ORN: Nada
I did my duty and packed my running gear for the family outing we enjoyed this weekend on the banks of the majestic Licking River, just south of Cincinnati. Before I say anything else, I must say this: I was nearly having brain spasms coming up with sick jokes regarding the Licking River. So many juvenile puns and gags flooded my mental RAM that I spent most of the weekend in a dork fugue state. I kept 98% of them to myself, and as a consequence, I am still happily married. But the effort was quite taxing. My right eyelid has not yet stopped twitching.
The short version of this post is that I didn't run a step this weekend. Read something else if that's all you care about. I'm calling this weekend a cross-training, core-development workshop.
I thought I might run Friday night, but there was too much to do what with unpacking the car and getting settled into our cabin. Then, I thought I would run early on Saturday morning, before everyone crawled out of bed. Unfortunately, Little One, in her excitement, didn't get to bed before midnight, and the Most Uncomfortable Futon Ever prevented me from sleeping well. I chose to sleep in. Saturday came and went with lots and lots of rowing against the current. We rowed our canoe upstream for a few hours, swam a little, and rowed back downstream.
On Sunday, I didn't even pretend like I was going to run. Little One [four years of age] kept us up until late with wiggles and impatience, and at some point I got hooked watching MythBusters on cable. After eating breakfast and loading up the car, we rowed out farther and swam even more. My shoulders and back feel like I did something strenuous, to be certain. Six-plus hours of rowing seems to have been a good workout.
Sunday night, once we were home, the car unpacked, I fancied I might run again. However, the Imp of the Perverse persuaded me to go buy some Mike's Hard Lemonade. Wife and I imbibed and watched some of our backlogged recordings of "That 70s Show" and ate popcorn.
I'll have to get on track this week.
Technorati Tags: cross training, canoeing, licking
I did my duty and packed my running gear for the family outing we enjoyed this weekend on the banks of the majestic Licking River, just south of Cincinnati. Before I say anything else, I must say this: I was nearly having brain spasms coming up with sick jokes regarding the Licking River. So many juvenile puns and gags flooded my mental RAM that I spent most of the weekend in a dork fugue state. I kept 98% of them to myself, and as a consequence, I am still happily married. But the effort was quite taxing. My right eyelid has not yet stopped twitching.
The short version of this post is that I didn't run a step this weekend. Read something else if that's all you care about. I'm calling this weekend a cross-training, core-development workshop.
I thought I might run Friday night, but there was too much to do what with unpacking the car and getting settled into our cabin. Then, I thought I would run early on Saturday morning, before everyone crawled out of bed. Unfortunately, Little One, in her excitement, didn't get to bed before midnight, and the Most Uncomfortable Futon Ever prevented me from sleeping well. I chose to sleep in. Saturday came and went with lots and lots of rowing against the current. We rowed our canoe upstream for a few hours, swam a little, and rowed back downstream.
On Sunday, I didn't even pretend like I was going to run. Little One [four years of age] kept us up until late with wiggles and impatience, and at some point I got hooked watching MythBusters on cable. After eating breakfast and loading up the car, we rowed out farther and swam even more. My shoulders and back feel like I did something strenuous, to be certain. Six-plus hours of rowing seems to have been a good workout.
Sunday night, once we were home, the car unpacked, I fancied I might run again. However, the Imp of the Perverse persuaded me to go buy some Mike's Hard Lemonade. Wife and I imbibed and watched some of our backlogged recordings of "That 70s Show" and ate popcorn.
I'll have to get on track this week.
Technorati Tags: cross training, canoeing, licking
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