Friday Leftovers (Apr. 23)

A collection of thwarted blog posts and random thoughts.

Word Association

Play here.

1. Drug :: War
2. Questions :: Answers
3. Active :: dot-com
4. Facts :: Truths
5. Amount :: Earned
6. Supervise :: Boss
7. Ingredients :: Directions
8. Dentist :: Visit
9. Meal :: Plan
10. Packaging :: Tape

I think Active.com is on my mind because I need to sign up for some races.

New Belt


About a week ago, I saw this post by Marathonman. At first I just saw it in my reader, saw a couple of belts, figured it was a giveaway and made a mental note to go back and read it when I had more time. When I had more time, I went back and read it.

It wasn't a giveaway... well, it was, but not the kind I thought where you enter and hope to win. This was a giveaway, the first-come, first-served basis. It was free.

Free fuel belts. Unreal!

I have a fuel belt already but there are some plusses and minuses to it. So when I saw that Rick aka Marathonman was giving one away, I jumped on the chance. After a few e-mail and address exchanges, I got my belt and he got the cost for shipping. It was indeed free for me, just had to pay the shipping costs.

The belt is awesome. It has two bottles instead of the four that I use now and both are in front. One thing I don't like about mine is having to reach behind me when I'm running and trying to fasten the bottle so it doesn't fall. It's minor stuff, really, but when you're in the midst of a 15-miler and you're reaching around your elbow to get to your... back there... it can be a bit cumbersome.

Plus this new one has more pockets in it so I can put my Gu in one pocket and my keys in another if need be.

The best thing though is the size. My belt is a large, and since I bought it online I went for that size without trying it. Turns out it's just a hair too big. The one I have now is a medium, so it's nice and snug and will probably stay that way along my waist.

I'm running double-digit miles on Sunday, not sure how many but I think 10-12, so I'm testing out my new belt.

Guess Who's Back?

I've ran three times this week - Wednesday (four at the gym), Thursday (six miles in downtown Riverside) and Friday (five miles around my neighborhood). I didn't tape up my nipples.

Guess what's killing me right now as I type, having just completed my five-mile run?

That would be Mr. L. Nipple and Mr. R Nipple. (L as in Left and R as in Right, yes, they have names now).

L actually hurts more because he's bleeding. R just looks raw.

The best part about this? I wore a white shirt today. Awesome.

No Rest For The Weary

So I'm less than a week removed from breaking the two-hour mark at a half marathon. Does that mean some down time for me?

No.

I have a 10K coming up on May 1. I think that's Derby day, right, the Kentucky Derby? Anyway, that's my derby. I'm going to try and break the 50-minute mark at the 10K.

That's not going to be as monumental of an achievement as breaking the 120-minute mark at the half, but still something I'd like to do. I'll be blogging more about this next week as I give the race more attention.

Pedi For LB

Do you know what is a guilty pleasure for me? Pedicures. I've had about three of them and I really enjoy them. A lot.

I didn't intend on liking them, or even getting one, but somehow there was an extra pedicure for someone at a wedding my wife and I were in a few years back. It was paid for and was going to go to waste, and since I hate wasting money (it wasn't my money, but it was like 70-80 bucks worth of someone's money) I volunteered to fill in and get a pedicure.

I had no idea what to expect. I thought maybe some rubbing of some stuff on my feet, maybe a trimming of the nails and that's about it.

Instead, it was much different. It was bliss. I never knew that my feet could feel so good. I put them in some warm water, which became hot water, then someone rubbed my feet clean and smooth, more water, some cleaning between the toes, trimming of nails, and some deep trimming of nails, more rubbing, more cleansing...

Ahhhh....

I fell asleep. It was that relaxing. And it was in the middle of the day, and I wasn't even tired.

So yeah, I may get a pedi this weekend (I'm in the know so I can call it a "pedi"). I just hope the lady doesn't freak at my black toenail.

Either way, it'll be bliss.