When Life Gets In The Way

Ever have one of those days weeks when you start out with the best of intentions and everything just goes to total dog poop?  Welcome to my life this week.



It started out great with a pretty awesome 7 mile run on Sunday.  I got the dupa up early enough to avoid the nasty, sticky mess that has been the setting for my weekends runs lately, and headed out into blessed shade and slightly cooler temps.  After beating my goal time, I came home, threw on my snazzy new compression socks, and proceeded to do nothing except eat a nice, healthy lunch and sport this awesome-sauce look.

Fuzzy slippers ROCK.

Fuzzy slippers rock.

A few hours later, my left knee started feeling a little achy.  I ignored it and off to bed I went.  Then I woke up Monday morning and DUHN DUHN DUHN (insert dramatic music here), the other knee decided the first one was lonely and decided to get on the achy train too.


So thinking that after all my aches and knee pain that I may have gained just a pixie dust amount of runner smarts – and with some objective advice from the hubs – I bowed out of my scheduled run and stuck to the dreaded foam roller, IT band exercises, ice, and some muscle stim, in the hopes of getting things right again in my world.  Alas, these stupid, friggin’, frog-flipping, insert any number of colorful language terms here – knees refused to cooperate and it just simply was not meant to be.  I woke up again on Tuesday with that blasted achiness.  I think my face probably looked somewhat similar to this.

Don't talk to me. Ever.

Don’t talk to me. Ever.

Being the concerned hubs that he is, instead of going to the gym, he suggested hitting the pool instead.  Now I’m far from a good swimmer, but after 20 minutes of lap work, both my head and my legs felt considerably better.  I knew come Wednesday I’d be ready to hit the pavement again.  Until my LIFE decided to get in the way.

oh come on

That’s when I took a step back, reminded myself to breathe, and in the immortal words of Elsa, just let it go.  If there is one thing us runners sometimes have a hard time figuring out, is once in a while, life IS going to get in the way and eff everything up.  Miles won’t get run, weights won’t get lifted, crunches won’t get crunched.  And it’s all OKAY.  Sometimes you just gotta be fluid.  Like melty Jello-O.



Life throws enough crap at us so there’s no point in getting all worked up over the crap you can’t control.  Like people running late, bluetooths that keep disconnecting you, and certain little black dogs burping their fish dinner pleasantly in your face.



So the next time you find yourself about to go postal over what is probably something REALLY stupid, take that step back for a second.  And breathe.  And if you still want to kick someone after that, knock yourself out.  Or someone else.  Whatever flattens your ears.

stress cat


Enjoy the ride.

Do you get stressed out when life gets in the way of your training or do you just go with the flow?

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!



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.


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?



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…

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!

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.


 Enjoy the ride.

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

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.


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…

squat sign

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?

Brain homer_simpson

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.

funny runner

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.




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?

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.



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.



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…

7 facts

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!)

blog list

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.

So You Married A Runner. My Apologies.

Remember when  you said I do?  Did you really think you had any idea what you were in for?


Did you think you would ever see so much laundry in your life?  Did you ever realize just one person – possibly one very little person – could ever PRODUCE that much laundry?  Let’s not even bring up the amount, but how absolutely, inhumanly, STANKASS said laundry can be?  Sorry baby, I may only come in at 5’3″, but I can can get a sweat on as good as Phil Simms ever did.

You're welcome Kellie.

You’re welcome Kellie.

Let’s just get the more “sensitive” areas of being married to a runner person out of the way shall we?  I’m going to break these down into three general categories:

1.   No holds barred conversations regarding bodily functions.  Suddenly, in sickness and in health begin to take on a whole new meaning.  Sleeve snot?  Check.  Sprints to the bathroom after being gone for only 20 minutes the day after Margarita Madness, only to be treated to the most inhuman sounds possible?  Check.  Clothing that still smells like decomposing body even after being pre-treated, soaked in bleach, vinegar, and every de-fumigating solution ever invented?  Check.  It’s all part of the ’til death do us part package.  Guess you just never thought the “death” part included the odor.

Oh. My. God.

Oh. My. God.

2. Dealing with sad puppy dog face the closer registration day gets.  And you said no.  Now let’s give credit where credit is due.  There’s not too many significant others who can unequivocally drop the hammer when facing the power of a runDisney event.  But let’s be honest.  Who really has the power to resist the numerous heavy sighs, slammed cabinet doors, 2,145 repeats of Let It Go, and denial of…well, you know – because you want to spend your vacation at this place instead?

I don't even know what to say.

I don’t even know what to say.

3. Wondering just how many shoes, clothes, gadgets, bags, and weird supplements one runner can possibly collect.  You go to the fridge simply looking for a quick snack.  Instead, you spend the next 15 minutes digging through Beans, Bloks, waffles, bars, and some weird, nasty goopy stuff with the oh-so-appetizing description of goo.  Feeling adventurous – and slightly frustrated at the lack of Snickers, Milky Ways, and just plain good ol’ American Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups – you rip open a bag of what looks like jelly beans.  When suddenly, out of nowhere, this comes flying at your head.

Step away from the Sport Beans and nobody gets hurt. NOW.

Step away from the Sport Beans and nobody gets hurt. NOW.

I know there’s plenty of other areas of concern for those co-existing with us runner types, but I figured these are probably the main areas of contention concern.  I readily admit it, we can be a frightful bunch of individuals.  We have our own idiosyncrasies, disgusting habits, and heck – we’ve even invented our own language.  So what’s an innocent, by-standing, non-runner to do?  I think you know the answer to that one.

Yes.  Become the douche.  It'll be okay.

Yes. Become the douche. It’ll be okay. I promise.

 Enjoy the ride.

What annoying, disgusting habits does your significant other have to put up with?

Crazy Days

Since the time for creating this little literary piece of genius is extremely limited today, I’m going to blow through this like the tornado my brain looks like.  So hang on.  It might get scary.

My brain.  Constantly.

My brain. Constantly.

Wonder Mutt – I walked in the door yesterday to what sounded like a lion trying to hack up a hairball.  Apparently Lucy thought it would be nice to leave us with a parting gift – aka kennel cough.  Off to the vet we go this afternoon.  On the up side, Lucy did find her furever home and went home with her new humans last night. #Adoptionwin



Brooks Ghost 7s – Cranked out my first three miles in the new dogs last night and may I say they rock?  Okay, thanks.  They ROCK!  Of course mine look much better buried in Beecause Charms bling.  Just sayin’.

Like the wind.  Really.

Like the wind. Really. Blustery.

Running – I am happy to report that the pavement and I have been getting along pretty well lately.  I was actually able to crank out the aformentioned 3 miler with a training PR average mile of 9:12.  May sound like zombie pace to most of you, but for this turtle, it may as well have been Greased Lightning.

"...burning up the quarter mile..."

“…burning up the quarter mile…”

Laser therapy – Since I’m going no holds barred with trying to keep that nasty ITBS from making a reappearance, I’m trying something new.  Twice a week, I get beat up for a few minutes by a massage therapist (aka retired member of the WWF), followed by a few minutes of getting zapped by this thing.

The doctor's name is Jetson.  Honest.  I wouldn't kid you.  Okay, maybe.

The doctor’s name is Jetson. Honest. I wouldn’t kid you. Okay, maybe.

I even get to wear what looks like yellow cataract glasses while I’m getting zapped.  Fashion score to say the least.  I may even try to market them for the fashion conscious runner.  #not

So that’s my brain vomit for the day.  My apologies if it gave you motion sickness.  Just send me your PayPal information and I’ll send you a bottle of Pepto right away.  I’m helpful like that.

Enjoy the ride.

Ever have one of those weeks where it feels like you’re living in the middle of a Disney ride?  How do you keep from going completely insane?

#Chewsday Update – And Other Weird, Made-Up Words

What the heck is #Chewsday Black Dog? – you may be asking yourself.  Well, let me tell ya.  Whether you really want to know or not.  So there.



I’ve teamed up with my accountabilibuddies, (yup – somebody made that one up too) over at Princess Prairie Runners and Darlin’ Rae in an effort to keep each other on track with our eating.  We’ve been stalking each other on our blogs, Twitter, and Instagram, and just acting as a support system when the evil junk food minions come a-callin’.

Here.  Have a banana.

Here. Have a banana.

We’ve had a few bad days along the way, but for the most part I think we’ve been able to give our efforts three out of four paws up!  Just knowing I’ll feel guilty if I go for the inevitable extra serving of that blasted tortellini the hubby insists on making every blessed week, (if only it wasn’t so friggin’ yummylicious!), helps keep this dog’s waistline from getting too out of control.  Just think girls, if we keep at it, we’ll end up looking like THIS!

Ok, maybe not.

Ok, maybe not.

I can honestly say I haven’t stepped on a scale for who knows how long, and to be honest, I really don’t care what the number says anyway.  My clothes fit pretty well – aside from a pair or two of pants that I wish fit just a LITTLE bit loser – but I’m living on the pavement and in the gym these days, so I’m good with it.  And we all have races to train for, so none of us will be spending much time sitting around on our dupas stuffing our yaps with crappy food.  I think our unofficial mantra has become, “eat like crap, feel like crap, train like crap.”  Pretty awe-inspiring, ain’t it?

Google awe-inspiring.  This is what you get.

Google awe-inspiring. This is what you get.

We’d love to have you join us our party train to happy bellies and happy training, so feel free to stalk us on our blogs, Instagram, or Twitter, using the hashtag #Chewsday.  You too can be one of the cool kids!  Maybe we’ll even get shirts made up.



Enjoy the ride.

Do you make better choices when you know someone has your back?

It’s Wonder Mutt’s Birthday!!

Guess what? I’m completely obsessed with my dog!  Not that you would have ever figured that out by:

1. The name of this blog

2. The majority of Instagram photos I post

3. My constant reference to said Wonder Mutt on said blog

4. Wonder Mutt has her own post every week

5. My never-ending mission to get the perfect picture of said Wonder Mutt which proves to be almost impossible as she’s camera-shy.

Are you ever gonna stop with that thing Ma?

Are you ever gonna stop with that thing Ma?

6. And the sheer insane number of Wonder Mutt photos on my phone, camera, and laptop

So to honor what I believe should be a national holiday, I’m going to be one of those oh-so-annoying puppy moms and take you on a run down Puppy Memory Lane.  So grab a handful of tennis balls, a pocketful of sticks, a bag full of biscuits, and hang on for a pictorial ride through life with Calypso. Ready?  Here we go!

I am the epitome of cuteness.  Just wait.

I am the epitome of cuteness. Which I will use to my future advantage.


I WILL conquer you medicine ball!

I WILL conquer you medicine ball!


I have no idea what this says, but Mommy seems pretty proud of it.

I have no idea what this says, but Mommy seems pretty proud of it.



No one’s looking right?





Pick up the pace hooman!

Pick up the pace hooman!


Sometimes you just gotta let it all hang out.

Sometimes you just gotta let it all hang out.


inner puppy

So there you have it – just a few of the numerous adventures of Calypso the Wonder Mutt.  Please feel free to share yours and your wonder mutt’s birthday wishes on our Facebook page at Black Dog Runs Disney.  (Like you would have NEVER figured that one out).  Happy Monday everyone and don’t forget – never disturb your pooch when she’s channeling her inner puppy.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you party for your pup’s birthdays?  What do you do to celebrate?

Summer Is Heating Up In The World

Who’s up for a little trip?

Come see us1

Come see us!

Being a Florida resident, and self-proclaimed lover of heat and humidity, it may seem a bit confusing to you that I stay as far away from Disney World as possible during the summer months.  My inner – and oftentimes not so inner-introvert- just does not do those kind of crowds.

I get that many peeps are subject to summer vacation restrictions, so that’s why they head to the World when they do.  So consider this my community service/good deed for the day and direct you to a couple of “cooler” things to do while battling the masses.


Aside from running from one air-conditioned attraction to the next, or end up gaining 10 pounds from sucking down every Mickey head ice cream bar in existence, I would highly suggest visiting at least one of the World’s two awesome-sauce water parks.  Up for surfing lessons or feel like body surfing some monster waves?  Then take your sweaty dupa on over to Typhoon Lagoon! Can I get a whoo hoo?!

Anyone else hear Hawaii-Five=O music playing?

Anyone else hear Hawaii-Five-O music playing?

Along with riding some sweet waves, you can hop on a tube and float your way around the lazy river.  Looking for something a little more exciting?  How about a little Humunga Kowabunga or Keelhaul Falls action?  And my personal fave – even though you’ll freeze your dupas off – Shark Reef.  Yup, no typos there.  SHARK reef.  As in big, scary man-eating sharks.  No not really.  Can’t really count on repeat business if the customers become the entrees.  But you CAN pal around with your very own bonnethead and leopard sharks.  In other words, the not so scary kind of sharks.  Honest!

Typhoon Lagoon has a bunchload of other rides, along with shopping, and places to eat.  For a full description of all the awesomeness to be had, just surf on over here.

The other water park option in the World of all things Mouse, is Blizzard Beach.  Dollar Alert: how is it in my now too many trips to WDW to remember, that I’ve never been here?  There has GOT to be something missing from one of my Disney chromosomes.  Think I better get that looked at.  Anyone know a good doctor specializing in Disney Dorkness?  Anyone?  Anyone? Bueller?

Anywho, Blizzard Beach.  Disney’s answer to a ski slope.  Just a little warmer and whole lot more melty.  Yup, melty…

Brrrr! Um, okay, maybe not.

Brrrr! Um, okay, maybe not.

You can get your zippy side happyhappyhappy on any one of BB’s gushy slides from Mount Gushmore to Summit Plummet.  Feeling a little seasick?  No worries!  Just float on over to Cross Country Creek and soak in the chilllaxness. (Watch out, she’s on a roll.)  If it’s a ski-lift feeling you’ve got a hankering for, then hop on the chair lift, which will bring you to the top of the Green Slope.  Where you can then decide if you have cahonies the size of beach balls or lose your lunch once you look down at the drops.  Your choice!

Peaceful. Until you realize certain  death awaits you.  Or just one heckuva of a dupa pucker.

Peaceful. Until you realize certain death awaits you. Or just one heckuva of a dupa pucker.

Whichever water park you decide to grace with your presence, one thing is for sure.  You will have a blast.  Period.  Big one.  Unless you’re allergic to water.  And people.  And fish.  That would really suck.

So grab a bottle of sunscreen and an extra dose of courage and head on over to where all the cool people hang.  See what I did there?  Cool people?  I know, I know.  Sometimes I just can’t stand myself.

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever visited either of Disney World’s water parks?  Do you have a favorite?