Wonder Mutt Wednesday

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Enjoy the ride.

Is it weird that I wouldn’t care if I was one these mutts?  Have you ever had to share the furniture with your mutt?  Don’t you wish you could bottle whatever that stuff is that causes dog hair to stick to absolutely EVERYTHING, sell it, and retire a gozillionaire?

It’s Been Six Months…

…and I haven’t kicked anybody.  Yet.  I’m actually quite encouraged!

So far, so good.

So far, so good.

Six months ago I decided to bite the bullet and join a gym.  Again.  My history with fitness centers hasn’t always been, shall we say, the most pleasant.  I have an extremely low tolerance for sweat hogs who don’t wipe down machines after generously leaving bodily fluids all over them,  social butterflies who think everyone within a 12 foot radius wants to hear all about what a big, fat jackwad their boyfriend is, and dupa dumpers – the sad, poor souls who come in, dump their dupa on a machine, and proceed to spend more time staring at the ceiling instead of actually DOING something.

Wake the heck up!

WAKE. THE HECK. UP.

I can honestly say that after umpteen visits, the desperate need to just go up and kick somebody in the head – HARD – has only occurred a handful of times.  (I have shown amazing restraint in this area and think my efforts should be handsomely rewarded with a freezerful of Moose Tracks and unlimited margaritas.  Just sayin’).  I’ve actually spent many an amused hour trying not to laugh hysterically at the hormones with feet, (you know, high school kids), trying so hard not check out the girls who have less on than, well, this.

See what I'm saying?

See what I’m saying?

All in all, getting back on the weights has been pretty positive.  I don’t think I’ve lost any weight, but that wasn’t the reason I headed back over to the dark side.  I was long, long, LONG overdue for cross-training and needed to try to find some way to get rid of this blasted ITBS.  I’m still not sure if it’s working, thanks to some delayed knee pain after my 7 miler yesterday, but I’m still hopeful.  Plus I still haven’t given up hope on one day looking like her.

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Okay, maybe not.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you find yourself wanting to kick someone in the head when you’re at the gym?  Easily irritated by dupa dumpers?  How do YOU deal with it?

The Three R’s

Rest and recovery.  Two words that may not register with the most diehard of runners.  Not a problem for this Black Dog.

Or this one.

Or this one.

If there is one thing that running for more years than I can remember has taught me – HONOR THY REST DAY.  A lot of practice – and colds – has proven that if I push my running to more than 3 or 4 days max, then I am bound to get sick or injured.  It’s also inevitable that if I add too much mileage too soon, then Little Miss You-Know-What shows up too.

Oh.  It's YOU again...

Oh. It’s YOU again…

As I was web-surfing looking for some credible information on the benefits of a little R&R, I came across this article from Runner’s World, (because who wouldn’t love just about anything found in the holy book of running?)  One of my favorite parts advised runners should get as much sleep as possible, 10-12 hours a night if possible.  And…NAPS!  Oh sweet manna from the heavens!  FINALLY a justifiable reason for my weekend snoozefests with the Wonder Mutt!

zzzzzz,zzzzz,zzzzz

zzzzzz,zzzzz,zzzzz

The Black Dog Nap Time Happy Dance was short-lived though, when it was also recommended to foam roll.  EVERY. DAMN. DAY.  Oh the humanity!  To say the love/hate relationship I have with my foam roller leans heavily to the hate side is putting it mildly.  I believe I’ve actually seen the hubby cover Calypso’s ears when I’m in the midst of said self-torture.

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Ever hit that sweet spot along your IT band when all of a sudden everything just…shifts? In the name of all that is holy, what the crap IS that?!?  It’s like all of a sudden my tendons just turned into Silly Putty that some little ankle biting monster kid decided to stretch and mush and beat to a pulp before shoving it in his mouth to chew it into submission.  Before of course spitting it back out again to see if you really can mush it into the Sunday comics and pull up the pictures.  Quite the image, isn’t it?

Yeah, pretty much.

Yeah, pretty much.

Thankfully, that creep-me-out-wtf-IS-that feeling is quickly forgotten with a good dose of pigeons and cows.  No no no, not THOSE pigeons and cows.  These guys…

This is what I look like in these poses. Okay, maybe not.

This is what I look like in these poses. Okay, maybe not.

Just like on race day, every one has their own way of getting through the rest and recovery days.  My non-expert, I’m-not-really-a-runner-I-just-play-one-on-TV advice?  Do what works for you.  Honor the rest day, and let the body that works so hard for you get a day off once in awhile.  You just may be surprised how much it thanks you later on.

As far as the third R?  Did you REALLY have to ask?

hehehe....

hehehe….

Enjoy the ride.

Do you honor the rest day?  What do you do to allow your body to recover, especially after a hard workout?  Are ‘ritas an integral part of your recovery program?

Friday Funny

We sadly bid goodbye to Shark Week in true Black Dog fashion…
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Enjoy the ride.

Have a great, shark-free weekend!  And if you do have your very own shark encounter, remember…sharks too, just want to be loved.

We Will Return To Our Regularly Scheduled Programming…

…right after THIS!
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Yes, I am a total Shark Week junkie.  Always have been. Always will be.  Don’t ask why, I have absolutely no idea.  Jumping into a shark cage and hanging out with some Great Whites is definitely one of my bucket list items.  So you guys are just going to have to tolerate me this week while I get my crack fix.

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 Enjoy the ride.

Weigh in what you think about sharks!  Friend or foe?

Too Big For The Britches?

This poser has popped into my dollar-machine driven cranium on more than a few occasions now.  Let me tell you why.  While it’s got to be pretty awesome-sauce to hit rock star status in blogoland, could it also sometimes be one big fat PITA???

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Owwww! Really, you little brat?!?

Bear with me a second.    The reason I ask is this – and PLEASE, feel free to chime in here with your own thoughts on the subject.  I probably have maybe 15-20 blogs I visit just about daily.  Some writers post something every day while others only once a week.  Sometimes I’ll skip it for a day if the subject doesn’t really catch my attention while other days I wish he/she had just kept it coming.  What’s prompted my query is purely personal in nature.  I LOVE when readers take the time to leave a comment on what they’ve read whether it be good, bad, or indifferent.  Actually, I’ve been pretty darn lucky and don’t think anyone has ever written anything rude.  So….thanks for that!

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Muah!

As many bloggerers have done, (I think), we started this literary trip to either hold ourselves accountable (food and/or fitness-wise), or in my case, to (temporarily at least), relieve some of the tornadic activity constantly flying around in my skull.  Every so often I need a break just long enough to tie my running shoes, ya know?

Crazy-Brain

Aaaaagggghhhhhh!

So here’s my question: does there come a time when your blog fandom gets TOO big?  Are you able keep up when you hit Bon Jovi status?  Do you even try to at that point?  My take from the little shallow end of the pool is this:  some of my absolute fave blogs typically have anywhere between 30-50 comments by the time I get to them after receiving an email that a new post has been published 30-50! Say what??!!  TOTAL WOWZA.  BUT…how do you respond to each and every one of those commenters (?)  Do you?  When I see that many previous comments, sadly, I don’t even bother.  Really now, who’s going to pay attention to what little ole Black Dog has to say?

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I dunno.

Now I have one blog that I occasionally visit which consistently has over 100 comments posted. Over 100.  Holy cow manure Bessie!  But seeing that many comments keeps me from bothering to add to the list.  And seeing the author has only responded to maybe five or six, really keeps me from, well, basically wasting my time.  And that is kind of sad if you think about it.

I'm so sad.

I’m so sad.

So I’m going to throw this out into the blogosphere and see what inevitably hits me in the back of the head.  Do you think they’re such a thing as a blog that’s “too big”?  Do you prefer interacting with bloggers who respond to you every time you comment on a post, or do you just say what you have to say and move on?  Who are some your favorite bloggers?  Are they very responsive or do you find yourself not commenting due to the amount of those who already have?

I could go on and on about this subject, but I will spare you the additional brainus vomitus, but I really am interested in hearing your thoughts on the subject.  And I promise to answer every one of you.  Unless you’re mean.  Then I’ll just go to my room, slam the door, and cry.  To my dog.

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Yeah, that’d be me. Please don’t be mean.

 Enjoy the ride.

Okay my friends, let’s hear it.  Do you think a blog can get too big?

This Crazy Thing Called Life

Every so often I like to take a step back and “re-evaluate” my life.  Am I taking advantage of everything I can as far as where I live, what I’m physically capable of doing, and the time I spend with the people who matter to me the most?  Am I having FUN?  Because I truly believe that when it all comes down to it, THAT is what life should be all about.

Yeah baby!

Yeah baby!

I read this post from Kathryn at From Dancing to Running a while back and it was one of those that just stuck with me.  I stuck it on a back burner knowing it would eventually get spit out by my Brainado. (And yes, I totally ripped that off from Sharknado.)  Then this week, I read this from Sara at Life Between the Miles.  And it hit me like a ton of bricks.

You may or may not know from a previous post (here), that I lost my dad when I was still in high school.  It was quick, (I hope), as heart attacks often are.  I’m often thankful that at least neither he, nor this family, had to watch him get sick and eventually drift away.  One thing I often do wish though, was that I’d had the chance to say goodbye.

Bye Daddy.

Bye Daddy.

Then I start thinking, what would I have said that could possibly make him understand the impact he’d had not only on my life, but on that of his friends and family?  I am a true cheerleader in believing everything happens for a reason.  If my dad had lived, would I have ever moved thousands of miles away from everything, and everyone, I’d ever known?  Would I have ever gone through a totally crap time just to come out of it with a shiny new relationship that I’m unbelievably thankful for every day?  Would I have fallen head over heels in love with all things running and Disney, and met the incredible people I now consider my extended family because of it?  Who knows?  But I do believe it all happened the way it did, because it was supposed to.

Fave guy in my fave place.

Fave guy in my fave place.

I think sometimes we get so caught up in “the stupid” that we forget to take a breath and realize how good we’ve got it.  I was sitting at lunch today with the hubby watching as they transported Nancy Writebol, infected with the deadly Ebola virus, back to the United States.  She may be flirting with death right now, but I also think she’s probably unbelievably grateful that she has at least been given a fighting chance to beat death at its own game.  I doubt she’s too worried about whether or not she can get the latest designer bag on sale or if her dupa looks too fat.  Oh look!  We’re back at my favorite thing! PERSPECTIVE.

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The next time you’re having a totally crap day, go ahead and have that pity party.  No one will blame you.  Just make sure it doesn’t end up occupying more space in your head than it needs to.  There’s too many others out there who would be more than happy to take on your problems.

And since I flat out refuse to leave you on a downer, take some of that unsolicited advice I was bitching about a couple of days ago and…

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Just trying to help you out.  I’m good like that.

 

Enjoy the ride.

Ever have to remind yourself about what’s REALLY important?

Not To Be Rude But….

During one of my blog blitzes a while back, I stumbled across this one from the OMG hilarious Beth over at Shut Up and Run.  I certainly can’t relate to the whole pregnant/kid/parenting thing, but when she starting talking about how people just love to give unsolicited advice about, oh – ANYTHING – I couldn’t help but feel like she had crawled right into my noggin and took a look around.  Nice image, huh?

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Rather disconcerting mine doesn’t look that different.

Now, I don’t think I’m quite THAT confused looking on a semi-regular basis – note I said I THINK – but apparently I must have some kind of aura that draws in more than my share of whackos.  Honestly lady, I really don’t need to know why you’re buying every last container of hemorrhoid pads, I just want to buy my half-gallon of Moose Tracks and get the hell home so I can shove my entire face in it.  And I’m really not interested in holding a conversation with you about the weather while I’m gassing up my car, as I’m just fighting the urge to whack you upside the head with the windshield cleaner because you’re too damn lazy to shut your engine off, thereby endangering the lives of everyone within a 300′ radius.  And unless you have the name of Meb, Shalane, or Kara, I REALLY  don’t need a list of everything I’m doing wrong when I’m running.  I’ve been doing it since I was about 2, I think I have a pretty good handle on it by now, thanks.

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What the…?!?

That’s not to say I’m not open to some well-timed, good intentions.  “Hey lady, watch out for the peacock poop ahead.”  That would have been very much appreciated on my recent run through the local park a couple of days ago.  Or how about, “Hey lady, I think there’s a rabid palmetto bug hiding in the bushes up on the right. You might want to throw in a fartlek right about now”  Again, welcome advice.  Or my favorite…”Honey, you look great, but you may want to rethink the whole toilet paper attached to your shoe look.”  I knew I married that guy for a reason.

I can't take her anywhere.

I can’t take her anywhere.

I’m just going to throw this one out into the blogosphere and see if it comes hurtling back at my head.  Before you strike up a conversation with a complete stranger as to why you’re purchasing every last bottle of jock powder in the store, you may just want take a moment and reflect.  Will this person genuinely be interested in my man parts itchiness?  Will either of our lives be more fulfilled knowing that I conveniently found 18 BOGO coupons stuffed in a kitchen drawer for this stuff?  Does this person even CARE that my parts itch???  If the answer to any of the above questions could possibly be no, then may I kindly suggest a kind smile, perhaps nod of the head, or better yet, just keep the sunglasses on your face and avoid any and all eye contact.  And try not to scratch.

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scratchscratchscratch

 

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever been on the receiving end of unsolicited stranger advice?  How did you handle it?  What was the worst piece of advice you were ever given?

Jost Virtual Running – Score!

Don’t ask me how I stumbled upon it, but let me tell ya – this whole virtual running thing is – shall we say – mucho cool stuff.  Too bad my first one wasn’t!  By the time I finally got my dupa out on the road for my Beat The Heat 10k benefiting Girls on the Run, it felt like I walked out into a solid wall of steam.  97 degrees plus in the sun, (and it was a BIG plus), and who knows what on the humidity scale, did not make for what could be considered “ideal” running conditions.  Okay, now that I’m done whining and making excuses for my less than stellar results, (1:03.10),  the fact that I did help – even in a tiny way – an awesome-sauce organization, made all the sweat, runner belly, and lead legs, feel a little bit better.

Hello pretty.

Hello pretty.

What’s super duper cool is the website I found this race on, JostRunning.com, not only offers a number of different races and distances at any given time, you can also keep track of your training, upload your race results, and see where you finished in relation to other runners participating in the same event.  Cool beans!  Or in this case, popsicles!

The best part of Jost races?  Not only is the bling pretty darn sweet, (and NOT sticky), you can choose which charity you want to run for.  As of today, there are three different charities, Camp Promise, NYRR Team for Kids, and the Midwest Food Bank, all with distance options of anywhere from a 5k all the way up to a full marathon.

Wanna go the distance/

Wanna go the distance?

I look at it this way.  You’re running the distance anyway – especially if you’re in training for something like, oh, say, the Wine and Dine Half Marathon.  So why not do something bigger than yourself, pay it forward, and earn some sweet medals, all while you’re training?  It’s pretty much a no-brainer.

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So head on over to Jost Running, check out their funny bunny blog while you’re there, and sign up for a race.  Or two.  Or six.  Oh wait, that’s me.  What can I say, I have a lot of empty pegs in my bling room.

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Enjoy the ride.

Do you like the idea of being a part of something bigger than yourself?  Are you a bling junkie too?

You Like Me! You Really Like Me! Again!

I received an awesome-sauce surprise a couple of weeks ago from a fellow I-live-in-inhuman-like-heat-and-I-almost-well-pretty-much-love-it blend named Helly.  She writes a great little blog aptly named Helly On The Run.  And much to my surprise, she found this particular little corner of the interweb….wait for it…..INSPIRING!  Now be assured, no exchange of cash, bribery, or promises of Princess Lisa’s Bailey’s Buttercream cupcakes, has taken place.  A common love of traveling – especially to Italy – may have been the beginning of a beautiful blendship.

Vaticano

Vaticano!

Whatever the reason may have been for dragging Helly kicking and screaming to Black Dog Runs Disney, (oh crap, did I say that out loud?), I’m sending her a big, wet, sloppy Calypso kiss for the nomination.  So here goes.

Muah!

Muah!

So let’s get to the good stuff.  First of all, the good part.

Whoo hoo!

Whoo hoo!

Now for the rules – ’cause we all know how much I LOVE rules (teeheehee…):

Rule One – thank and link to the person who nominated you – check!

Rule Two – list the rules and display award – checkcheck

Rule Three – share seven facts about yourself – oh boy, this could get ugly

Rule Four – nominate 15 other awesome-sauce bloggers and let them know they’ve been nominated.  I’m going to “adjust” this one just a little bit and nominate the blogs that make me laugh the most – because that’s the whole point of living isn’t it?  That and Moose Tracks Ice Cream. (like how I ALWAYS find some way to work that in?)

So here’s some little known facts about me…

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More than you ever wanted know huh?  Especially the Sponge Bobs.  There’s an image you won’t ever be able to get out of your head.

Now for just some of my fave blends! (There’s just so many, I can’t list them all…oh the humanity!)

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Back yet?  Didn’t I tell ya these bloggers rocked?  Black Dog would never steer you wrong, especially when it comes to blogs and ice cream.  Never.  I take that stuff seriously.

 

Enjoy the ride.

What are some of your favorite blogs?  Do they make you laugh?  Do I make you laugh?  If not, just think of the Sponge Bobs.  Or go get some for yourself.  I’ll even buy you a pair.  I’m nice like that.