group runs. Where I could be last. Or left behind. Or cause other people to wait. All my deep, dark fears about running, competition and measuring myself against others are coming screaming to the surface. But I am going to man up, show up, and make it happen. Wish me luck. I am going to need it!
On to the next phase of my healthy life! Care to tag along?
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Let the training commence!
So, it is now officially under 13 weeks to the NYC Marathon. Yes, Mr. NYC Marathon, I am gunning for you in 2008! The McFunski's had a joyous 13 mile jaunt through Hoboken last night, and we are feeling strong and getting closer to kicking NY butt! Of course, before that there are a few half marathons to be conquered, but that's OK. We will hopefully be able to eat those for breakfast by the time NY comes around.
Where will you be on November 2? I hope it's out in my great city cheering us on!
Where will you be on November 2? I hope it's out in my great city cheering us on!
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