tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post3569483401398291518..comments2024-03-16T10:37:09.839-04:00Comments on Life in Mathews: The RaceChesapeake Bay Womanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-24587118416500658702008-04-15T19:09:00.000-04:002008-04-15T19:09:00.000-04:00Oh, and Kaffy. When, oh when, will you start that...Oh, and Kaffy. <BR/><BR/>When, oh when, will you start that blog of yours?<BR/><BR/>Your stories are a hundred-fold better tham mine. <BR/><BR/>Come on, just do it.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-54197596280705713712008-04-14T18:24:00.000-04:002008-04-14T18:24:00.000-04:00Kathy and Iris (oops, using real names here):KEEP ...Kathy and Iris (oops, using real names here):<BR/><BR/>KEEP UP THE SHUFFLING. I went from walking like a FREAKAZOID to walking plus an occasional stride or two of shuffling, to being able to do 2 miles without dialing 911. Just build up slowly. What I told myself is just to shuffle/slog/jog until you feel like stopping, but then walk. Once you get your breath back, start the shuffle again. <BR/><BR/>It (running or walking) is very therapeutic and I do believe that whatever hormones are released make you feel good all over and help with your sleep.<BR/><BR/>Of course red wine does the same, but we are trying to be healthy here. <BR/><BR/>Aren't we?<BR/><BR/>Love you both. Love to hear your stories. Keep 'em coming.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-53820596671088150402008-04-14T13:12:00.000-04:002008-04-14T13:12:00.000-04:00I am the QUEEN of shuffling - last year got conned...I am the QUEEN of shuffling - last year got conned into "running" the McLean Day 8K -- after having spent the prior weekend in Vegas. Finished in a tie for 3rd from last place only because my friend Melinda felt sorry for me and kept my sad pace. Was not dead last because I beat a kid who walked the last mile of the race with his grandfather. They are now trying to con me into doing it again this year - probably so all of them are assured of not being last.Iceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10525617706136665451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-20177103366321596162008-04-13T20:05:00.000-04:002008-04-13T20:05:00.000-04:00CBW--I'm incredibly proud of you. So much so that ...CBW--I'm incredibly proud of you. So much so that you inspired me to go out "running" (I use that term loosely...but I'm too embarrassed to call it what it is--"shuffling"). When I first leave the door my mind decides on a mantra to chant during the run. Tonight it was the theme from Malcolm in the Middle..."You're not the boss of me now...You're not the boss of me now....and you're not so big." (One would think that my mantra refers to a spouse or another penis-wielding male, but it actually refers to the unhealthy part of me that wants to QUIT everything I try before getting good at it.) So I made it, albeit turtle-like, about 2 miles. A high for me. <BR/>CBW--Don't you stop, you gorgeous creature you. You are truly my inspiration.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-82514153403154140322008-04-13T07:27:00.000-04:002008-04-13T07:27:00.000-04:00Thanks, Foolery. And kudos to you for having an a...Thanks, Foolery. And kudos to you for having an algebra-thinking brain. The extent of my math skills can be summed up as follows:<BR/><BR/>Me + Math = Deer in Headlights Look<BR/><BR/>Thank you for visiting.Chesapeake Bay Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07187804072769932131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2240067140694289750.post-6460086723231495072008-04-13T00:21:00.000-04:002008-04-13T00:21:00.000-04:00When I see the word (acronym? thingy?) "5k" I'm th...When I see the word (acronym? thingy?) "5k" I'm thinking algebra, and how to solve for "k."<BR/><BR/>Not that I could any longer, but it's a far cry more likely than me finishing -- no, make that SURVIVING -- a 5K race. Kudos!fooleryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14437690389824744691noreply@blogger.com