Ain't nothin gonna break-a my stride

Wondering where the hell my HASAY updates have been for the past while? That's okay. I haven't given up. Our fearless leader has just taken the pressure off us a little by only demanding an update once a month. I know, I'd think she's getting soft too, but the leather whip and military gear say otherwise.

(Wondering what the hell HASAY even is? That's okay too. It's an online diet & fitness group spearheaded by the indomitable Casey at Half as Good as You.)

So. Update. Well, my last update was that I had started running (!) in an attempt to get into good enough shape to run a relay marathon (!!). The relay marathon seems to have fallen by the wayside, as it was led by FoN's Trainer Lady, who has apparently fallen off the face of the planet. We've sent out a search and rescue team, but it's not looking hopeful.

But I'm still running.

I run slow. I regularly choke on the dust as lithe 20-somethings pass me by, but I'm running. I'm not up to the distance I expected to be if I were still training for the marathon - I seem to have plateaued at about 4.5k - but, still. Did I mention I was running?

In order to facilitate this whole 'running' thing, because at the advanced age of 35 my body is now apparently made from eggshells overlaid with paper mache and dried flowers, this is what I have to do:

1. Hydrate. Hydrate. Keep hydrating. Preferably for up to 4 hours before actually considering running. This means I have to pee halfway through, every single time. Sometimes twice.

2. Stretch. Stretch. Stretch more. Stretch before running, after running, first thing in the morning, and before I go to bed at night. Oh! And if there happens to be a lull in activity at any other point in the day, you'd best be dropping to the floor and stretching.

3. Warm up. Walk to warm up for a ridiculous amount of time, like for long enough that any other normal person would consider it a pretty decent walk, they're good, they've exercised for the day.

4. End up visiting the chiropractor at least once a week anyway.

5. Possibly more stretching.

So, generally, I feel healthy, because I'm running every second day or so. Unfortunately I seem to have translated that into "eat whatever the hell I want because hey! I'm running aren't I?", so I've gained a few pounds. Okay, 6. But I don't really care.

I guess that's the "runner's high"?